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Enemies of the Gods

The Controller had the Minister’s file on his desk when the Minister was ushered into his office. The Minister was pale but had a stubborn look on his face.

“People do not usually refuse our invitations for recruitment”.

“I am refusing. Your work is criminally immoral. Prayer is in service of God and God alone. You do not serve God”.

“And you do?”

The Minister remained silent but glared at him.

The Controller smiled and flicked the file on his desk. “You are a very special man. Gifted. Your prayers have effect. You don’t wish to use your gift in service of your country? To help annul the activities of terrorists and criminals?”

“Oh, is that what you are doing!” The Minister laughed. “And those witches you made my neighbours who wreaked havoc. What part of saving the country from criminals and terrorists was that?”

“There are two possible answers to that question” the Controller countered reasonably. “You dealt with it. Very impressive. A real life demonstration that prayer trumps magic. On the other hand, witches? Who believes in witches, or magic? That’s crazy talk. Clearly you are delusional and in need of psychiatric help”.

“Whatever you say the answer is ‘No'”. You are seeking to combine the power of God with the powers of hell. That makes you the enemy of God. No sane religious person would go long with this. This is the ultimate crime, and far from protecting this country you put all of human life in jeopardy”.

“A man of conviction”. The Controller spoke into his intercom. “Bring them in”.

The door opened and a young woman carrying a baby, leading a small girl walked into the room. Three men followed them carrying tasers. The Minister paled. “What are they doing here?” His wife stared at him eyes wide with fear.

“We are about to test your convictions”.

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Copyright 2015

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The covert war against psychics and prayer people

From the moment ruling powers discovered psychic/magical/mystical powers were real it became a priority to corner the market. All people with such powers were to be identified, recruited, or if not recruitable, disabled and/or destroyed.

People with evil orientations were little problem. Without morality, serving evil and happy for the opportunity to have a licence to cause harm without repercussions, they could easily be bought.

The problems were the good psychics, the committed enemies of evil,  and prayer people, not psychics at all but channels of Divine Will. Their loyalties lay with good and the powers of good. But deception is the ocean spies swim in. In some countries the populace innocently believed in their governments – that they were moral, broadly subscribed to Christian values respecting God, upheld rule of law, subscribed to and were guardians of the values of the people – on this mistaken belief even good psychics and prayer people could be recruited. And because their loyalty/obedience could not be relied on, put under the authority of the evil psychics in order to control or break or destroy them.

Psychics were used to seek out any psychic/magical/mystical power occurring in the populace, from early childhood. To identify the power and set in motion the task whether to recruit – the evil ones, or disable or destroy the ones who worked for good. But those with exceptional powers would always be recruited while still children. With careful conditioning before their moral and social values had formed they could be converted. Children would disappear, apparently abducted. Everyone would remark how good the missing child was – like an angel.

Different formulas occurred for those with lesser abilities. They would be monitored to identify their capability. Their environment would be meddled with to obstruct psychic/mystical development. Noise is a frequent factor. Sexual and emotional abusers would be pushed at them. Every distraction possible to interrupt development of any ability. It was an early discovery that people with any type of creative ability often had mystical abilities. Rigid, narrow minded people rarely showed any talent. But liberal, open-minded, flexible thinkers often did. Societal programmes were instigated to handicap creativity – by obstructing learning opportunities, removing rewards, blocking venues, replacing real creativity with faux talent; polluting the general social environment with noise, criminal, anti-social and mentally unbalanced elements (including inclusion of children in every social venue, whose only reliable characteristic is generating chaos) to maximise social fear and uncertainty. Also re-designing education and social norms to prevent independent thought.

Identified psychics/mystics had interventions tailored to their individual talents. They would be monitored for development of their abilities, tested at intervals, specially designed psychic and other attacks would be implemented to shut down development, and they would be offered bribes in case they should be corruptible.

This is my story.

As an infant, aged about 3, (1955) I turned the corner of my country cottage in the garden and saw a large rat with glowing red eyes. Terrified I ran indoors to my mother who told me it couldn’t possibly be there. One of my earliest memories.

Aged about 5, just before falling asleep I opened my eyes in pitched darkness to see an evil face immediately in front of me – like an outline in chalk on a blackboard.

About the same age I woke up in the night – and this was the silent countryside – because I could hear an adult party going on. I heard voices and the tinkle of glasses. I followed the sound and went out into the back garden, where the noise suddenly stopped, like a door closing. I stood alone in the dark crying, then went back to bed.

Slightly older, I woke to find myself looking at the ceiling of the room about an inch above my face. I panicked and found myself back in bed.

About 7, other children at school who had lost things would come to me because I was able to help them find them. An aunt had given me a beautiful butterfly broach which I treasured and sometimes wore to school. Somebody spoke to me in my head saying “If you continue doing this one day you will find something better left unfound”. Shortly after I lost my broach. Another child found it and brought it back to me. The broach had been trampled and destroyed. The present was unusual as I was always given gifts I didn’t want.

A potential friendship with about the only child I had wanted to be friends with was forcibly broken up. The girl was a very devout Christian from a strong Christian family. We were on the same wavelength and understood each other.

I had early artistic tendencies. On one occasion I was in the countryside in the initial stages of a drawing of the countryside around me when it was like a hand forcibly took mine and deeply scored the delicate line of the horizon I was trying to draw. There was a feeling of great anger. I think something was said too, although I don’t remember. It was along the lines of “the likes of you? (Irish peasant?) shouldn’t be doing art”.  (I later won prizes at grammar school for art, but I virtually stopped drawing at primary school as a result of the shock of that experience).

Aged about 8 I looked out the window of a neighbour’s house to see a man on a parachute falling into the field opposite. I told the neighbour who went to look and said that wasn’t possible. We lived about two miles from a disused airfield which had been used in the war.

It was about the same time my mother described a strange experience. She said she looked out the window to see my father walking up the lane. She supposed he had come home early from work and went out to meet him. He wasn’t there. He came home as normal several hours later.

Aged about 13, I had attached a small bell to the light cord in my room. When I was home alone and it was quiet I happened to glance at the bell and had the random thought “If there is anyone there, let the bell ring”. It did. That freaked me out. I took the bell down.

On another occasion I was playing with a pack of cards. I thought to myself, I will name each card before I turn it over. I did. Three times in a row. In a panic I threw the cards down. But something felt wrong. It felt as if there was something evil in the room.

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There were a handful of other odd events of a similar nature which occurred to me, my mother, father and a close friend (who later died at an early age. A very talented musician).

In retrospect one possible explanation for the quirk events was I and my parents were being tested. The tests indicated that we were all “receivers”. We could pick up messages sent to us. I possibly had some small degree of potential psychic ability along these lines, but the development was obstructed by various interventions including trauma attached to learning experiences, to close down the ability and general wholesale harassment in my environment.

Any tests indicating psychic ability indicate I am not psychic. A handful of quirk events over a lifetime is normal.

However, in middle age I discovered I was a prayer warrior. By then I speculated what the security services were doing and discarded my gift.

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Copyright 2015 Prayerwarriorpsychicnot

 

 

The Lords of Luck

“We have to eliminate this idea”.

“it’s a joke. What’s the problem?”

The Controller straightened from his subordinates computer and rested a friendly hand on the man’s shoulder.

“Resistentialism. The theory that inanimate objects deliberately sabotage people’s lives. When  your shoelaces untangle when running for a bus on the way to that important interview. The tomato sauce sachet that bursts all over your clean shirt at lunch just before that important meeting with the boss. You smile at the woman of your dreams, the one you hope to marry and spend the rest of your life with, with a large piece of lettuce lodged between your teeth”.

“When the fire alarm that you tested yesterday decides not to work just when there is a fire, burning your house down with everything you own in it” the analyst commented.

“And the insurance company never received the letter because it somehow got lost in the sorting office under a piece of furniture that doesn’t get moved for another twenty years” an adjacent operative muttered, working hard at his keyboard.

The Controller nodded agreement. “A comic has noticed how these. ..” he paused, “coincidences – only seem to happen at critical, life-changing moments in a persons life, damaging a rare opportunity for betterment, and for explanation proposed that inanimate objects are out to get us”.

There were some dry chuckles from the analysts.

He glanced over at the bank of keyboards where the witches were  at work. A pretty young blonde glanced at him. He winked at her and sauntered over to glance at her work. The analysts data was streaming onto her screen. A husband whose wife was dying of cancer and desperately needed money to pay for medical bills had just completed a winning lottery ticket. The witch tweaked his pocket as he put the ticket away allowing the ticket to flutter to the ground where an “accidental” gust of wind carried it into the gutter and another unexpected swirl of water carried it down the drain. The witch scrolled her list and selected another name. A young office worker with very ruthless ideas, but blocked from promotion through poverty, on a whim decided to buy a lottery ticket as he stepped off the bus. The witch fed the winning numbers into his head. The Controller smiled his approval and moved back to the analysts.

“You see, if the idea becomes commonplace even as a joke, that a certain type of coincidence isn’t coincidence, some people will leap from that to the idea that perhaps people are behind it. After all, people are behind most things that go wrong. And some people might start looking in our direction”.

Working hard at their keyboards, the analysts nodded agreement.

“Continue with your work. I must take this  up to management level. This idea has to be eliminated from public consciousness, top priority”.

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Copyright 2015 Prayerwarriorpsychicnot

Eye Spy

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Where they came from magic was the norm.

Where they came to – it was unknown.

Secretive magic,

dark, greedy magic,

selfish to the bone.

 

They lived in many places

and astral travelled,

spying on their neighbours,

spying on their labours

seeking out their wealth.

 

You think you are alone,

but another mind is in there prying,

trying to take hold.

A lovely face you knew

they will pursue

and steal from you

and turn to gold.