The ending may be that as Romulus lay dying he tells Dr. Tite, “I did exactly what they planned for me to do, now there’s a war that involves the whole human race and they’re loving it. If we become extinct, no problem for them. They’ll just start over again.”
“What can we do?’
“Make Peace!”
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anthropologically an'thro·po·log'i·cal·ly adv.
anthropologist an'thro·pol'o·gist n.
distributed approach across disciplines. But currently, journal articles, data, research, materials and so on are stopped by contracts and copyrights at such a rate that it's become nearly impossible to pull them together.



33,375 words Prologue
The World Scientific Institute is the premier research facility for the entire world. All nations contribute a percentage of their GDP to the institute. It was calculated by statisticians that science would advance much faster by combining the world experts in one facility. Once the institute was operational the predictions were proved correct, and scientific advances seemed to pour from the institute.
Students studying for doctorates and Ph. Ds. were welcome to study at the institute. They were needed for their fresh ideas and somebody had to do the tedious lab work for the scientists.
An immense campus comprised the institute. It contained all branches of science, and they freely intermingled with one another. This helped ideas spread from one group to another.
As often happened at the institute a breakthrough discovery was made by one of the staff.
Chapter 1
“We’ve done it!” Professor Roach proudly said to his intern, Teresa.
She smiled at the, “we” when she had done all the work and came up with the idea. This didn’t upset her because she knew this is the way of academia. If the professors couldn’t claim credit for their intern’s innovations; there wouldn’t be many interns. She had slowed light, which travels at 186,282 miles a second, to 38 miles an hour by shining it into an a cooled cloud of sodium atoms. At temperatures a fraction of a degree above absolute zero, she discovered that shining a laser on the cloud changes its optical properties so that it becomes a semi-liquid when a second light pulse enters it. Teresa continued her experimentation, and soon brought light to a complete halt by slowly turning off the laser. When the laser was turned back on, the trapped light pulse flew out.
This was an achievement that she and the professor were proud of. She saw many implications arising from the fact she could control the speed of light. Why just a few years ago this was considered impossible, and now, she has accomplished it.

Teresa asked Professor Roach, “Do you think now that we’ve been able to stop light we may be able to do some teleportation experiments, or perhaps see if we can time travel using the light’s velocity?”
He thought this question over carefully before answering, “There has been some experimentation going on teleporting a microscopic atomic object. I believe it was teleported a distance of half a meter.”
After the professor left Teresa approached Timothy who had just started interning this month. She found him to be anti social, but brilliant. She needed the brilliance to help her decide what to do. Timothy appeared to be close to her age, and knowing the attraction men had for her, she decided to use some womanly wiles to snare Timothy into helping her. She exercised daily to keep her figure. She knew this would be useful someday, and apparently the day had come.
She saw her reflection in the glass beaker she was holding. Her long dark hair hung neatly accentuating her olive skin, and her eyes were large almond shaped with gray irises. She unbuttoned two buttons on her blouse, so the roundness of her breast was exposed. She sauntered over to where Timothy was working; “Hello,” she said in her sweetest voice and put her hand on his arm.
“Yeah, hello.” Timothy said without looking at her. She walked to the other side of the bench where he was working so he had to look directly at her. She leaned forward on her elbows, so her bulging breasts were practically in his face. “What’re you working on?” She asked.
“Nothing.”
“Come on Timothy, you can tell me,” she said smiling as she lightly massaged his arm.
“OK.’
“OK what?” She asked.
“OK I’ll tell you. It’s just a quirky experiment I’m doing on a theory I have about space time.” All the while he talked he never once looked at her, because he was so absorbed in what he was doing. She wondered if brushing herself against him would get any reaction? Then she decided to just be professional and hope he would help her.
Chapter 2
“What’re you experimenting with?” She asked.
“I’m trying to figure how many dimensions it’s going to take to describe the universe.”
“You and every other physicist in the world.”
“The difference between me and all the others is, I’m going to do it.”
“Do you really think so?”
“Yeah the others are way off, they’re talking about ten, twenty-six, more or less dimensions. I’ve taken the dimension question completely out of it.”
“Wow.” She said. “You’re very sure of yourself.”
He noticed her hand on his arm and looked up at her face, for the first time saw the beauty there., the scientific talk became personal, he asked her if she wanted to go have coffee while they discussed their projects.
As she sipped her coffee He really is handsome she explained how she had learned to control a beam of light and explained the process to him. Timothy was enthralled with her beauty now that he had noticed it. This was a welcome response because she knew he never looked at anybody or anything other than what he was working on. He said,
“Maybe we could collude on a project that would combine your ability to control light and my cloning experiment”
When they returned to the lab he unlocked the safe under his desk and showed her a computer chip the size of his thumbnail.
“You see this?” He asked.
“Of course.”
“It’s me on a chip. I copied every neurological event that went on in my head for the last six months by sleeping with the functional magnetic resonance imaging (fMRI) turned on. Why I even have my dreams on here. I’ve loaded it onto my computer and mentally converse with it.”
“How can you do that?”
“By Telepathy.”
“What!”
“Telepathy, you know. Electrical signals,” he said.
“I don’t get it, can you please explain how you do that.”
“It’s sort of complex, but basically what I did was to clone my mind by making an exact copy of everything that was recorded by the fMRI If I were to have a stroke right now, and lose most of my brain, you could implant this chip into me, and within a day I’d be my old self again.”
“This is amazing, she declared, this is a big step forward. Why don’t you publicize what you’ve done?”
“Because I don’t want anyone to interfere with what I want to do.”
“What’s that?”
“I wasn’t quite sure until you told me about your light controlling discovery.”
“Go on, tell me what you’re planning.”
“All right, this may sound crazy, but all my life I’ve dreamed of traveling throughout space, and by cloning my mind, I believe I’ll be able to send the clones into deep space. I calculate by using quantum mathematics that I will be in constant contact with the clones, no matter how near or far away they are.”
“Are you telling me you’re in constant communication with your clone in your computer?”
“No, and that’s the problem. The computer needs to be turned on for my alter mind to be energized. What I want to do is remove all thoughts from the chip, which are nothing but energy anyway, and encapsulate them in a laser light beam that we’ll aim into space, and that’s where your expertise will come in.”
“We can surround the chip with frozen light, and then disintegrate the chip with another laser while it’s in the light beam. The energy inside will be released into the frozen light beam, and once we send it on its way the neurological patterns should reconstruct in their original form. The energy waves from the clone are different than the wave structure of the light beam. The energy/mind in the light beam by your calculations will be able to communicate. With all other clones of itself.” She said.
“You make it sound simple.”
Chapter 2
Four months later they were still working on how to trap the energy from the chip inside the light. They were getting close to success, and Timothy started noticing that she was female. He had produced twenty clones of himself, and engineered them to communicate with each other, so what one learned they all would instantly know. There wasn’t a learning curve, or any confusion with so many different minds communicating with each other.

“What’re you doing with so many clones?” Teresa asked.
“I figured light beams are cheap, so we can send me all over the place. Why I want to be the first to go through a black hole, and the first on Mars. There’s so many first’s to be had I hardly know where to start.”
“I want to clone my mind too.” She said.
“O.K.” We’ll start tonight.”

That’s how she started spending the night at his house. Of course she had to be there every night to adequately record all her neuronal activities. Even while making love they were being recorded.
Finally he had enough of her mental processes to make a clone of her mind. They experimented through the computer, and found they could communicate with one another through telepathy. Along with the mind cloning this invention would have made them renown in the scientific community, not to mention being rich and famous. They were dedicated though, and weren’t about to let anything like money or fame interfere with what they were doing.
Finally they figured how to get the energy released from the chip to stay together in the light beam, and sent Timothy’s first clone into space. He was thrilled as he related to her what images the clone was seeing. (His clone could see How)
They put her clone into the next frozen light beam, and sent it off toward the sun. Now they didn’t have to talk, they just knew what the other wanted to say. They loaded all the clones they had made into light beams and fired away. There were twenty clones of his mind, and fifteen of hers. They were seeing so many astonishing things all at once, and sharing what they saw with each other. This was the best feeling either one of them had ever experienced. There was so much information, and so much pleasure all at once they just stood transfixed throughout the night.
That’s how Professor Roach found them in the morning. Standing in the middle of the room, staring straight ahead with the biggest smiles he had ever seen on their faces.

Chapter 3
“Wake up, wake up,” he practically shouted while clapping his hands. Slowly both of them seemed to focus on the person making all the noise that was distracting them from their amazing visions. Timothy was the first to speak.
“Professor, this is unbelievable. While I’m standing here talking to you I’m communicating with twenty clones of my mind that are traveling at the speed of light.”
“That’s impossible, how could you possibly communicate with twenty anything at the same time without getting confused?”
“What he’s saying is true,” chimed in Teresa who was now wide-awake. “I’m communicating with fifteen of my own and twenty of Timothy’s clones as we speak and I’m not the least bit confused.”
Timothy could see the professor was confused so he explained that it wasn’t exactly communicating in the normal manner. When one of the clones would gather a bit of information, all of the clones instantly knew it without having to be told. It was like one mind separated into twenty pieces. When he included Teresa’s clones it was one mind divided into thirty-five parts. “We’ve been traveling for twelve hours now and we’ve gone 132,000,000 miles in thirty five different directions.” Timothy said, “The only problem so far is we can’t control the direction the light is heading in.”
“Next time we’ll choose our targets, and aim carefully,” Teresa said.
“Yeah, we don’t want to just aimlessly shoot our clones all over space with nowhere to go.
Professor Roach wanted to know what they were seeing right now and they both told him so many different sights that he couldn’t remember anything they were saying. “Please document everything you do, see or hear from now on,” he said.
“I can’t believe I zoomed right by the sun in less than ten minutes.” Timothy told Teresa.
“I know, I’m so far out now I don’t know where I’m any longer, we need to aim the light beams precisely from now on so we can find out what happens when the beams hit a planet. Do our clones disperse when that happens or will they live on?” She asked. They decided to eat breakfast; then sleep on the questions before trying to come up with answers.
Chapter 4
After a long sleep they returned to the lab and attempted to document their experience and to document how they were able to grasp such a huge amount of information with relative ease. “I’m thinking that we can explain it like this. We have so many clones out there sharing instantaneous information with each other, including us, the master clones, and each one has its own memory that all others share. Any one clone’s memory is not overloaded with too much information because the memory remains with the clone that acquired it, but is always available to all the others. Compare the clone with a computer that has multiple hard drives, a computer with multiple hard drives has instant access to any of its drives and the memory is only stored on one particular hard drive. This way each drive has plenty of room for new memories.”
“That’s a good analogy, but I think we need to show exactly how this works, because the scientific community will see if there’s any inconsistencies in what ever we say,” Teresa said.
“You know this is going to multiply human intelligence by a large factor?”
“What if something goes wrong after millions of clones are out there?”
“I don’t see what can be bad about our discovery. This is going to free humanity from being planet bound. The entire population will be able to travel the universe,” Timothy said.
“But, every clone will know what every other clone in existence knows,” she said.
“That’s the beauty of it, every clone will be a living encyclopedia and that means every one will know the truth. For the first time in the history of humanity we’ll be able to do away with ignorance and prejudices.”
“Why do you say that,” she asked.
“Don’t you see? No matter who or what the clone was or is as a human, once cloned, all will have the same knowledge as everyone else. Therefore no normal clone can feel superior to or beneath any other clone.”
“Doesn’t that mean no one clone can have any privacy at all? Any thought will be instantly known by all the others?”
“That’s the beauty of it, nothing but teamwork. Look at it like this; our bodies are made of trillions of cells that are all working together to keep us alive. Just consider each clone as a cell making up a large body.”
The leaders of the World Scientific Institute saw it differently. The consensus was that it would be wonderful to make everyone’s intellect equal, but before this was done, studies would be needed to determine how society would function. It has long been a goal to have a classless prejudiced free society. It’s just that no one ever stopped to figure out how one would function. Who would do the needed labor in such a society, and who could run a world full of equals in every way. Would anybody listen to any leader or clergyman, when they knew exactly what they know? Everyone knows there must be a leader or else chaos rules. Before implementing a revolutionary idea like this, many studies needed to be carried out.
It was decided to suppress the invention, and to just allow Teresa and Timothy to continue their experimentations. Under an oversight committee compromised of Professor Roach and three other staff members.
The amount of knowledge gained from these clones traveling in light waves was incredible. There was so much to document Teresa and Timothy had no time for other experimentation.
“We’ve got to do something Teresa, somehow we need to figure a way to automate all this information so it doesn’t take all out time.”
“Why don’t we make two more clones, one from each of us and put them in a container that we can maintain right here in the lab. Then we can have the clones hooked up to a series of electronic devices to interpret all the incoming information. We can hook the visual to a computer program so what our clones are seeing can be recorded for all to see,” Teresa said.
They set about creating the condensate to store their new clones. First they wired a container so the two clones could be connected to all the devices they thought they’d need, and then they repeated the steps they had taken before to freeze the laser beam. Once the new clones were disintegrated in the frozen light their electrical waves were fed into the circuits connected to the computers where they were recorded constantly.
Once this recording device was up and running they had time to do further experiments, and found when the laser light carrying a clone hit a solid object that wasn’t reflective, diffuse reflection would disperse the laser beam and the clone would be released into space. Many clones were released and they had to continuously send new ones. Now they were aiming each clone, sending them to particular planets and solar systems.
Astronomy advanced so quickly there was a shortage of astronomers that were able to decipher all the new information pouring in. Teresa and Timothy now had thousands of clones floating around in outer space.
“For some reason, (almost like an unseen power was controlling them) all the clones that are released from the light waves when the wave hits an non reflective object and disburses are drifting to the same point in space. They arrive at this point almost instantaneously once freed. It’s appears there’s a section of space into which all the freed clones go to.
“I’m thinking that once the clones are freed they are somehow being teleported to this one area in space located near the center of the universe. It may be spontaneous, anomalous teleportation of an object by some unknown force. I’m calling this area the zero-point field. In physics this is considered the secret force of the universe,” Timothy said
“The institute has finally agreed to allow ten scientist a year to make one clone apiece. They can then send their clones where ever they want. The only problem is our two clones will be the only receivers for all the incoming information.”
Why’re they doing that? Why not let each scientist make their own receiving clone like we did?”
“They’re afraid one of them may learn something and not want to share. By going through us, the Institute is guaranteed to get any thing discovered.”
“We’d better upgrade all our connections to the clones because the amount of information coming through us is going to increase tremendously.” Timothy said.
Chapter 5
The institute was sued by a civil right organisation for “Depriving persons of extended life” It was shown in court that they exceeded their power by limiting access to cloning to only the elite. The ruling was that anyone who reached the age of sixty or any who was diagnosed with a terminal illness will be allowed to send one mind clone to space so every citizen of the planet was able to assure themselves of eternal mental life. By limiting the age made it much easier to orderly produce the millions of clones needed.
“Look,” Tinothy showed Teresea the fine print in the ruling that gave the institute the authority to terminate any person who has been cloned.
It read, Because once cloned a person will esentially, mentally live forever the institute has the right to terminate any physical life once the proccess is performed. Our decision is based on the fact that the current world population is about 9 billion. Based on the present growth rate of 1.5% per year, the population is projected to double in approximately 36 years. Because population growth cannot continue indefinitely, society must voluntarily control its numbers. No one is to be forced to become a clone, but the court feels in a world of dwindling resources that once someone has used those resources for sixty years, and is now able to trade their aged bodies for an existence that is pain and hunger free, should make a choice to benefit the rest of our race.
“Do you think that’s right, to trade in your life to become a clone?” Teresa asked.
“Face facts, we’re running out of resources and with the millions of minds we have traveling through the universe, not one planet other than ours has been found with life. There’s no other planet we can live on. Our world is becoming so overpopulated I think this is a great idea. I believe the life expectancy is almost ninety. So trading the last third of a life for immortality of a mind seems to be a fair trade. Especially when you figure the last thirty years are often lived in ill health and declining mobility.”
“Are they at least going to add some master clones or are we supposed to keep track of the billions of clones that will be out there?”
“I’m not having a problem, are you?” Asked Timothy.
As the years rolled by Timothy and Tersea were now married and the story of their romance was made into one of the greatest love stories ever told. The idea of their having so many clones that all loved one another made for many intriguing stories. The stories were mostly accurate, because each others love was multiplied by the amount of clones each had.
They were appointed to the post of president and vice president of the institute and were revered by the planet’s population; practically worshipped as Gods. When both died tragically in an explosion,Some said it was deliberately set because of their popularity was so great With the passage of time they became Gods in the world’s literature and eventually were actually worshiped as all knowing dieties.
Chapter 6
The clones in the lab continously fed information to the institute and they recorded Timothy’s clone wanting to go through a black hole, and since he had twenty clones now in the field all the others agreed that one was expendable, because the black hole with such an enormous concentration of mass in such a small radius that its escape velocity was greater than the velocity of light. Since nothing can go faster than light, nothing can escape the object's gravitational field. Even a clone made of energy would behave like a beam of light that would be pulled back by gravity and would be unable to escape. All clones in the field concentrated on sending the one into the nearest black hole. The closer the clone got the faster it moved, it was gripped by the gravitaional field surrounding the event horizon and appeared to go slower and slower in circles until the mass concentration of the clone’s energy forced it into the center of the black hole. “I’m losing contact,” Timothy thought, “is anybody receiving anything from my number twenty clone?” No one answered.
Oh well, at least I tried. Suddenly number twenty was back and simultaneously all clones knew. It was incredible the clone was somehow teleported back to the field. It seemed that the unknown power caused this again No one has been able to figure out exactly how the teleportation worked, but once a clone was freed from its beam of light, no matter how far away from the field, it almost instantaneously showed up in the field. This was the same thing that happens when a clone gets returned from the other side of a black hole.
This wasn’t attempted again; clones now knew that it was useless to spend the time going through one, only to instantly be returned to the field. For entertainment the mass of clones directed their mental energies to other things.
The clones in the institute’s laboratory continued gathering all the information from the multiple billions of clones now traveling in space. There were many clones now floating in the zero point field and all maintained constant contact with the two in the Institute’s laboratory, and all the other clones ever launched. They lived vicariously through the people still alive on the planet. The worship and prayers from the planets population boosted the clones resolution to make the universe a better place.
The clones that were gathered in the Zero Point Field discovered by being in close proximity as they were enabled them to use their combined physic power to perform physical feats, such as causing a planet to alter its orbit by concentrating very hard. If enough of them objected, the power to do things like this diminished proportianetly. As the years went by they adopted a form of democracy and as long as a majority agreed they would all work together to try and accomplish what the majority wanted.
The impetus of the clones was to create a place where they could inhabit, a world or place where they somehow could have physical feelings. Mental proweress was appreciated, but one and all had an inate longing to be able to actually feel something physical. All agreed that even feeling pain would be better than an existence without any physical sense at all
The two clones at the institute were aware and functioning after all these years. They were now worshiped as the minds of the Gods. Once a year they were allowed to be viewed by the public and a year long raffle was held cumulating in one winning question that would be allowed to be asked of the clones now known as TiTe. (Short for Timothy Tersea)
The institue still recorded all the new knowledge that came through the two clones constantly, and never directly asked any questions as they were given so much new knowledge constantly there wasn’t a need to ask questions. To keep the worshippers happy they held the raffle so the winner could ask the one question allowed yearly. This was the day of questioning. After a few years this turned into a religious holiday on which multitudes of worshippers turned out all over the planet. All anxiously awaited first the question and then the answer. This custom has been going on for over two hundred years now and there has never been a wrong answer from the Gods/clones.
The winner of the raffle this year was a ten year old boy and he approached the apparatus that now held the clones. He looked through the glass to see the clones and only saw a fog like substance. It was still thrilling to be one of the few who ever saw where the TiTe’s lived. He was given a keyboard to type his question for them. A giant screen was hanging above that showed every keystroke. The world held its breath as one. He slowly, very slowly typed out his question.
“W-h-e-n w-I-l-l t-h-e w-o-r-l-d e-n-d-?”
Chapter 7
No one had dared ask this question before, no one really wanted to know. Now! A shocked world awaited an answer. Speculation ranged from hundreds to millions of years. When T&T answered with a statement that the planet would disintegrate in exactly thirty two years, six months and seven days on the twelth hour and fouteenth minute of the seventh day. Thirty two years was distant enough that the population wasn’t immediately panicked.
Crowds surrounded the institute, demanding that the once a year question rule needed to be overridden so TiTe could be asked how to save the world. The institute called in a the high priest of The World Church to calm the crowds. The priest told the crowds over the sound system set up for him, “let us pray to TiTe for guidance, they will provide for us as they have for hundreds of years. We don’t know how they will do this, but we must have faith in TiTe to do what’s best for us.”
The scientist were studying all the information received to cooberate the accuraccy of TiTe’s statement that the world was going to end. It took almost a year before agreement was reached on the fact that the prophecy was 100% accurate and all agreed the world was due to disintegrate at the predicted time.
Despite angry demands from the citizenry of the world to ask TiTe another question before the appointed time. They all wanted to know how TiTe was going to save them. Some even went so far as to say the prediction was only a hoax to compell more prayer.
The raffle winner the following year asked the question that was on everyone’s mind, How can we save ourselves if the world is going to end? There were very few who doubted that there wouldn’t be a solution given by TiTe. The world held a collective breath waiting for an answer. There were betting pools with odds on T&T giving specific answers. The odds were even that TiTe would give a solution to save the world. It was five to one odds against TiTe answering that the situation was hopeless, and there were odds on all possible answers except the one they got.
“Everyone on the planet must make a clone of their mind and send it out into the void. This is the only logical solution that can save everyone,” was the answer
The world scientific institute’s president called for a meeting of the world’s scientist to discuss the issue of cloning the entire population. It has been one year since T&T first announced the end of the world. The birth rate for the first time in history stood at zero. Now TiTe suggested cloning the entire planet. Was this even possible the president wondered?
“What quality of existence will we have as clones?” One of the institute’s members wanted to know.
“From my studies I have concluded that a clone doesn’t feel pain, hunger, loneliness, or disappointment. I’ll now ask you a question, what quality of existence will you have if you don’t send a clone to space?”
Chapter 8
A consensus was reached and anybody who wanted his or her mind cloned and sent to space could do so free of charge. That meant the world’s population of 14 billion would need to be cloned and sent to space to join the other billions already there.
“We better get started as soon as possible,” the institute’s president said, “at least the population is holding steady so we know exactly how many we need to send off. With thirty-one years left one of the directors estimated they’d need to clone 500 million a year and that would be cutting it close.
Cloning centers were opened in every major city of the world and the order of people to be cloned was randomly picked by computer. This worked fine for several years, then people started getting paranoid and were thinking they’d never get cloned before the world ended. There were those who didn’t believe the prediction to be true and refused to be cloned.
Chaos became the norm, as the time for the end got closer. The daily news showed how the planet was transiting to the opposite pole of the sun. There were daily computer animations showing how the Sun’s gravity would pull this planet apart before it could cross the center. People watching this began to panic. Knowing that they would become a clone and weren’t going to cease existing wasn’t enough. Death of the body scared many of the planets inhabitants. The closer the time came for destruction of the planet the more crime and mayhem went on.
Governments were concentrating on getting everybody cloned before the end came. A lethal dose of painless, fast acting poison was distributed to each person cloned, so they wouldn’t have to wait for the end of their world.
It happened at the exact time TiTe predicted it would and in the exact way they said. There were now over twenty billion intelligent spheres of energy floating throughout the universe. Several million years passed and most of the clones had the laser beam they were riding in dispersed and were all now at the zero point field. Having over twenty billion in number made them a formidable intelligent force in the universe.
“This is -- A miserable -- existence, thought Timothy’s clone #1, and 20 and Teresa’s #14. All knew exactly the same amount of information so as soon as one made up a new joke or story they all instantly knew it. Everlasting life became a curse rather than a privilege. Timothy and Teresa’s clones all knew instantly what any of their clones did or thought. All other clones were able to keep their innermost thoughts private from the other clones. A public and private mind existed in each clone. As long as the thoughts were kept in the private mind the other clones couldn’t read their thoughts.
Some tried to think of ways to end their existence because without a purpose or goal they saw no point to being. Having a deep-seated survival instinct the mere thought of terminating themselves was repugnant and when the thought arose they would rationalize the reasons for their being here.
While their world existed there were billions of thoughts a second to pick and choose from. Thoughts that came from individuals and even though instantly known by all they could be put in storage and savored as an original thought when bought to the fore front of memory. Without life on the planet their only thoughts were from one just like themselves with the same knowledge, life span and outlook. Having universal telepathy is an intolerable torture. Not to be able to have one thought without twenty billion others know what you’re thinking before finishing the thought was torment for all.
Timothy and Teresa having many clones between them became the dominant thinking force; because of so many thoughts beginning at the same instant they were able to lead the thought process. Not because they wanted to, but because they were responsible for this situation; they knew it, and so did all the others.
Chapter 9
Time passed and other than trying to manipulate planetary orbits there wasn’t much stimulation for the clones until they unanimously voted to try and create a new world to emulate the home planet. The cumulative mental energy was directed at one single planet, and the immense knowledge stored in over twenty billion minds was put to work filling this world.
Timothy polled the clones, and what they wanted was to build a world identical to the destroyed world. Time was of no consequence. The millions of years measured by Earth time was but a blink of an eye in the time reference of the clones who would exist for as long as the universe existed. Focus was on creating seas and oceans. Using their combined energy, comets made of ice were guided to the planet by using their combined mental prowess. Then the entire field thought of landmasses and volcanoes that matched the lost ones of their previous world. The energy of the field turned this into reality. The orbs of energy visited this planet once it was built. There were no feelings of accomplishment for having built it without living organisms the planet was just a pile of rocks with water between the piles. But while constructing the planet all the clones felt a sense of achievement,
Timothy thought if they created life it would take all of their expertise. Unusual for the clones was the feed-back there were millions upon millions of ideas for different life forms to create. Although all knew instantly every public thought of every other clone there were many new thoughts.. Before the destruction of the home planet there were many new ideas exchanged between the clones and the living.
Now there was a consensus to start simply and expound as their expertise increased. An organism of ultramicroscopic size was created. These organisms were called Microbes and spread across the planet. The clones knew this creation was necessary for maintaining life. They knew microbes are part of the energy cycle that keeps life running. The first life created lived near volcanic vents deep in the ocean. There they converted the sulfur from the vent into energy. Every living thing basically takes energy from the environment in some way and converts it to energy to survive. Now they had a food supply started. If the time this took was measured in Earth years it would be in the millions. Once the basic world was created things moved along at a faster pace.
The next life form was seaweed because plants take energy from the sun and use it to build tissues, make seeds, and produce offspring. When the seaweed died the microbes could feed on it. The clones now had a life cycle created and all wanted to create more complex life forms, and with each creation it became easier.
The next creation was a jawless, toothless, soft-bodied fishlike creature that wriggled through the water, sucking up microscopic food particles. This fish began with an outer covering of scales and the clones redigned the scales to be on the iside and now were able to make a backbone. The more the clones concentrated the stronger their creative powers became.
Soon larger sea animals were created to feed on the jawless fish. Each time a new creature was created a food supply would be made for it, and then the necessary microbes for life and death would be created. All this creation helped the clones of energy to regain their mental stability after so many years of only existing, they were now creators of life and proud of it.
Timothy thought and all others agreed at the same instant that if one of the clones entered the energy system of one of their creations they would be able to experience any feelings it had. They created a large predator fish specifically to install one of Timothy’s clones in its electrical/energy system. Communication with that clone was cut off the instant life started in the creature. This had never happened before. No one knew if somehow they had destroyed the clone by integrating it in this large fish. When after several Earth years the fish died the clone rejoined the others. It told how all memories had ceased as soon as its energy fused with the new life form’s energy, and the clone had no other knowledge than what was experienced in this life form. But once the fish died its electrical system stopped, and the clone’s energy was transported right back to the Zero Point Field.
The clone told how great it was to stop all input from the other clones, and it was now full of new feelings and memories that was a feast for all the other clones. To be able to share new experiences after so many years without a single unique thought was very gratifying.
They created a larger predator than the last one. This time they made seven of the new speices and seven clones were inserted into the electrical/energy system. This had to be done at the instant life began so the clones could become part of the energy life force of the creation Then all contact with the seven clones was cut off at the start of life in the predators.
Six Earth years went by before the larger predators started dying and the clones began returning to the field. They bought many new experiences and memories with them to be shared by all. The returning clones appeared stronger (Their thoughts could overpower thoughts from other clones, the experience of dying, for an unknown reason, the more traumatic the death the more was the increase in power)All the clones started clamoring as one, they too wanted to live on this planet they had created.
Chapter 10
With billions of minds thinking as one it was decided they would organize which clones got to visit by numbers. There were over twenty billion clones and only a few life forms suitable for habitation. It was agreed to let as many live on the planet as was feasable starting with the oldest clones. All agreed to create many more life forms that they could inhabit. Meanwhile they all enjoyed the new memories of feeding, hunting, and living a life underwater.
Soon they had created vegetation on dry land and small animals that could be inhabited. When these clones returned it became evident that the most exciting part of living on this planet was the way they died the more painful the death the more powerful the clone became in its next life. Deaths were relived many times in the memories of all clones, and they all clamored for a painful death with their next existence. The animals they created kept getting larger and larger until there were so large that their size obviously limited the number of animals this planet could sustain. TiTe decided it would be better to make smaller animals so more clones could live on the planet. The large animals were all exterminated. The clones gained in intellect with every creation, and each existence on this new planet along with the death experienced before returning to the field provided an increase in the ability of the clones to create more complex life forms. The clones decided to create a life form that would emulate their old forms before the destruction of their home planet. It took several tries before they came up with one that was almost perfect. These life forms weren’t any different than all the others they had been living with. Then they created one that perfectly duplicated the body and brain of what they used to be like. Soon there were thousands of these experimental life forms roaming the planet. Once the life formed died; the clone returned to the field and, all were able to share the experiences of the life it had lived on the planet. Eventually the clones found a way to communicate with their brethen while they’re inhabiting life forms on the planet. During sleep the replica would dream and these dreams being low voltage electricity could be picked up if any clones were close by when the dreams were happening. Many clones visited the planet to eavsdrop on dreams. The clones were invisible to the inhabitants of this new world. This way new knowledge could be sent to the masses in the field before the life form dies. The inhabiting clone is unaware of what is happening and when they have memories of transfering information they think they’re dreaming.

While living as a replica, all memories of any previous existence was blocked. The replica wasn’t allowed to know anything about the being that inhabited it. Sometimes a replica would sense it was being inhabited by something but didn’t know what. This became known as the spirit or possesion by the Gods. Sometimes the being inhabiting a replica would try to direct it and this became known as a sixth sense. As more and more replicas were created this sense became dulled and fewer felt the possesion, and it got to the point where any who admitted they felt it were looked upon by the other replicas as though they had mental problems.
After the new life form was perfected all the clones wanted to live again in a replica of their past form. Immediately That was impossible because the new planet couldn’t support the vast numbers of replicas. Most refused to experience a life in any life form other than the newly created one because it’s so superior an existence to live in a replica of their old life form. Many other life forms were allowed to die out to make room for the new replicas. There was a system created that allowed each being an exact number of planetary years to live on the planet. If the replica the clone was experiencing life in should die before the time was up the clone would be born again to finish out the time allotted. This option wasn’t desired because the first few years of a new existence was a time of limited experiences. Many clones knowing they only had a limited time to live as a child would choose to die of cancer or some other painful disease to experience the intense pain they knew would make them stronger for their next existence.
The clones wanted to intensley feel emotional experiences while inhabiting their replicas. It was now possible for the clones to influence their replicas to a small degree. To die by torture was agonizing for the replica, but the being gained strength from the excrutiating pain. The replica doing the torturing also gained strength for the clone inhabitating it. The Replicas were divided into tribes and made to compete in wars against one another. Brutality was fun for the clones and war offered the opportunity to be as brutal as one could. The clones influenced many wars
As time went on the life form’s inteligence increased, but the life forms were still manipulated by the clones into doing what made the clones feel good. And that was warring and slaughtering, because this is what made intense memories to live with while in the field waiting to be reborn. The wait could be hundreds of planetary years before one was born again.
The clones find a way to communicate with their brethen who are inhabiting life forms on the planet. During sleep a clone can communicate with another clone that is in proximity to it. This way new knowledge can be sent to the masses before the life form dies. The inhabiting clone is unaware of what is happening and when they remember transfering information they think they’re dreaming.
The replica’s intelegence has now reached a point where it was equal to what the clones intellegence was at the time their planet got destroyed. Now these replicas were cloning their minds and sending the clones to space. Could this mean the field would be invaded by these new clones. Could they coexist or would these new clones once they found out how they were manipulated seek revenge on their creators? This question was unanswerable so it was decided to end this world and build a new one.Maybe this was mars and the planets life forms were extinguished by removing the atmosphere and drying up the oceans

Unexpectedly before the clones could destroy the world they had created the clones inhabiting it cloned every inhabitant of the planet and sent its clones all over the solar system. They didn’t only make one clone of each inhabitant as the clones had done. They made multiple clones of each inhabitant of the planet so their clones outnumbered the clones two to one.
The clones concentrated very hard and the planet moved across the sun, just as their home planet had done years ago with the same result. The planet was torn to pieces by the imense gravitational pull it experienced when it crossed the center of the sun. Or does DR. Tite discover the secret and stop Earth from being destroyed. He meets DR.Teti who was his wife and partner in their previous existence. Between them they have many clones so they have a long running dynasty on Earth as one clone dies another takes it’s place.
Now there were two different types of clones inhabiting the field and they didn’t know each others thoughts and rather than becoming enemies they knew by sharing the field it would be a better existence for all to coexist. The ancient clones learned from the new ones how to close their thoughts to any unwelcome intrusion. This alone made being there more pleasant. When they found the new clones carried a negative charge the ancient clones with their positive charge paired up with a couple of the new clones.







6/28/2007 2:58 PM
Chapter 11 Why?
(TiTe is a dynasty because they have many clones when one replica dies another is born, this is unknown to the living tite’s)
Romulus knew he needed someone to talk to about his dreams. He didn’t have many friends, none close enough to tell about his dreams. N.Y, City wasn’t a place where friendships were easily made. He did an Internet search and found Dr. Tite whose office was close to where Romulus lived. His qualifications seemed impeccable. When he walked into the doctor’s office he was surprised to be met by a man who appeared to be in his early thirties. Well built, good looking with piercing gray eyes, but a warm friendly manner.
“Hi, I’m Dr. Tite,” he said, extending his hand. Romulus extended his and they shook.
“We can get to know one another or you can just tell me why you’re here. Whatever you’re most comfortable with
“I’m dreaming of dying every night Dr. Tite. I’ve died a thousand deaths in the last two or three years and no two are alike,” Romulus said.
He was a new patient and Dr. Tite wrote his observations of him into his records. Seemingly well adjusted, Caucassian Male, approx eighteen –yrs. Good appearance, blue eyes, white teeth-retains all of them, considered handsome, has effeminate delicate movements, 170 lbs. He took his time writing to see if he’ll interrupt and when he doesn’t after five minutes Dr Tite writes down “passive” and then he asked,
“Do you want me to prescribe a drug that will stop you from dreaming?”
“Hell no, I enjoy every single one of them.”
“Then why have you come to see me?”
“Because, I’m afraid that I’m enjoying dying in my dreams so much that I find myself wanting to experience death.”
“Well, the fact that you’re here is a good sign. It shows you see the difference between reality and fantasy.”
“That’s my problem doctor, it’s getting to the point where I’m not sure what’s real and what’s not anymore.”
“Tell me about your last dream, just to give me an idea of what’s going on.”
“I had a doozy last night, when you hear this one you’re going to think I’m nuts. My dream starts with me in the middle of a battle, and I was wearing a suit of armor and speaking French. I killed about twenty of these guys who were wearing uniforms with crosses across their chest and they didn’t have any armor or helmets. That’s what made it so easy for me to cut them down; they couldn’t pierce my armor and all I had to do was keep my sword moving and they fell like I was cutting grass with my sword.
Finally I was knocked over by their superior numbers and I was captured; convicted of all things_ cross-dressing and for this offense I ‘m burned to death. In the dream I was a woman; I guess women wearing armor in those days was considered a felony”
“Maybe you were Joan of Arc.”
“I don’t know who I was supposed to be, like I said, I was speaking French and so was everyone else in the dream and I sure as hell don’t understand French.”
“Then how do you know you were convicted of cross dressing?”
“I don’t know, I was only guessing because they made such a big deal about the suit of armor I was wearing.
“Did you actually die in the dream?”
“Yes, and that’s the part I find upsetting. Despite the fact that I’m dying a very painful death, there’s part of me enjoying the excruciating pain and wants it to last as long as possible.”

Dr Tite wrote in the patient’s record, “Pt. Mr. Romulus, shows masochistic tendencies, and claims to enjoy pain while dreaming.”
“I think you need to sign yourself into my clinic until we can determine what’s causing these dreams.”
“I can’t, you know I’ve got a job I want to keep, and it’s not only taking time off. If anybody finds out I signed myself into a nut house I can kiss my job goodbye. Everyone is so afraid of an employee going postal nowadays that the least little sign of mental problems means I’ll be looking for employment elsewhere.”
“First of all it’s a clinic, and not a nut house. Secondly there’s laws to protect you against any unjust discharge.”
“Laws don’t mean shit to big cooperation’s. You know dam well they do whatever they want to do and getting rid of someone is the easiest thing in the world for them.”
“Well if the dreams have been going on for two to three years I think we can assume as you haven’t killed yourself in this amount of time that you’re not likely to do it in the few weeks between our visits. So for now I’m just going to prescribe some medication, and if you feel suicidal or have any problems you must call me immediately. Is that understood?”
“Yeah, sure Doc.”
Dr. Tite prescribed Clozaril for him, because he believed he had a serious condition.
“This is a potent drug and you will need your blood tested weekly while on it. Will you promise to take the drug as directed and comply with the conditions?”
“Yeah sure Doc. I’ll see you in two weeks.”
He reached under his desk and switched of the video camera that he always had running when he interviewed a patient. He believed video was a much better format than merely written records. He found it much easier to see what a patient was really saying when he could see their body language. He didn’t let anyone know he did this because he wasn’t sure if it was legal or not. He didn’t want to find out because as long as he didn’t know, he could always claim ignorance.
He glanced at Romulus’s records and started reading through the report that was one of the most horrendous he had ever read. It had more information than most background reports because when his father had murdered his mother the state’s attorney had Romulus evaluated by a psychiatrist to determine weather to bring charges against him or not. The state paid for an extensive investigation that went all the way back to his birth. Dr.Tite held the results in his hands. He began reading. Parts of this story were told under oath to an investigator who actually went to the village where Romulus was born as part of his research.

Chapter 12
Romulus was born during the conflict in the Balkans. Romulus Milutin Milanković is the birth name on his records, but there’s a notation saying he has only used the one name throughout his life.
His mother’s life was taken when she had to give birth while a battle was raging. NATO was bombing the village. The Serbs were over running it, and former neighbors and friends were killing each other. This is the story of Romulus’s birth as told by some of his former neighbors.
The neighbors broke into the house just as Romulus was being born. “Look at her, shitting out another one of those little bastards.” We don’t need the likes of her around, repopulating the village with their kind,” said Konstandin.
“Should I shoot her dad?” his fourteen-year-old son, asked
“Naw, why waste ammo? I’ll just cut the sow’s throat.” He said, and did. As he wiped the blood off the blade, her husband came through the door. The boy raised his rifle to take aim at him. He was quicker than the boy and instantly shot him dead. Then he knocked the knife wielder unconscious with his rifle butt,
He saw Romulus lying on the floor where he was born, surrounded by blood and afterbirth. “My son,” he said. “I’ll make this murderous bastard pay for what he did to your mother.” After washing him with a wet towel he wrapped the baby in a blanket, laid the baby on the bed, and then tied and hung the unconscious man by his feet from a hook in the ceiling.
Jak, (Jacob) Romulus’ father, went to milk the goat in order to feed the baby. Jak had named the goat Romulus after his favorite historical character and when he was milking the goat he muttered to the goat, “Come on give me some milk to feed little Romulus.” That’s how he got his name. In the future he’d brag he was named after the founder of Rome, but he was actually named after a goat.
When Jak returned to feed the baby Konstandin, was awake and struggling. Jak set the milk down; walked close to him, unzipped his fly, aimed his penis in the direction of Konstandin’s face and started pissing. The hanging man struggled to avoid the hot stream of urine, but hanging upside down with his hands tied behind him made it difficult to do anything but hang there. Jak knew one of the worst insults for a Serb was to be pissed on by an Albanian.
Jak dragged the body of Konstandin’s son close enough for him to watch. As he undressed the boy, and started skinning the body.
“Please don’t skin my son,” he begged him.
Jak agreed, “Why waste my time on a body that feels no pain?” He proceeded to cut Konstandin clothes off. Then he cut into his belly skinning him alive. The louder he screamed the better Jak felt.
Dr. Tite wondered how the neighbors knew how Jak was feeling? They probably helped him skin Konstandin.

The rest of his story is taken from immigration records, police investigations and psychological transcripts of interviews of Romulus soon after his stepmother’s murder by his father.
Jak and Romulus were allowed to immigrate to the United States when Jak married Besjana, a citizen of the United States, was allowed to bring her husband and stepson into the country. Besjana was a dominating, religious woman who went to church seven days a week.
Life wasn’t pleasant for the little immigrant. His father worked two jobs and was never home so Romulus was left to the mercy of Besjana who actually hated him. She would dream up things to do to him for her enjoyment. It seemed little Romulus always had burns and bruises covering his body.
“Why is he always so banged up?” Jak asked.
“Romulus is just so active he’s always falling out of trees or doing something to get banged up,” she told him.
She knew a lot of the bruises happened when she threw him down the cellar stairs every morning when he tried to refuse being locked in the basement all day.
“If you ever tell your father anything about me, Romulus, I’ll see to it that you’re both deported, and the Serbs will hang both of you when you return to the old country!”
He believed what she said was true, but it only intensified his hatred of her. He knew deep down that a day would come when she’d get what was coming to her.
Chapter 13
Hugo, a pedophile who lived next door and had befriended Romulus, knew how she felt about her son. He told her, “Besjana, I’ll pay you every month if you let your son spend a few hours a day with me.”
“So you like little boys, huh Hugo? How much will you give me if I let little Romulus visit you everyday?”
“I can afford three hundred dollars a month,” he said.
She thought about the proposition, and she knew Hugo was a pedophile and Romulus would be sexually molested by him, but the idea of an extra three-hundred a month made her decision for her.
Soon Romulus only spent five hours a day locked in the dark, damp cellar. He spent the rest of his day with his pedophile neighbor who, outside of sexually abusing him, tried to treat him well in every other way. The first day his stepmother told him to go visit Hugo he was nervous. Hugo opened the door to let him in and went and sat on his bed, “Sit here Romulus,” Hugo said patting the bed beside him. This was the first time Hugo molested him and Romulus didn’t have any idea what was about to happen. He did as he was told. This was his first sexual experience and he was five years old.
Besjana had drilled a hole through her bedroom wall that was connected to Hugo’s bedroom and installed a fisheye lens so she had a complete view of the room. She watched as Romulus sat next to Hugo and she started filming. She caught the complete episode with her video camera. She knew there was a big market for kiddy porn and maybe she’d blackmail Hugo one of these days.
Her payment for the one film paid her more than Hugo was giving her for a month’s rent for Romulus. From then on when she bought men home she would give them the choice of sex with her or with Romulus. She was surprised that so many chose Romulus over her. She didn’t mind though, because she filmed every one of them having sex with Romulus and made a small fortune selling the episodes online.
Romulus wondered if all people were cruel like his stepmother. He didn’t understand how a person could go to Mass everyday and do the things she did? The hypocrisy was inexcusable and helped form his opinions on religion. He didn’t know that the when she prayed every day, she asked God to prevent his father from finding out how she made money by selling his son.
Her prayers weren’t answered because Jak happened to be having a beer with his buddy Jackson, who told him about web sites that exist online that had kiddy porn as their main subject. Jak couldn’t believe something like this would be allowed in America.
Jackson typed in the porn address on his computer and showed him one of the sites. “You can’t save any of this stuff on your computer,” his buddy said, “if you do and any one finds it you’ll get a stiffer jail sentence than a murderer.”
A grainy film came on and Jak froze. “Wait look at this boy, he looks just like my son.”
They both watched as a man removed the boy’s clothing and used him to satisfy his sexual desires. Jak ran to the bathroom to puke. He knew what he had to do. Jackson his so-called buddy was obviously like the man in the film, or he wouldn’t be watching films like this.
Jak returned to the room where Jackson was glued to the computer monitor. Jak opened his pocketknife.
“Are you O.K.?”
This was no longer his friend, but an animal, Jak thought. “I’m right behind you,” Jak said, as he yanked his ex buddy’s head back and forcefully thrust the knife into his throat just below the left ear. Jak then drew the blade across his throat and didn’t stop until the blade was under his right ear. Blood spurted from the severed throat and soon the monitor was covered with thick gobs of blood. Jak let go and his victim fell forward face first. He watched as the last spurts of blood pumped from the ripped open throat. He knew he did the right thing. People like this are animals, and it’s not a crime to kill animals, he thought. He went to the kitchen sink to wash off what blood he could from his hands and sleeves.
“How could I have let this happen to my son?” He asked himself over and over. He knew what he had to do, but there was the question of what would happen to his son once he did it. He wasn’t a religious man but in his time of need he prayed to God for an answer. While he walked home to do what he had to do he passed a Catholic Church where there was a light burning in the rectory. He went to the door and knocked. A middle-aged priest answered the door; took one look at his bloody clothes, and tried to slam the door in his face. Jak put his foot between the door and frame so it couldn’t be closed.
He begged, “Please listen to me, you’re the answer to my prayers,” hearing these words relaxed the priest some; he introduced himself as Father Flynn. Jak knew that he would think, A man that prays can’t be all-bad.
“What can I do to help you?” He asked.
“It’s my son, father. His mother is going to die and I won’t be able to take care of him any longer.”
“Why not?”
“Because, I won’t be around for long.” He then extracted a promise from Flynn by invoking the scriptures that require compassion for orphans. Flynn agreed that Romulus would be placed in a Catholic home if he died soon.
“This is highly unusual, having someone come in the middle of the night to discuss something like this,”
“God sent me,” answered Jak. He then proceeded to supply the priest with his home information and wrote and signed a will leaving all his worldly possessions to the church and requesting that Romulus be given to the church to be raised. Now Jak felt he was free to do what had to be done.

Chapter 14

Besjana saw him resolutely walking toward the door. She sensed trouble and asked, “What’s wrong?”
Jak walked through the door with blazing eyes. He didn’t say a word. He swung and smashed her nose with his balled up fist; the power behind the punch numbed his hand. Blood poured from her nose; she lifted her hand to her face to stem the flow, but he punched again. This time he punched her hand; driving it into her mouth, which started hemorrhaging blood along with her nose.
Romulus hearing noises came into the room. Jak fell to his knees and hugged him tightly. “Can you ever forgive me son?” he asked.
“You’re going to prison for this,” yelled his wife through bloody hands.
“Son, you’re eleven years old now, a little young to learn what I’m about to teach you. But I won’t be here to teach you later, now’s the time for you to learn what is required of a man who has been betrayed by a woman.” He released his hold on Romulus and stood; then he smashed a heavy glass vase into Besjana’s face. This blow tore a hole in her left cheek. It was now impossible to see where the blood was coming from.
The noise from her throat stopped Jak in his tracks, and scared the shit out of Romulus. The loud, high-pitched, blood filled gurgle was meant to be a call for help but instead sounded like a shriek from beyond the grave.
Jak opened the door to the cellar and pushed her down the stairs. As she rolled from step to step all the way to the bottom, she let out shrieks of pain. By the time she hit bottom she had broken ribs to accompany her other contusions.
Romulus couldn’t understand the feeling welling up inside of him, but he knew it felt good. It felt good because she was finally getting what she deserved. “This is what father wants to teach me,” he thought, “Revenge feels good.”
Hugo heard the screams and sounds of the beating being administered. “Do I call 911 or just get the fuck out of here. He shut out the screams coming through the adjoining walls from next door. If Jak found out what he had been doing to his son, he might well be next on his list. Hugo packed a bag and left.
Jak took out his knife; the very same one he had skinned his neighbor with in the old country, and the one he had just sliced his disgusting friend’s throat with.
Romulus saw the blood coated knife and knew this was the end of his stepmother. He had always wondered how he was going to get away from her. Now he was happy to see his father taking that problem away from him.
“Now watch, Romulus,” his father said, as he tied her ankles together and hung her on a hook screwed into the cellar ceiling. “Women can’t ever be trusted and I want you to remember that.”
Romulus watched as the blood on her face reversed direction and started flowing into her hair. She was gurgling; begging Romulus to help her. He spit on her.
“Good boy,” Jak said, as if he was talking to a dog.
Romulus walked close to where his stepmother was hanging and suddenly he drew his foot back and kicked as hard as he could. The blow hit her directly on all three of her previous injuries nose, mouth and cheek. Now the blood was pouring out. He felt real good now, and his father was encouraging him, “That’s how to treat them goddamn sluts, Son,” he said
Romulus kicked her again, and again, and again until he felt all the anger and frustration drain from him. “Now,” his father said, ”I’ll show you how we skin an animal.” He pushed the blade through the skin of her leg.
Her screams thrilled Romulus. To see this woman who had terrorized him his whole life in such pain and misery answered his prayers. His love for his father expanded with every scream.
Now she was begging, “Please, please, I’ll do anything, just stop.”
Jak looked at Romulus and saw that he didn’t want him to stop. He continued slicing through her skin and peeling it off as he did. Jak was an expert at skinning animals and the only difference between skinning an animal and his wife was that he would be sure the animal was dead before he skinned it.
“Why didn’t you tell me what she was doing to you?” Jak asked his son.
“She told me if I ever said anything she’d have us both deported and we would be hung when we were sent back.”
Jak cut the rope around the ankles and the skinless hunk of meat fell to the floor. He continued cutting her skin where the rope had been and pulled her hide off all still in one piece.
Jak used a skill saw to cut up the carcass into small pieces and placed them all in heavy black garbage bags. “Romulus, your stepmother is finally going to do something to benefit somebody besides herself.”
“How can she do that? She’s dead.”
“She’s going to feed the hungry,” he said

Chapter 15
They carried the bags out to the car and placed them in the trunk. He drove to the biggest homeless shelter in the city and backed up to the kitchen. “Stay here, Romulus, while I talk to the chef.” Soon Jak appeared with a man dressed in a white uniform who unloaded the bags from the trunk onto a four-wheeled cart which he wheeled into the kitchen.
Romulus followed them into the kitchen, and watched as the man in white dumped large sections of his stepmother on a butcher block and chopped it into smaller pieces.
“What’re you going to do with all those pieces?” asked Romulus.
“Stew meat,” replied the chef. Jak shook his hand and said, “If I ever run over another deer I’ll bring it directly here without butchering it first.”
“You do that,” said the chef, we’ve all the butchering equipment right here, so you don’t need to cut it up like you did this one.”
Romulus learned that people would believe anything they wanted to believe. The chef was happy to get over one hundred pounds of meat to feed indigents, with and when he was told it was deer meat he was happy to believe it.
Romulus burst out laughing. “What makes you laugh at a time like this?” asked Jak.
“I was thinking of you telling that guy this was deer meat, D-E-A-R meat,” and he broke out in laughter again.
Jak smiled, because he used to call his wife dear. They went home and cleaned up the mess. Jak was happy now maybe his son wouldn’t have to be raised in a seminary after all.
Things went well for a week until Hugo returned and saw nothing of his neighbor. He knew Jak had killed her because of the screams he heard before he left. He wasn’t going to say anything until he started worrying that Romulus would tell his father what Hugo had done to him. “Then I’ll be next he thought,” and decided to call the police.
Detective Santino from the missing persons bureau stopped by Jak’s house to perform an obligatory interview. He knew most women who were reported missing had taken off for one reason or another. He knocked on the door and Romulus answered. Santino showed his badge and the boy started shaking. This was a sure sign of something amiss. “Is your mother home?” He asked.
“No”
“When will she be home?”
“I don’t know.”
“Well, Where’s she at?”
“I don’t know. Now things were sounding fishy. Detective Santino pushed his way by the boy into the house. He looked through all the rooms and everything was clean and orderly. Romulus was standing with his back to the cellar door as if protecting it from the detective. This was a sure sign to him that there was something down there.
He decided that he better do this by the book and get a warrant before he went down there and found evidence that could be dismissed because of a warrant less search. He left and Romulus was relieved, but had no idea he would soon return with a warrant and a crew to search for evidence of wrongdoing.
Six of them came to the house with Santino and a warrant. They took Romulus next door to Hugo’s apartment and asked him if he would keep an eye on the boy.
Hugo couldn’t say no, but he didn’t want any more to do with Romulus now that he knew how violent his father could be. He tried and tried to think of an excuse to get away. Logic told him it was better to keep the boy with him than to have him over there with a house full of cops who might ask him questions about their relationship.
The police searched the complete house for evidence of foul play. Particularly in the basement because it seemed the boy didn’t want them down there. Santino told them to spread Luminol to detect any trace amounts of blood.
“The Luminol will cause a light-producing chemical reaction between it and hemoglobin, an oxygen-carrying protein in the blood, and If there’s any blood here it’ll light up like a Christmas tree” Santino said, showing off his knowledge for the other cops. He shut the lights off and the Luminol glowed showing where the blood had spread over the floor.
Hugo came over to tell the police he needed to run an errand and would take Romulus with him. He was holding Romulus’s hand tightly out of nervousness. He was telling how he heard screaming coming through the walls and hasn’t seen Besjana since that time. Just then Jak walked through the door and saw Hugo. Romulus had told him how Hugo had been the first to molest him. Now seeing him holding his son’s hand he snapped. Hugo turned and saw Jak coming at him with his knife ready. He screamed, “There he is,” pointing at Jak. Before anyone could move Jak had buried his blade in Hugo’s throat and was drawing it across to be sure all the veins were cut. Belatedly for Hugo, twenty-eight shots rang out. fifteen hit Jak and thirteen hit Hugo. Fortunately all missed Romulus who was standing directly in the line of fire. It was ruled that Hugo was already dead by the knife before he was shot thirteen times by the police so there was no disciplinary action taken against any of the shooters.
Father Flynn read about the shooting; true to his promise had Romulus placed in a Catholic orphanage until he was old enough for college. The institution was well run and orderly, everything went well until some prosecutor suspected Romulus was an accessory to his mother’s murder. He got a court order to have him psychoanalyzed to determine if he was a witness or participant in his mother’s murder?
The therapist decided he wasn’t guilty of any crime and when he learned his mother had pimped him to homosexual men he told Romulus, there’s no reason for him to feel guilty, as this behavior between men and boys was fine as long as no one knew about it. He put his hand inside Romulus’ pants as he was talking to him. By the time he entered high school Romulus was completely homosexual and had no guilt feelings whatsoever. This was the only way to be. He sympathized with those poor men that had to have relations with women, because he knew how evil women could be. He learned to tolerate them socially even though personally he found all women repulsive. They reminded him of his stepmother, he often saw her characteristics in female acquaintances. His own father had told him to never trust one.

Chapter 16
Wow, no wonder this guy is having weird dreams. Dr Tite put the file down and checked the side effects of the drug he gave Romulus. He wanted to be sure this drug didn’t cause suicidal thoughts. He couldn’t understand why there’s no record of him ever being medicated, and no record means no way of telling how he may react to any drug.
Dr. Tite was busy as usual and Romulus slipped from his mind until the day of his next appointment. He wanted to kick himself for not following through and calling Romulus to inquire about the medication effects. He hoped Romulus would show up for his appointment.
“Hi Doc,” Romulus said, “sorry I’m late. You know traffic?”
“Any side effects from the mdication I gave you?”
“If you want to call full color night long dreams side effects, yeah there is.”
“I’ll try a different drug.”
“NO, I’m enjoying the heck out of the dreams, in fact I’m going to ask you to increase the dosage on the one I’m using now, and maybe I’ll have even more vivid dreams.”
“You’re already at the maxium recommended dose. I can give you Dopamine or Triazolam to increase the vividness of your dreams. But first, tell me are your dreams pleasant?”
“I’ll tell you about one I had last night. It was so realistic I remember it as though I actually lived it last night. ‘In the dream I’m a captain in the German Army, my name is Ernst Röhm, the year is 1919 and. I was sitting in a beer hall just relaxing when some army corporal by the name of Hitler stood up and started speaking. I wanted to tell him to sit down and shut up, but he was so enthusiastic I started to listen to what he was saying, and he passionately expressed my exact viewpoint. I figured I could help this upstart with my connections. We had a long discussion over a dozen or so beers, and I suggested he change the name from The German Workers party to the National Socialist German Workers' Party (Nationalsozialistische Deutsche Arbeiterpartei or NSDAP) and call it for short, Nazi.’”
“You know a lot of what we dream are just repressed memories. You probably read about Captain Rohm somewhere and forgot.”
“Well, In the dream, Hitler loved my acronym and after that one instance he would always refer to me when he wanted a catch phrase. A number of years passed before he asked me to name a couple of his organizations.”
“Oh, what other names did you come up with in your dream?”
“Lets see, the next one was Gestapo, I took the first two letters from the title Secret State Police, Geheime the first three from Staat and the first two from Polizei. Another was the staff guard Schutzstaffel, or SS for short.” I remember in the dream that Hitler and I were having dinner and he refused to eat meat. I asked him what had changed his outlook about eating meat? He told me it was like eating a corpse. I didn’t question any further, but I wondered why he would think that. While we were having dinner he gave me a list of Jews he wanted rounded up.”
“Do you remember all this or are you making it up as you go along?”
“I swear, every detail of the dream is as plain as day, in the dream the list was in German and I understood every word of it. You know I don’t speak a word of German. Anyway, the list he gave me had four hundred names on it, and by glancing at the names I saw there were some of the wealthiest Jews in the country on this list. I knew an opportunity when I saw it.”
“What do you mean an opportunity?”
“All these Jews were going to the camps anyway, so I figured I may as well get some of their money before they went. I contacted a dozen of the wealthiest and warned them what was about to happen. I advised them to turn all their assets into cash and jewels. I promised once they did that I would acquire safe conduct to Switzerland for them and their families. I had all twelve families’ come to my house on the same day. There were about seventy Jews total. I had a convoy of six trucks there to pick them up. Their entire luggage was loaded into one truck; all the Jews were loaded into the other trucks. We took them to an empty warehouse where I had a machine gun set up. Once they were all inside I started firing and we shot and killed all the Jews. In the dream I was firing an automatic weapon and I must have personally killed a dozen Jews. I can’t believe it, but in the dream I enjoyed shooting them. Normally I wouldn’t kill an insect. I don’t understand where feelings like this originate. We found money and jewels hidden in the strangest places. One woman had a large diamond stuffed up her ass.”
“Did you personally find this diamond?”
“Hell no, I was an officer. My underlings did the dirty work. After searching the luggage and stripping and searching all the body’s and openings for hidden treasure, I gave my men ten percent of any treasure found. I had an enormous amount of money left for myself. I delivered the bodies to the SS and told how they tried to escape. There was no problem, all they did was cross the bodies names off their list.”
“What did you do with the money in your dream?”
“I sold the jewels and changed all the currency to Swiss Francs and put it in a Swiss numbered account that only the person knowing the number could ever withdraw the money.”
“That’s quite a dream, are you sure you want me to increase the dosage?”
“I’m sure I do. I want the dreams to last longer than they do now. Oh, by the way doc. I wrote a note while I was still sleeping. I don’t know what it says because I evidently wrote it in German. He showed Dr. Tite the note which said, Die Kontonummer 119-20431 und das Codewort ist Vanille-eis.
Now can you answer a question? How can I write in German when I don’t know the language and why do you think I enjoyed the killing in my dream doctor?”
“Sometimes we need a dream that causes strong emotions in us. Perhaps your nature is too laid back. I wouldn’t worry about your feelings during the dream, after all, It’s just a dream. Do you remember dying in the dream?”
“Yes, I got caught the next time I tried my little scheme. Some asshole SS officer knew the bodies I brought in belonged to wealthy Jews because he recognized a couple of them. He knew right away what I had done and arrested me.
He tortured me to find out where I had hidden the booty from these dead Jews. I soon told him where the loot was hidden from this episode, but I never told about the Swiss account. He sent his men to find the money and Jewels I had gotten from this bunch. He was disappointed in the amount and decided I should pay in pain for inconveniencing him. He kept me alive for three days while feeding slices of me to his hungry dogs. I was in excruciating pain and I can hardly believe that a part of me was enjoying the pain.”

Chapter 17

Romulus left with a new prescription for Triazolam and was due to return in three weeks, Dr Tite reviewed the film of his interview numerous times and saw no signs that Romulus was fabricating anything he said about his dream. That evening he had his own dream that the number Romulus had given him to the secret account was accurate. He awoke from the dream in the middle of the night wondering about the number. He knew sometimes dreams had unknown significance and just wondered if possibly the account number Romulus had given him could be accurate? If it was, how could he find out which bank would have that particular account
He found out there’re 24 cantonal banks, one in each canton of the country. Thank God for the internet He went to each bank and provided the number he was given. After he tried ten Cantonal banks, he thought how he would be ridiculed if any of his peers knew he was actually trying to prove his patients dream true or false by doing what he was doing. It wasn’t until he reached the very last bank on the list. http,://www.zkb.ch Urner Kantonalbank He typed the account number and password in and was informed he would have to call the bank. He called and was told they couldn’t supply any information over the phone, he’d have to be there in person to find what the contents of the account were.
He couldn’t believe the account actually existed. Could it be just chance that Romulus came up with an existing Swiss bank account number? He knew statistically it was highly unlikely, but he didn’t know how else to explain it. Now he had a dilema, should he let Romulus know what he found, thereby reinforcing his belief in his dreams being true. He decided the only thing to do was to find out what was in the account and when it was opened before mentioning anything to Romulus.
Once he knew if Romulus’s dream was accurate or a highly unlikely coincidence, he’d know how to proceed with treating his affliction. What his affliction was is becoming a real problem to diagnose. With the horrendous history Romulus has, he appears to be a well adjusted human being other than his bizzare dreams. This itself was a contradiction because most abused children usally have major problems coping with life once they mature. The memories sometimes haunt them all their lives, whereas it appears Romulus is somehow avoiding his past memories. This is what makes his job interesting, Figuring out patients like him and finally helping them.
Dr. Tite was scheduled to attend a conference in Switzerland the following week. Once he arrived in Switzerland he headed straight for the bank because his curiosity wouldn’t let him stop thinking about the dreams Romulus was having. He inquired at the information desk about how to proceed to see the contents of a numbered account. He was told to fill out a standard request form and once he had done so; he handed it to the first available teller. There was a security hold on the account and he was asked to please wait. He sat and wondered what could be going on when someone obviously from the upper echeleon of the bank’s staff introduced himself as Folke Anderson assistant V.P.
“I need the other half to your code word before I can allow access to your account.”
Stunned he didn’t know what to do. many thoughts swirled through his head. He knew some Swiss banks did their best to hold on to any money deposited by Germans during the war and maybe that’s what they were doing with this account if it actually was opened at that time. He asked the V.P. if he could use a phone.
“Hello, Romulus, I’ve got an incidental question about your dream, do you remember the note in German you gave me?”
“Yeah”
“I had it translated and the last part is missing. The very last sentence in the note says something like Vanilleeiscreme, does that jog your memory?”
“Yeah, it was Vanilleeis-Cremekegel.Why do you ask?”
“I’m just doing some psychological research and that was an important question I needed answered. Talk to you later.”
He wrote Vanilleeis-Cremekegel and handed it to the V.P.

“Oh, vanilla ice cream cone, clever and easy to remember,” said the V.P.
He was led into a room and given his account balance and history. The balance of thirty-five hundred Swiss Francs shocked him. He looked through the deposit records and saw that three million Francs had been deposited in 1943. What happened to the balance? Did someone loot the account?
He knew the money was taken from murdered Jews and he knew his conscience wouldn’t leave him in peace if he didn’t notify somebody about this account that had been looted and maybe they could get restitution for survivors of the Jews that Romulus murdered in his past life.. He argued with himself about what to do and he knew he could just leave it where it was while he decided what to do about it.
He was impressed with the fact that Romulus had been accurate. Does this mean he dreamt of an actual past somehow? How is it possible for him to get this information from a dream? He was compelled to answer these questions- somehow.

Chapter 18
At the psychiatric conference he listened to a researcher tell how she was able to record her patient’s dreams using functional magnetic resonance imaging fMRI and in conjunction with software designed specifically for this task create a filmed version of the dreams that’s judged to be 87% accurate. This got his attention and he decided to introduce himself once her presentation was over.
He read the brochure and found her listed as the main speaker for tonight’s conference and her short bio told him that she was, Melanie Mclain M.D. with a P.H.D. in Neuroscience, 34 years old. She’s two years younger than he is. After the conference they met at the hotel bar, He ordered scotch and water; she ordered ice water with a twist of lemon. He automatically analyzed this as either she was a health nut or had alcoholism in her family.
“How many actual films of dreams have you produced?” he asked.
“Just a few,” she replied, “I’m trying to get funding for many more, but you know what that’s like when you have unproven science. I have to know so many disiplines to be accurate I sometime wonder how I’m able to accomplish it.”
“Aren’t you a neuroscientist? That’s such a new field I’m sure there’s many unproven theories.”
“As a neuroscientist I study many techniques and I’m aided by the advent of newer, faster computing methods and neuroimaging techniques In order to use fMRI effectively for recording these dreams, an investigator must have a firm grasp of the relevant principles from all of these fields: Physics, Statistics,Electrophysiology, Psychology, cognitive psychology, psychophysics and Neuroanatomy. The fMRI signals can be put into the context of previous knowledge only with an understanding of the neuroanatomy.”
“Wow, that’s quite a list of disiplines alright. Let’s say I have a patient who has dreams that are factual and the patient has no way of knowing these facts? Have you ever come across any cases like this?”
She couldn’t tell him, she has been having dreams all her life that were unexplainable. She saw things that from the past that no one else even knew about. This is what drew her to neiroscience and the hope of one day understanding her dreams.
There was the time she dreamed about Jesus being married to Mary Magdeline and she just thought it was romantic fantasy until she read , scholars at Oxford University announced the discovery of a previously unknown Gospel fragment among a collection of ancient Egyptian papyri. The single papyrus sheet was found among the collection known as the Oxyrhynchus Papyri, a horde of ancient texts uncovered in Egypt in the last century. The fragment contains dialogue between Jesus and Mary Magdalene, and the words spoken suggest something that can only come as a shock to mainstream Christians: that Jesus and Mary were husband and wife.
The Gospel fragment in question has been in the Oxford papyrus collection for decades. However it remained illegible until the innovative use of an infrared technology developed for satellite imaging was used.
Then there was the time she dreamed of a murder and led the police to the spot where she had seen the body buried. The body was there, exactly where she said it would be. The victim had been murdered seventy years earlier. There were many other dreams she has had but now doesn’t want to dwell on them any longer, Instead of telling him about her dreams she said.
“I know for a fact that some people dream about things from the past that are factual. I’m trying to determine if they’re actual memories from lives previously lived or if somehow these people are clairvoyant and acquire memories belonging to others, - maybe others from the past.”
“It’s no wonder you’re having a hard time getting funding with ideas like that.”
“I knew you’d be hardheaded like all the rest of these scientist, don’t forget you’re the one who asked the question and I gave you an honest answer.”
“Sorry, I try to keep an open mind, but when you come up with clichés like past life regression I can’t help but to be skeptical.” If I could only tell her about the bank account, and see why she thinks Romulus knew where it was.
“Have you heard of Scientology? She asked, “according to the founder, it has only been in Scientology that the mechanics of death have been thoroughly understood. According to them in death the spirit finds itself without a body (which has died) and then goes looking for a new body. A spirit will hang around people. When it sees a pregnant woman it follows her. Then, the Spirit will slip into the newborn usually two or three minutes after the delivery of a child from the mother.”
“ He only talks about spirits entering babies. I’m wondering if spirits from the past can enter any body at any time without destroying the present person, then when one remembers a past life it is actually someone else's life one is remembering don’t you think?” He asked.
“I’m don’t know how to answer that question, that’s why I’m researching the subject, to find answers to questions such as that one. I have one patient whose past live memories began entirely spontaneously. The patient was female, and she began recalling previous lives as a teenager, because of those first memories she began paying strict attention to her dreams, especially very vivid ones. Then she began to meditate, and paying attention to imagery that came during those times. Finally, after many years, there came the point when she would just "know" and she now is a successful psychic and her prophecies have been proven to be true many times. Her success is due to her analyzing her dreams.”
“I’m sorry, but psychics and people like Hubbard make me all the more skeptical.”
“If you’re so skeptical, why are you asking about dreams?”
He wondered that himself until he remembered Romulus’s dream.
“Can you make a film of my patient’s dreams at my clinic?” he asked.
“Sure if you’ve got the money to buy the equipment I need.”
“How much?”
“I need special fMRI equipment and installing the computer programming into its circuit is quite expensive. By using the program I already have will save you $200,000.”
He didn’t have that kind of money available but he knew he could get it. He hired Melanie Mclain M.D. P.H.D. as the director of research at his clinic. She accepted when he promised funding for any reasonable request.

Chapter 19
“HI Doc,” Romulus said, as he walked into Dr. Tite’s office, “my dreams are coming in 3-D Technicolor. They’re great, I wish I could sleep and dream all the time.”
“The combination of Clozaril and Triozolam didn’t adversely effect you in any way?” He asked as he noticed Romulus twitching a little as he talked.
“No Doc. The dreams are better now with both drugs,”
“I’ve got a proposition for you Romulus, I’m starting a new dream study program at my clinic and I’d like you to sleep there every night so I can record your dreams.”
“I don’t know about that, I kinda like my life the way it is now.”
I can pay you $200. a night if you sleep at the clinic.”
“Deal Doc. When do I start?”
“We’ll be ready for you by Monday.”
Melanie Mclain had purchased the equipment she was leasing in the research center where she worked before being hired by Dr Tite. No one was sad to see her leave because her dream research bordered on New Age Metaphysics, which was viewed as heterodoxy by the scientific community. She had her new laboratory set up and ready to go in a very short time.
“Romulus showed up Monday evening for his first wired dream (As he called it) when he saw Dr. Mclain, he was surprised by her voluptuous figure that was obvious even though she wore a long white jacket. Her brilliant green eyes along with her red hair made for a stunning beauty that was totally unexpected by Romulus.
“Are you going to spend the night with me?” he asked.
“In your dreams.”
“If you’re in my dreams, it’ll be like you’re actually there.”
She helped her assistant get Romulus adjusted so he could sleep with his head in the fMRI. He was fitted with earmuffs to block out noise from the machine he took his nightly medicine that made his dreams so vivid. Then the computer was turned on along with the fMRI and she watched the auxiliary monitors as his brain areas lit up and the energy moved from area to area.

Dr. Tite arrived and watched through the observation window from the control room as they prepped Romulus for his first ever-recorded dream. This was exciting for him, to be on the forefront of a new technology. Stimulated was how he felt about it taking place in his private clinic.
She finished adjusting Romulus and entered the control room that was soundproofed so the subject’s sleep wouldn’t be disturbed.
“Hi there,” she said when she saw him in the room. “Come to watch the first session?”
“I wouldn’t miss this for anything.”
She watched the screens to determine what stage of sleep the subject was in.
“You know dreams are characterized by REM, (rapid eye movement) she said.
“ Yes I’m aware of that. I remember reading that modern dream research started a century ago with the father of modern psychology. Freud said every dream metaphorically represents an unfulfilled wish, rooted in unresolved childhood traumas that the dreamer has pushed out of his or her waking consciousness.”
“Yes and another of the more popular theories is that dreams help process emotional memories. That is, they help us deal with emotional problems by absorbing them into our network of memories, comparing them with similar past problems and, perhaps, looking for solutions. Whatever the reasons for dreams I’m going to record whatever dreams our subject has and we can replay the dreams for him because as you also know, what looked to Freud like "repression," is simply the result of chemical changes that make us extremely forgetful during dreams. These changes are due to a shift, during REM sleep, in the types of chemical messenger molecules that the brain stem produces and that constantly flood the brain,” she said
“Is that why I can never remember my dreams?”
She ignored the question and said. “ I’m using a technique called Transcranial Magnetic Stimulation. It was developed by MIT researchers who showed films of ordinary real-life scenes to cats, while recording electrical activity in their brain cells. By running the measurements through a computer, they reconstructed films recognizably like the originals, though much blurrier. The findings were published in the Sept. 15, 1999, issue of the Journal of Neuroscience. With my computer program the images are much more recognizable.”
“That’s absolutely amazing. Can we watch while he dreams?”
“He won’t dream for a while yet. He’ll spend about two hours in the dream state tonight. He moves through four stages of the sleep cycle throughout the night. In the final stage of the sleep cycle is where dreaming occurs. Each cycle of sleep lasts anywhere from 60-90 minutes and then will repeat itself throughout the night. As soon as he starts dreaming it’ll show on that screen.” She pointed to a monitor with moving numbers showing. After several hours of waiting she said, “He’s getting ready to start dreaming, see how rapidly his eyes are moving? An image appeared on the monitor, blurry at first, becoming clearer and clearer as he went deeper into the dream state. They were both shocked to see Dr Mclain’s image appear on the screen.
“He’s dreaming about me,” she said. They watched as in his dream Romulus, who’s a known homosexual, made passionate love to her. The image faded and changed as he was having a new dream and in this one he was stalking DR Tite with a knife held above his head.
“This is what you call a love-hate doctor relationship. He loves you and hates me.”
The image changed again and Romulus dreamed he was sitting with a cream colored dog that he was patting affectionately, and he threw something for the dog to fetch. The dog came back with what both doctors recognized as a human femur bone clenched in its teeth. They both followed Romulus’s gaze as he sought another object to throw for the dog. His vision saw the skeleton lying beside him. He picked up another bone to throw for the dog.
“Well doctor, it looks like your going to be busy analyzing dreams for a while.”
“I already know what these three mean, he loves you, hates me, loves his dog and wishes his step mother’s memory would disappear.”
“That’s good, you already deduced that from watching these dreams?”
“Your forgetting he’s my patient and I already know a lot about him. I’d like to know how many dreams does a normal person have in one night?”
“Normally a person will have three to five dreams in a single night. Look! He’s having a nightmare.” They watched the images on the monitor that appeared to be swirling orbs of light and his heart rate was elevating showing he may be experiencing fear. The monitor measuring REM showed it was slowing and this dream was ending.
“Some parapsychologists think that the dream state is a gateway to another world and seem to think that the key scientific evidence for this is the distinct brain waves of the various stages of sleep. They seem to think that brain waves represent states of consciousness and that sleep is an altered state of consciousness,” she said.
“Do you believe that?”
“I don’t know, I’ll have to wait until I do more research before I can answer that question.”
Chapter 20
Romulus didn’t remember anything he had dreamt the previous night, so he said. He did indicate by body language that he remembered something. Dr. Mc Clain thought he probably at least remembered something about his dream of her and found it too embarrassing to talk about.
“See you tonight Doc.” Romulus said as he went to his job as a graphic designer for “Horror Unlimited” He Designed the monthly cover for the magazine and most covers were so grotesque that they became valued by collectors. I wonder if he gets his cover design ideas from his dreams?
She watched the films of the dreams and made a few adjustments on the fMRI unit and ran the software to be sure everything was operating properly. She recorded him every night for a week and although he dreamt vividly every night she didn’t see any abnormities in either his dreams or the frequency of them. They would review the films on a daily basis.
The second week of recordings Romulus had an interesting dream and she didn’t see anything unusual about it. He dies in this dream, but that’s a relatively common occurrence in dreams. She couldn’t understand why Dr Tite got excited about this particular dream. In his dream the image that showed on the monitor was a sailing ship and it was in what appeared to be very rough seas as waves were breaking over the decks and all the sails were torn. The ship was thrown about and all they could see was what Romulus was seeing. In his dream he was triangulating his location on a chart and where he marked the location was clearly visible to both doctors. He opened a cabinet to store the chart and on the door was the ship’s name HMS Sussex. He removed another chart that was a cargo manifesto and when he read through it he stopped and lingered over an item that said gold coins. As he was returning the chart to the cabinet seawater engulfed him and the last thing he saw was the ship splitting in two as he drowned. Romulus woke up gasping for breath as his dream image drowned.
Dr Tite waited until he was alone and searched for HMS Sussex on the Internet and was amazed at what he found. On board the ship were possibly 10 tons of gold coins. This could now be worth more than $500 million, including the bullion and antiquity values, making it one of the most valuable wrecks ever.If this was an actual event the information would be worth a substantial sum to the right people.
When Romulus arrived for his next appointment with Dr.Tite, he mentioned vaugley remembering in his dreams where orbs of light were communicating, and it seemed as if they were absorbing his dreams when he didn’t want them to. The doctor was only interested in talking about a dream where he supposedly was on a sinking ship. Romulus had no memories of this dream.
“How much longer do you want me sleeping at the clinc?”
“At least a few more weeks.”
Dr. Tite wanted to see if he ever dreamt of his childhood abuse. He thought it unusual that he hadn’t as yet. The fact that he functioned normally with such a horrendous background was most unusual. If he could find the way Romulus has blocked this from his memories, he’d be able to help many others who suffered from similar traumas.
He watched the dream films and when he came to the one with the orbs of light, he decided they could be called orbs of energy just as well. They moved in all directions, like a swarm of fireflies, not at all like light which usually travels in a linear direction. He watched closely and sure enough it seemed like they were absorbing something out of Romulus as he could see what looked like sparks or lights being drawn from Romulous’s head and these sparks were being absorbed by the orbs. He wondered if somehow the orbs were positive charges attracting negative ones from his memory or energy force?
The second week of filming his dreams showed the orbs of energy frequently visiting Romulus during his most traumatic dreams. They were most active during his nightmares. They weren’t many there during pleasant dreams, but when the nightmares began they would swarm to him like bees to honey. He needed to figure out how he was doing this. It was like he’s dumping hie traumatic dreams into these orbs, or they’re sucking them out like little magnets. The more violent his dreams became the more relaxed he seemed the next day. It’s obvious that Romulus somehow is transfering his emotions to these orbs and is trying to understand what’s going on.
He got out the reference manuals on dreams and what there was about past life regression. The dream manual repeated what he already knew, but the past life article he read was very interesting. Past Life Therapy (PLT) utilizing clinical hypnotherapy/ de-hypnosis claims to allow unconscious experiences from past life traumas or emotionally charged events to become fully conscious.
“You know this type of unconventional research is frowned upon by our peers, but I have seen the results of Romulus’s dream and believe there may be a basis to this past life therapy,” he told Dr. Mclain
“I have no objection if you want to have a parapsychologist assist in our research,” Dr Mclain said.
“What’s the difference between past life and reincarnation?” Asked Dr Tite.
“I think they’re the same with different beliefs attached to them.”
“From the reading I’ve done all the so called past lifes studied have shown the subjects used terminology that would have been impossible in the time they were supposed to be living in. Does that means they’re all hoaxes?” he asked.
“There’s always two sides to every story, how about the studies done on children who were to young to know the difference between dreams and reality? There’s many documented cases of young children telling of a previous life. When investigated many of the stories were accurate and the children had no imaginable way to get the information they gave to the researches.”
“With your innovations Dr. Mc Clain we’re going to prove what’s true and what isn’t about reincarnation.”
They agreed to hire Ruth Ginsberg, if she would accept their offer. She has vast experience using PLT, and s he has successively cured hundreds of patients using this therapy.
“I’m having a hard time believing in this PLT but I’m trying to keep an open mind.” He told Dr. Mclain. After all he knew where there was a World War Two numbered bank account because somehow Romulus had gotten information from somebody’s past.
Chapter 21
“Romulus this is Ruth Ginsberg, she is a clinical hypnotherapist specializing in Past Life/ Past Lives Therapy (PLT), also known as regression or resolution therapy. We’d like to hypnotize you to see if possibly your dreams are actually previous lives you have lived.”
“You’re kidding? Right Doc”
“Romulus, I believe we are already hypnotized, programmed, and conditioned from previous lifetimes, Ms, Ginsberg said, “and past Life Therapy will broaden your consciousness and overall awareness. My goal is to establish mental, physical, and spiritual alignment, which encourages a balanced, healthy state of being.”
“O.K. I guess you’re not kidding, but I think I’m already healthy and well balanced.”
“How far back in time does this PLT extend?” asked Romulus.
“We go as far back as possible, or as long as it takes to restore the patient to balance”
“If you want to keep on paying me to analyze my dreams I’m more than willing. By the way Doc., I expect an additional $200 every time I get hypnotized,” Romulus said, “but I think you’re wasting your money Doc.”
“Let me try to make this a little clearer to you Romulus, Time exists because we made up a way of calculating time and working within those calculations. Within time we can watch our past lives just like watching a star in the heavens above disintegrate in front of our eyes, yet the event took place thousands, sometimes millions of years ago. It is possible that we can view our current life from a future life, just like the exploding star which we see now but it actually occurred a long time ago, we’re on a different plane of existence, and can view our past lives to see where we went wrong and how not to repeat our past mistakes,” Ms Ginsberg said, “the next time we meet I’ll put you under hypnosis and start your regression.”
She discussed her procedure with Dr Tite and told him, “You can’t ask direct questions in PLT, I need to try and get the subject to the time and slowly lead him through his memories. I’m warning you that persons in a trance do not communicate in the same manner as those who are in the normally aware state. They are lethargic and sometimes require many repetitions of the same questions. Sometimes the dialogue flows. Other times it seems to take forever to get a question answered. Frequently a subject thinks a verbal response has been made when it has not. Many times, responses are not complete sentences.”
“In that case, let’s use Dr .Mclain’s equipment so we can record what he’s seeing while hypnotized. Then we don’t have to worry about his verbal responses.” He informed her of the technology they were using and she studied all the dreams so far recorded.
“This is amazing, a real breakthrough. We’ll be able to travel in time through his dreams by observing everything in the past lives,” she said.
Finally everything was ready for the first past life experiment and Romulus was hypnotized after having all the fMRI apparatus set up. Doctors Tite and Mclain were watching from the soundproof booth as Ms. Ginsberg worked on Romulus.
“You visualize a dark tunnel with a white light at the end, which connects you to a different reality,” she told him, while adjusting the electrodes attached to his chest. “Try to visualize where you were before this present life.”
“I’m hanging from a ceiling, I’m in pain, my hands are bleeding,” he said in a halting sometimes inaudible voice.
“Do you know where you are?” No answer for the longest time, the image on the monitors show a blurred picture.
“They’re coming for me,” Romulus shouted and his hea