Tales of the Immortals, Chapter 1

The intention of this novel is to explain the nature and techniques of advanced telepathy.

To understand Jewish Life in the Spirit
It is easier to think of a Jew as having a past life.

From the Natural Telepaths own version of the Gospels, attributed to the Holy Spirit.

"I am tired of this. Let's have some fun...pretty please?", Helen was rapidly blinking her lovely eyes as she leant toward Darth sitting at his desk, as she sat at hers. For over seven hours those men and women who had attained the status of "Noble" in their telepathic lifestyle, had gathered together to discuss where they were at in their bold plan. A plan to define and design a completely new telepathic plane and a completely different Life in the Spirit. The setting in the mind like a classroom. A blackboard at the front. Most couples were "married" but there were enough "singles" among them, both men and women, to continually interrupt the lecture and flow thoughts to one another.

"And I am tired of you being Lana and Lisa-1", Darth touched her face, "I can not tell any more. And you are so good, the style, the flow - the Muslims can't tell you are not Lana when you are using her image and flow and style, and the Catholics can not tell you are not Lisa-1 when you are using her image and flows and style."

"No, you are not tired of my charade, I love exploring a path of love in that way, and you like me in those....modes", Helen flowed softly.

"But I am getting so confused", Darth lamented, "especially when we make love...it seems to me Lana is a different person to you, and so is Lisa-1."

"They are...but not when", Helen shook her head, "we have sex, then I alone blend my will with either or both women to make that possible. So Lana can be aware if she chooses, so can Lisa-1, I do not mind that, but it is just sweet little old me."

"All our telepathic children are sufficiently confused, I am sure", Darth said.

"Ah, small complication, they will get over it", Helen shrugged.

When telepathic thoughts turn toward someone, chances are that person may begin to entwine into the current telepathy interaction. Harla, the ten year old, in a white shirt and knee long black pleated skirt, imagined being in the setting. She quickly worked out why, turned, saw her telepathic mother and came to her and gave her a kick on the shin. "Are you really Lana too?"

"Oh, that hurt", Helen massaged her ankle, fixing her eyes on Harla. Telepathy was not just the imagination - to be able to form a soft kick in the imagery, a certain flow had to be sent to the other person, a flow that "hurt" in some way. "Come here", she put her arm around Harla's waist and brought her closer, "yes, dear, often I am Lana, when Lana in ordinary life is busy. I have learnt to use her Islamic flow so well no one can tell anymore. I am also always myself when I and your father are in the bedroom...never mind that part." Helen gave Harla a hug and Harla leant, half sat, on her mother's lap.

"Can we have a break please?", Helen flowed loudly as she bounced Harla on her legs, which amused Harla who gave her a hug, "but mum...I said before I like Lana better than you...but you are Lana so often...I can not tell...you are confusing me."

"Never mind, not such a complication", Helen pressed the child closer, "forgive me?"

"I suppose...no...I might", Harla was not sure how to make sense of this.

"I know", an older looking gent at the front of the class stood up, "I have been putting together in my imagination this tale, a Tale of the Immortals. Maybe this group can help me work on the tale? Can we use cartoon imagery for this?"

"Sounds lovely!", Helen flowed loudly and turned to Darth, "dear...I know your interest and passion...but who is interested in knowing so much about God and Life in the Spirit? Few. Who can understand such depths of the mystery? Few. Come on, let's have a break from that style of telepathy, let us explore a lovely new technique of people...getting together...in their imagination."

"I don't know", Darth tensed his brow.

Helen covered Harla's ears so she would not hear her next flow, and leant against her husband, "do or I will make you submit in the bedroom...you can't resist me...and I can't resist you but I do have the advantage in the bedroom, and you know it. Come on, I insist, we need a break, mental relaxation time, let the man...an old Rabbi that one...bring us into his imagination and his Tale of the Immortals."

It took an hour to persuade Darth. Then the tale began to unfold. As the storyteller flowed the thoughts, in the imagination of all the imagery became clear and strong.

"For generations the Nobles of Andromeda, so shall we name this wonderful realm of the mind, lived a quiet and peaceful existence. The outside world did not know anything about them and they liked it that way. All that changed one day when a stranger, a "bandito" they named him at first, rode his horse into the old village. Seven women by the well were the first to greet him."

A "group effect" was taking place, everyone contributed to the flows and ideas, but in the imagery it came across as one person spoke or made actions. As the imagery opened Darth as a man is riding into an old village. He sees the women, in old fashioned clothes, working hard - washing, one feeding a baby, two drawing water from a well. He rides his horse to them, stops, "may I ask for some water for myself and my horse?"

Two women pulling a bucket out of the well paused, glanced at he stranger. In a heavy "old English" accent one woman flowed, "we don't see many strangers...rest, let your horse graze, I will pour you and you horse some water."

Darth led his horse to the well and sat down. A woman came, with a cup, another with a dish of water for the horse. She gave him a cup and sat by him on the stone step, wiped her hands on her white apron. "And what might you be looking for? A wife perchance?"

"A wife?", Darth replied, "I don't think so...but a companion, a friend, the journey would be less lonely, a friend that is a woman might be a blessing. But a wife? Nah. A wife tends to be bossy, wants things her own way, insists on the house being so clean and tidy, the bed made, the lawns mowed...nah....I do not need a wife."

"Indeed!", the woman chuckled as did all the others. "A blessing? Hmm. Whom shall we recommend?" She glanced at the other women.

"What about Helen?", one said. This brought a suppressed laughter form the other women.

"Why the bemusement?", Darth asked as he drank his water.

"She is a touch too holy, sir", a younger maiden with a basket walked to stand by him, swaying as she stood on the spot.

"Holy?", Darth was curious.

"She spends her days with orphans", the woman flowed, "children who have no parents...she tends to them...feeds them...teaches them how to survive."

"Dad, I thought I lost you!", a voice came from the forest. The women turned to see a young girl on a horse laboring through the difficult path. She jumped off the horse as she came closer, and sat herself down next to her father. A woman came and handed her a glass of water. "Where is your mother?"

"I don't have one", the child replied, "dad looks after me." She leant against Darth in a loving way.

"A man can not look after a female child", another woman with a basket came to stand by them, "not in the world of mental telepathy. A female uses will, a man does not know how to do that, not without a woman being his will for him."

"A will?", the ten year old Harla, imagining herself as a stranger, asked.

"Only a woman can teach you, dear, such are facts of life", the woman sitting on the stone step with the two explained. "Why don't you have a mother? Where is the woman who gave you birth?"

"With God", the child replied sadly.

"Oh", the woman sensed a tragedy, "hmm...well...we don't see many strangers in these parts but we welcome them. Tell you what", she said to Darth, "you are a fine looking young man...many singles come to the market place, tomorrow, be there...you never know your luck."

"Is there a place I and my daughter and my horse can spend the night?", Darth asked as he looked up at the dark looking sunset, and the menacing dark clouds gathering quickly.

"An Inn, up the road, say Gloria sent you", the woman tending to a baby yelled.

They moved on. They rode the path and came across the Inn. Darth got of his horse, then helped the ten year old Harla off. They walked into the Inn. "I am told I could find a room for the night? And I was told to say that Gloria sent me."

"Let me check the register", the man at the desk turned a book toward him, "one room left...for you and the young lady? Daughter? Sign here please." He turned the book toward Darth.

Harla was looking with interest as Darth was signing his name. They imagined a suitcase and walked upstairs, following the Inn keepers directions. They found room number 4 and opened the door. Harla rushed to the bed and lapsed onto it. "I am so tired dad."

"Only one bed", Darth sat on the edge, "where are you sleeping?"

Harla sat up and put her arms around him, she behind him, "with you of course."

"You have restless legs and keep kicking me in...all sorts of places", Darth began taking his riding boots off.

"Sorry", the child leant forward and gave him a kiss on the cheek. She looked about, saw a wash basin. "Father...I want you to go outside while I wash and put my pajamas on."

Darth stood up and walked outside the room.

He waited until he heard Harla yell, "father, come in now". She was already in bed in rather cute pajamas and was reading a book by a candlelight. "What about me?", Darth considered the situation, "I need to wash too."

"I won't look", Harla closed her book and turned sideways, closing her eyes.

When morning came the Inn keeper had brought breakfast. The doors had no locks and the Inn keeper walked in while both were still sleeping. Harla was laying half across her telepathic father's chest, her long black hair across his face, and it was so thick the Inn keeper wondered if the man would not suffocate. He rested the plate on a table and walked out. Harla heard the noise, sat up, brushed back her hair, then seeing the breakfast and it smelt good she rushed out of bed and sat herself down.

Darth awoke soon after and sat up. It took him a moment to appreciate where he was. "What happened to your pajama pence?" Darth noticed Harla was sitting at the table with her top and most of her legs exposed.

"I was hot, I took them off", the child replied as she bit into a sandwich she had made.

Darth joined her at the table, buttering a toast and some jam on top. "I was invited to a market...we should go."

"Dad, are you looking for a mother for me?", Harla asked in a cute way.

"That's not that easy", Darth mused, "a mother might also want to be a wife....yes, I would love to find a mother for you...and avoid entanglements such as a marriage."

"I don't mind not having a mother", Harla shook her head, "we do all right, father, just me and you."

They dressed, Harla again making Darth walk outside while she washed. When he came back inside the room she wore a long, white but a shade dark, old-fashioned dress. "Wow...you look a princess", he smiled. Harla lowered her head in delight then walked outside to wait until Darth got ready.

Downstairs they asked for instructions to the market. Told it was a short walk, they decided to walk. Darth in old-fashioned clothes walking with Harla holding his hand and busy chatting away about how beautiful the morning was. They soon saw the market amid a forest clearing, and it was busy. As they came closer a man standing against a tree attached himself to Darth. With a heavy "old English" accent he flowed. "Hello stranger...I heard a "bandito" was in town."

"I am not a bandit", Darth replied while Harla gave the man a "horrid" look.

"Perhaps you are sir", the man walked along with them, bending toward Darth, "there are bandits and then there are bandits. I hear you are looking for a wife...our women are our treasure...every single woman, they know it not perhaps, is seriously spoken for."

"All singles are spoken for? But they do not know it? Sounds peculiar", Darth replied.

"One or two is not...Helen for example...a lovely beauty, what young man would not desire her...but she is different. I can not see any man attracting her interest." The man flowed.

"What is wrong with the woman?", Harla asked.

"Wrong?", the man scratched his short beard, "she believes in God. Few of our kind do. Since she was a teenager she got messed up with two other women who looked after orphans. She took to this, and now has many children she looks after".

"I believe in God", Harla nodded as she looked firmly at the man.

"You are young and sweet", the man replied, "you have a right to believe. Do you still believe in Santa Claus?"

Harla giggled, then covered her mouth, looked at Darth then flowed softly to the man, "sure...that way I get presents."

As they walked, and looks did they attract for a stranger was easily spotted in this quaint village, a woman, a most striking looking woman with fine blond natural hair, a most perfect figure and the length of the lower portion of that old-fashioned dress suggested she had long sensual legs to match that figure, was holding a basket and looking at a stall. With her, or near her, two young boys about Harla's age. Both looked rather "poor" in their garments.

Noticing Harla, the two young boys ran to her. "Hello", said one, "what is your name?"

"Harla...and I am ten years old", Harla replied.

"Look at your fancy dress", the other boy walked around Harla and Darth, inspecting her from all angles. "Are you an angel?"

Harla giggled, then for the fun of it she nodded.

"You talk funny", one boy said.

"Maybe cause I am a Muslim and my flow us unique to Muslims", Harla replied.

"A Muslim? Your father too?", the boy pointed to Darth.

"No", Harla shook his head, "dad is a Catholic."

"We don't see many of your kind among our kind", the older boy said.

Darth noticed the blond woman casting an eye in their direction. Soon she came over.

"Hello...my name is Helen...are my two charges pestering you?", she glanced firmly at the two young boys.

"This bandito is looking for a wife", the man glanced at Darth then flowed to Helen, "and someone mentioned you."

"Me?", she looked firmly at Darth, then smiled, "a lovely thought...but I am not...not so...popular", she glanced at a group of young men entertaining young women in one area of the market. "And may I ask where is your mother?", she turned to Harla.

Harla shrugged and pointed at Darth. "I only know a dad...I can not recall how I was born...dad can not recall either...suddenly the two of us were together in our imagination."

"Oh", Helen stood up, "I know the feeling of not having a mother...can I show you both around our humble market?"

Darth nodded. Helen walked ahead and paid a woman at a stall she had left hurriedly. Harla made Darth bend a touch and whispered into his ear, "she likes you."

Helen returned, her basket full so Darth offered to carry it. She handed it to him, brushed her hair back with her hand as she studied him. "I have never heard of a man successfully looking after a female child. Have you any...issues?"

"Sure", Darth mused, "when we sleep together on our journey, this one has restless legs and keeps kicking me in all sorts of ways."

Harla covered her mouth to stop herself laughing.

"Is that true?", Helen smiled at Harla.

Harla shrugged and stretched her other hand out, "I don't know...I guess it might be...I am not aware of it...and we don't sleep together only when there is no choice."

"You are too young, and too much of a lady I sense, to worry about that at your age", Helen smiled at Harla.

They came to a stall that sold toys and gadgets for children. Harla rushed ahead and started looking at the variety of toys. "Dad, can I have a toy please?", she returned to Darth.

"Sure", Darth took out coins from his pocket and gave them to Harla. She held her hand out, collecting the coins, counted them, then rushed back and purchased a colorful paper fan that was swirling with the slight breeze.

"Where are you staying?", Helen asked.

"At the Inn...at least one more night", Darth replied

"And where are you heading?", she asked.

"To the realm of the Immortals", Darth replied using a poetic flow, "I have this angel", he pointed with his head to Harla, "who has to be safely delivered to their door."

"The realm of the Immortals?", Helen was amused, "there is not such world...you are making this up."

Harla had some coins left over and had purchased herself an ice-cream on a stick and was now standing next to Darth and carefully unwrapping it. "There is too...my father says so", she said defiantly.

Helen took Darth aside. They stood together and she said quietly, "your daughter needs to learn some...skills...using her will...the first lesson for a female is not an easy lesson...but it is time she learnt...I can teach her...but she will not like me for a short time...and I would need to spend a week with you and your daughter."

"Why is it a hard lesson?", Darth asked.

"I can't explain to a man", Helen became shy, "the best I can explain is...its like when a girl first menstruates...it is a shock...something the body naturally does but the young girl is confused...same with learning to control will."

"Why would you go to this trouble?", Darth glanced at Harla standing quietly and much focused on removing the cover of her ice-cream.

"Because a girl needs to learn, and it is time", Helen replied as she studied Harla. "I do this for orphans...and in a way, at this point of time, your child is an orphan...a man can not teach a female psychic some techniques."

"How would we do this?", Darth asked.

"Oh, I can be your companion on your travels for a week", Helen replied, "my orphans have two other carers, they will not mind me missing. Wait here...I will take the boys back, and pack a suitcase, and shall meet you back here."

"I don't have any money to pay for this...depends...I suppose I do have some", Darth said.

"No need, a service for free", she smiled and called her two boys and the three left together.

Harla had managed to remove the wrapper and was with Darth again. "Where did she go? She was nice."

"To get a suitcase", Darth replied, "she wants to travel with us for a week...I said you would not mind."

"I don't mind", Harla shrugged and looked about at the many stalls. They walked around the market, looking with much curiosity at some many odd or unusual items on offer.

"Are these people all Jews?", Harla asked.

"Well", Darth glanced about, "yes and no. Yes, in ordinary life most are, but no, few are in the spiritual sense...the telepathy they are using is outside the scope of what spiritual telepathy is about. They belong to..the land of the Immortals...but they don't know it...simple death is not that easy for a Jew party to Life in the Spirit...a sad fact of life...they have to stick together and maintain unity."

They met Helen at the place agreed upon. She had a small suitcase that Darth asked to carry for her. They headed for the Inn. Harla taking a deep interest in Helen. When they reached the Inn they found there was no other room available for the night.

"That's okay, Helen", Harla said matter of fact, "the big bed is big enough for three."

"Is it?", Helen crouched down, touching Harla on the chin, "but I am an adult woman...an adult woman just does not go about sleeping with strangers."

"I can put a spare bed in the room", the Inn keeper sensed the complication, "not particularly comfortable but its a bed."

"All right", Helen nodded and took Harla's hand, "and you and I will sleep in the same bed. All right?"

"I suppose", Harla looked puzzled at Darth.

That was agreed upon. They set about finding a place to eat a meal. Not far from the Inn a Hotel that sold alcoholic drinks and counter meals. They settled down at a table at the back of the Hotel and Darth insisted the least he could do for the favor Helen was offering, was to pay for all their meals.

"Can you afford it?", Helen asked as she studied the menu.

"I suppose...depends how much the little one wants to eat", Darth mused and that made Harla laugh and she shook her head, "not much...just the usual...and I am not that little."

They spend a few hours sitting and talking. Harla was taking a strong like to Helen. So much so when later they went for a walk to a beach, Harla was holding Helen's hand.

"You make friends easily", Darth smiled.

"With children, yes", she replied with a smile.

They returned to the Inn and Helen asked that a meal be brought to their room. The foldable bed was already in the room - and it looked mighty uncomfortable. Harla stretched it out, then laid on it. "Not so bad, dad, comfortable."

"For someone your weight it might be", Darth lamented as he sat on the edge of the large bed, "it looks to me like it could break every bone in my body."

When the Inn keeper brought the food Harla sat herself down. Helen called her back and made her sit on the large bed opposite her. She started to clap hands with Harla in an alternating way. "Love...I am setting your will...you will learn what a will is...a child of ours has a right to, sometimes, control her telepathic parents. That means you can block me, or your father, from seeing images of you or imagining you in a certain way."

"I understand", Harla was taking to clapping hands with Helen, "but I am a Muslim child...you are a Jew...is that an issue?"

"Not for me...I look after any child in the same way...is it a complication for you?", Helen used a loving flow.

"No", Harla hesitated then leapt forward and gave Helen a big hug.

They ate their dinner. Darth and Harla almost together reached for the breadbasket. Helen stopped both their hands, "wait...some manners...can we say grace first."

"Grace?", Harla asked as she took her hand back.

"Some Catholic families say a prayer before they eat", Helen explained, "a prayer which thanks God for taking care of them by providing food."

"I am not a Catholic...but dad is", Harla pointed to Darth, "you say a prayer then."

"I will", Helen said - but then forced Harla's "will" in such a way that feelings were flowing from her, feeling that her will could not block, "...no....I don't want you too...you are not a Catholic...and why do you act like my mother already?..."

And so on, until all the feelings that Harla had never released, never spoken, flowed from her ever so easily and with so much sincerity. Harla was deeply moved by this, and when Helen finally let go of her "will" and Harla could respond, she came to Helen and gave her a sincere hug, a tear in her eye as she said, "I hated that...I wanted to kill you...I am a proper psychic you know the Muslim part of me is not important...I can fire psychic bullets already...I could have literally killed you...but now I feel so much better...thank you."

"I am a psychic too", Helen touched her face gently, "I know how to negate a psychic bullet...you would not have harmed me."

They ate their meal. Then it was time for bed. Harla allowed Helen to put her pyjamas on, while Darth turned not to look. "Mum", Harla said, "do we have to stick to this tale? You and dad are married, you two can sleep in the large bed and I will be content on the small bed."

"No, let's tick to our tale, our wizard has lost the plot I think...but he will reconver", Helen mused.

"Bah", Harla said and made Darth get into bed and she got in with him, leant against him, "dad, you tell me the tale of the Immortals....you are a brilliant storyteller."

Helen also sat herself on the bed as Darth allowed his imagination to spin a yarn. "Once upon a time...in a land far away...the Land of the Immortals it was called...and much feared it was for travelers spoke of the dread and horror that comes upon a ship that tries to land ashore in that land...a wonderful young girl who was travelling with her family to a new land...but a storm came and the ship was destroyed and she alone survived by hanging onto a piece of the wreck and the sea brought her to shore....guess where?...in the Land of the Immortals. She was hungry, wet, so sad because she was young but she knew she had lost her parents and brother in a most terrible accident..."

Helen put a finger on Darth's lips. Harla was crying softly, with both hands covered. After a while she said, "but its all right now...I live with my auntie and uncle and they are good. Go on, dad, continue the tale."

Darth continued. "When the young lovely girl first saw the beach, it was dark, but she managed to walk through the water to the short and far away from the odge of the water and she rested. She slept until morning, awakening cold and ever so hungry. She sat, shivering. From the corner of her eye she small a small person, all black, and even smaller than she was, coming close. In his right hand he held a sharp stick and his right hand was raised. The girl, sensing he might be afraid of her, tried to reassure him. The small person came to her, sat down, looking at her and then asked in her own languague where did she come from. The girl explained. The small person was sad and asked the girl to follow him high into the moutains. They walked most of the day and during this time she felt so hungry she even plucked some seeds from plants to chew on. The small person was telling her that this island was called the Land of the Immortals because a legend said that all who live on this island can never die. The girl was listening but not taking much of this in. By late afternoon, after climbing all day long, they reached a village where she was fed and given some warm clothes and she sat by the fire, content, wondering whatever happened to all those people aboard the ship. A younh girl, ever so small but not that young, all black, came to her, sat with her, asked about her thoughts. Then the young girl said, "it is sad but...you are alive...you have to look after yourself now...of all your people you alone have made it to the Land of the Immortals...what greater prize can there be?"

Harla reached and put a finger on Darth's lips, then leant and gave him a kiss, "no, father, I do not want to hear anymore. I am understanding the message. Only psychics will perceive the Holy Spirit? Only they have the sense that will make them know for certain? Is that true?"

"Yes, love", Helen smiled, "human beings do not have the intellectual capacity to comprehend the nature of the divine. Life in the Spirit groups are many, but such are simple, superficial notions of God is all that is taught. To the psychics, a revelation in full has been revealed. The psychics in the know have been given a simple choice by God or Alien life-form...get rid of nonsense of this planet, you have the mind weapons you need, you have the mind to encompass all problems and know the cause...or we will do this for you and you we will charged by inter-galactic laws with crimes against life. The psychics no longer have much of a choice, dear, they heel to a revelation and turn angels of God...else they know the consequences...God or Alien does not take kindly to those who can, who have been shown why, and who refuse to cooperate. Both Alien and God came to the same conclusion - our humble planet Earth is too primitive for laws and police and armies. These are an excuse to suppress and enslave the masses. Instead of building systems that reconcile social problems so there is never a need for prisons and the like, the shit of the world is too busy preoccupied with its own self and how much can they personally gain out of life. So, get rid of them all, kill each indvividual party to the legal-police-military systems, if need be, that is the true message. But we don't act individually, that is something our community discusses and forms a plan of attack. As an individual, you have no right to harm anyone."

"I understand", Harla nodded.

Helen embraced Harla, flowing soft soothing thoughts, "our kind of psychics have no concept of death...the body dies, sure, but the life within is in transition...the community would face alien prison farms for thousands of years if it did not listen carefully and begin preparations to alter the civilization on our planet forever. If need be, the psychic mind technology can kill every banker, police, military, politician, judge, anyone who by the use of force shows to oppose the complete unification of the planet. Just as the Lord God created an image of himself among the Jewish Holy Ways long ago, now Alien will create an image of a civilised government among the Natural Telepaths. Alien has satisfied the psychics and God, that Alien is most capable in this, even managing to rule over an issue God intentionally put together to test Alien. Alien passed with flying colors...Alien is a fair minded civilization, allowing freedom of expression in almost every way imaginable."