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Mind over matter
A chapter in the book Spectre
Mr. D. Part 4
by Lea Tonin1
The author has placed a warning on this post for violence.
The author has placed a warning on this post for language.
Dread the night that comes to rape the sun dispersing rays that love the day.
The frown on the face of right prevalent having realized the loss of rule.
The unknown spectre king of miasma threatened those who wished to pass.
The darkest corners disguised in black cloak, the day gathers strength to do battle once more.
Continuing eons struggle for supremacy never knowing the fight is balanced.
The face of right sighs in repose.
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Sometimes I think about the things I see and things I know about anyone without ever having to say a word or offer someone some of the 'why' of things. Or perhaps
Some things that may be coming. You're coming. I can give you a partial, but that's in another chapter for now, suffice to say.
There's a chalkboard in my mind. That things are written on. I simply read it. That's all.
As I've mentioned, ability comes from two directions. A genetic one, generally through the females of the family and/or from years of systematic abuse.
Hyper vigilance developes a side effect, the ability to know how and why a person will react. Who they are. How do they feel upon the air? It's hard to express that. What is the vibe that you get?
It's not just genetics or a life of abuse that can create this extra sense. Things too contribute to this factor. It comes over a span of years in my case. I wanted to understand my family and in order to do that. I had to understand myself so, I became a student of human nature. (I'll get to that part of my story in a future chapter)
Learn how normal emotions work. That's how you can determine how abnormal emotions may work as well. Look at the different personality types. How do you feel inside? How are you outwardly? Relaxed or worried or smiling or what's going on. Pay attention to all the cues. Facial expression, tone of voice, eye contact emotional reactions, speech patterns.
Look at your inward cues, the voice inside you, your own physical cues in dealing with the person or persons.
That time with the D's family, It came in very handy.
So let's go there again. There's no time to waste!
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Frantically, I searched around the room for anything that could help me pop the lock or get the door handle out, perhaps jammed between the frame and the door anything to jar it open.
Mrs. D just sat rocking, holding her head and crying softly.
"Mrs. D, has he done this to anyone else? If so, has anyone escaped and how did they do it?"
"No, only me. Always locked in, not get out," she answered.
"You think he's here or gone?"
"Out. He took the children to temple." She said.
"How long will they be gone?" I asked.
"Hour...maybe two. He like to talk," she said while running her hands through her mahogany hair.
"Shit. Gotta get this door open. Not alot of time." What's there wasn't much, since my things were already in a bag.
So I inspected the trim of the door looking for places like that I could slip a finger or a fingernail under to try and pull up the trim and hopefully pop the lock.
I didn't have enough strength in a fingernail to pull up the trim. Unfortunately, there was nothing in the room with which to leverage. So I looked at the connection between the door handle hardware and the door. Anything loose at all that I could find I would try to monopolize but I could find none. There was only two ways out of here and that was by his key or us smashing our way out. I couldn't do it by myself though, it had to be us.
"Mrs. D, I need your help. We have to kick the door out."
Mrs. D began shaking her head looking frightened.
"You've got bigger legs than me. Maybe you're stronger. C'mon, we can do this together. You can blame it on me."
She reluctantly stood and straightened herself out looking at me.
"Okay, when I say go, we'll each kick the door as hard as we can. Ok?"
Mrs. D nodded.
"Ready! Go!"
Nothing. A bounce back to the floor was our reward.
Rising to our feet we tried again.
"Ready! Go!"
We both kicked again. This time a nice satisfying crack could be heard.
Panting heavily, we both look at the perpendicular six inch crack on the right side of the door. Then we heard the front door open followed by the heavy footsteps of Mr. D approaching the door.
"Are you going to let us out, or should we piss right here on the floor?"
Mr. D gave me a smoldering look then turned to speak to his wife. She nodded then walked around him and out the door. He followed and locked the door behind him.
I freaking lost it! I yelled obscenities and screamed, banged the door with my fists and kicked it with my feet. The door opened again just in time for my hand to connect with his nose! Just enough to make his eyes water so I could zip around him.
I grabbed the front door knob, turned it and flew through the door!
I ran by Mrs. D who was leaning her head in their car window talking to her children. I knew as I was running that I'd be back. No shoes, no jacket, no clothes, no Mrs. D, and no kids.
Oh yeah, I'll be back....
*****************************
Seemed I was always running in those days.
But young people did a lot of that anyhow or so I told myself. Running does not mean cowardice it means fighting another day.
But it's a fine line between cowardice and using brains. It's all interpretation. Perhaps there is no interpretation at all and it is simply dog eat dog.
Let's check and see how many dogs are left when we're done....
Dread the night that comes to rape the sun dispersing rays that love the day.
The frown on the face of right prevalent having realized the loss of rule.
The unknown spectre king of miasma threatened those who wished to pass.
The darkest corners disguised in black cloak, the day gathers strength to do battle once more.
Continuing eons struggle for supremacy never knowing the fight is balanced.
The face of right sighs in repose.
*****************************
Sometimes I think about the things I see and things I know about anyone without ever having to say a word or offer someone some of the 'why' of things. Or perhaps
Some things that may be coming. You're coming. I can give you a partial, but that's in another chapter for now, suffice to say.
There's a chalkboard in my mind. That things are written on. I simply read it. That's all.
As I've mentioned, ability comes from two directions. A genetic one, generally through the females of the family and/or from years of systematic abuse.
Hyper vigilance developes a side effect, the ability to know how and why a person will react. Who they are. How do they feel upon the air? It's hard to express that. What is the vibe that you get?
It's not just genetics or a life of abuse that can create this extra sense. Things too contribute to this factor. It comes over a span of years in my case. I wanted to understand my family and in order to do that. I had to understand myself so, I became a student of human nature. (I'll get to that part of my story in a future chapter)
Learn how normal emotions work. That's how you can determine how abnormal emotions may work as well. Look at the different personality types. How do you feel inside? How are you outwardly? Relaxed or worried or smiling or what's going on. Pay attention to all the cues. Facial expression, tone of voice, eye contact emotional reactions, speech patterns.
Look at your inward cues, the voice inside you, your own physical cues in dealing with the person or persons.
That time with the D's family, It came in very handy.
So let's go there again. There's no time to waste!
*****************************
Frantically, I searched around the room for anything that could help me pop the lock or get the door handle out, perhaps jammed between the frame and the door anything to jar it open.
Mrs. D just sat rocking, holding her head and crying softly.
"Mrs. D, has he done this to anyone else? If so, has anyone escaped and how did they do it?"
"No, only me. Always locked in, not get out," she answered.
"You think he's here or gone?"
"Out. He took the children to temple." She said.
"How long will they be gone?" I asked.
"Hour...maybe two. He like to talk," she said while running her hands through her mahogany hair.
"Shit. Gotta get this door open. Not alot of time." What's there wasn't much, since my things were already in a bag.
So I inspected the trim of the door looking for places like that I could slip a finger or a fingernail under to try and pull up the trim and hopefully pop the lock.
I didn't have enough strength in a fingernail to pull up the trim. Unfortunately, there was nothing in the room with which to leverage. So I looked at the connection between the door handle hardware and the door. Anything loose at all that I could find I would try to monopolize but I could find none. There was only two ways out of here and that was by his key or us smashing our way out. I couldn't do it by myself though, it had to be us.
"Mrs. D, I need your help. We have to kick the door out."
Mrs. D began shaking her head looking frightened.
"You've got bigger legs than me. Maybe you're stronger. C'mon, we can do this together. You can blame it on me."
She reluctantly stood and straightened herself out looking at me.
"Okay, when I say go, we'll each kick the door as hard as we can. Ok?"
Mrs. D nodded.
"Ready! Go!"
Nothing. A bounce back to the floor was our reward.
Rising to our feet we tried again.
"Ready! Go!"
We both kicked again. This time a nice satisfying crack could be heard.
Panting heavily, we both look at the perpendicular six inch crack on the right side of the door. Then we heard the front door open followed by the heavy footsteps of Mr. D approaching the door.
"Are you going to let us out, or should we piss right here on the floor?"
Mr. D gave me a smoldering look then turned to speak to his wife. She nodded then walked around him and out the door. He followed and locked the door behind him.
I freaking lost it! I yelled obscenities and screamed, banged the door with my fists and kicked it with my feet. The door opened again just in time for my hand to connect with his nose! Just enough to make his eyes water so I could zip around him.
I grabbed the front door knob, turned it and flew through the door!
I ran by Mrs. D who was leaning her head in their car window talking to her children. I knew as I was running that I'd be back. No shoes, no jacket, no clothes, no Mrs. D, and no kids.
Oh yeah, I'll be back....
*****************************
Seemed I was always running in those days.
But young people did a lot of that anyhow or so I told myself. Running does not mean cowardice it means fighting another day.
But it's a fine line between cowardice and using brains. It's all interpretation. Perhaps there is no interpretation at all and it is simply dog eat dog.
Let's check and see how many dogs are left when we're done....
Part of an auto bio called Spectre It is book two of the series. Book one is called ghost. Both may be found in my portfolio. Should you wish to read. Please note,. some chapters are hard to digest reader discretion is advised.
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