Mind Games: Week 1 Influencing the Reptile Mind - Day 4 The Immortals

Task: Write (or at least start) a book.

... there exists already... a very simple way to preserve at least the most important thoughts in someone's head. And that immortality machine is called a book.

The main drawback with it is - even once it is published - the book still needs to be read.

And who can we rely on to do that after we are gone?

Jean Dutourd was one of 40 'intellectuals' of l'Academie Francaise whose members liked to call themselves 'The Immortals' ... those whose thoughts live on forever in books, achieving a kind of immortality.

... when unsure how to finish a book, Dutourd asked God to complete it for him, which He promptly did.

Robert Louis Stevenson once explained how his classic The Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde came to be written. He obtained his ideas via dictation by "some mysterious other" while asleep and would then edit it into book form. 

Cohen reports that this phenomenon is quite common and wonders "Hidden depths? Ghost writers? Or two different minds within one body?"

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Ha! Start a book? This is where I've preempted Cohen. By at least a decade.

Here's the most recent of my many stories that were dictated by a discarnate source. Strangely enough the series seemed to start shortly after meeting See Foon's Lama when he visited her late 90s.

This one was prompted by an equally strange encounter in the Catholic church in Ipoh Garden when in 2003 I took a seat way back from a Divine Mercy service on a Friday afternoon.

A woman parishioner vanished and reappeared a few seconds later and I could see the front book holder and kneeler she had sat behind. I was not feverish, intoxicated, nor taking any medication at the time.

My Aunt's Bald Cat

When BC vanished from sight and reappeared a few seconds later, she nearly freaked out.

"Don't do that again, you twit, it was bad enough when you levitated last night!"

<What are you talking about?> he languidly thought-sent.

"You know very well what I'm talking about!" she almost screamed.

<I was only meditating...>

"Yeah, OK. But next time please do it somewhere else?"

<Your apartment's fine. I like dining here and I've grown quite fond of you too, especially since you started massaging me.>

At that, My Aunt purred, melted and awoke, only to see him vanish...

My Aunt's Bald Cat

© Copyright 2011 by Shaoming Wang

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Jean Dutourd (1920-2011) photographed in his "immortel" uniform in 2003 © AFP

Jean Dutourd defined himself as a “good for nothing”, and yet he was a member of the Académie française...  

Until the 2000s, he answered Philippe Bouvard’s questions by telephone, saying, “There is no age limit for pranks.” ... 

President Nicolas Sarkozy saluted him as an “iconoclast of French literature”.