The Intelligence E-Book

Baumann Powers

• Herausgeber: BookRix
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2018

Beschreibung

An ailing mind can cause more pain than an injured body, compelling the afflicted to recklessly find ways to ease the pain.  Many times through self-perpetuating methods.  Many attribute this affliction to common causes, but in most cases, it's the Intelligence at the root of most emotional, mental and physical illness.

Leseprobe

Baumann Powers

The Intelligence

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Introduction

An ailing mind can cause more pain than an injured body,  compelling the afflicted to recklessly find ways to ease the pain.  Many times through self-perpetuating methods.  Many attribute this affliction to common causes, but in most cases, it's the Intelligence at the root of most emotional, mental and physical illness.

The intelligence is a dark element who's objective is to actualize its purpose through another human's life force. He's dead and wants to feel alive.   He needs the body of a host to do that.  He feeds on dark emotions such as fear, anger, worry and lust.  He is a master at engendering these emotions within the one he takes residence in.  He's invisible to the actors or those acted upon, but he cannot contend with love and truth.  He is the antithesis of it.  Love and truth bring him out of the shadows and into the light where he cannot survive.

This is one man's story of liberating himself from the Intelligence.

The Visit

 It had been a long time since I had seen him.   I began to remember where he lived as I appreciated the litter-free sidewalks and manicured lawns of his neighborhood.  It was a departure from where he had grown up where the sound of birds and crickets were drowned out by wailing police sirens and bar brawls spilling out into the streets. As kids, we knew each other by our nicknames.  Monikers we applied to each other because of some outstanding attribute.   I continued driving until I recognized his home. No one seemed to be there which was unusual for him. I was familiar with his routine and was certain it had not changed. He went to bed after taking his medication. Like many people who suffer from insomnia, it was a restless mind, but he also had his body to contend with. The sudden spasms and cramps would straighten it rigidly making sleep difficult.

I rang the doorbell hoping I would hear or see some activity, but there was none. I walked towards my car and got in ready to drive away.  Then I thought about leaving a note in his mailbox. On a piece of paper, I scribbled my number and how long I would be in town. As I looked up I noticed a silhouette in the garage window. The dim light constrained us to stare at each other from a distance. I knew who he was, it appeared he was trying to figure me out. I walked toward the garage as he came out and approached me. The motion sensors failed to respond to our movements. The only light available was the full moon. His chair was motorized now and he was no longer pushing it as he did many years ago. His right arm was swollen making it difficult for him to propel himself. This swelling had been a problem ever since he was a child. All lymph nodes had been removed from his left arm leaving it defenseless against edema. Once he lost his ability to walk, his arm became more of a challenge.

It was wisdom and the vigor of his youth that enabled him to adapt to his disability.  It was a hard road, one most likely traversed by himself.  There was a callousness during those days of his convalescence after his accident that were emblematic of an everyman for himself type of existence. The hindrances to a progressive life were superabundant.

His resilience unraveled the many reasons for the admiration I have for him.   He had a natural mechanical ability. Long before the IPod nano and Walkman, there was the boom box. He built his own from scratch.  He gathered speakers and a car radio cassette player from the garbage.  He found antennas used on police walkie-talkies and with plywood built his own. While he lived in Brooklyn I witnessed many of his artistic carpentry projects.  He also had a knack for restoring "muscle cars".   He restored everything but the engine.  Had it not been for his disability he would have restored that as well.  He had no formal training and wasn't a reader.  All of this from a high school drop-out.  Were he afforded the vision and opportunity he could have been a promising engineer.

He also demonstrated a talent for successfully investing in the stock market.  The money he received from his insurance claim was invested and with the gains from this money he successfully invested further.  I also witnessed his generosity and an inner strength uncommon in most men.

His reaction to my visit was muted.  He was not glad to see me.  It was hard to tell if this was drug induced or a cold indifference characteristic of his ability to write people off.   He grudgingly invited me in.

There is a great loss here on many levels I will endeavor to describe.  If I had to sum it up in one word, anger would begin to define it.  It's interesting the different dimensions, shades, and degrees this emotion can manifest itself in. It can be directed at oneself, others, things or circumstances.  It is a living thing with the ability to thrive, grow and even fight for its survival. It's a split-second life changer.

He had a major life and death confrontation with this dark emotion.   He wanted to kill someone. In his mind, this person had injured him to the extent he had no other option. This emotion played itself out like a movie in his head. He saw himself committing the act, there was no cognition, he had no control.  He could not edit or stop the playback. Even though he was stationary, his body was engaged. He was moving despite the fact he was still. It was a trance-like state appearing to have a power of its own.   It dragged him into the absence of everything else.   It kept playing itself out in his imagination until he made the decision that's not who he was.  He had to continue making this decision until this belief overpowered the movie.   His decision to not give in gradually changed his outlook and trajectory in life.

This conflict continued over a number of years, perhaps even a lifetime.  I can't say for sure.  It began his discovery he didn't have to live angry anymore. When I say it was the beginning, I mean he slowly became aware of his skewed way of processing life.  He was hindered by a distortion he was unaware of. There were many things he wanted to do throughout his life and felt entirely capable of doing, but could not.    Once aware of this distortion he began the painful process of understanding its origin.