Real Super Powers

I REALLY want psychic powers to be real.
I've been into comics and science fiction and paranormal since literally before I could read.
(Yes they had books back then, it wasn't stone tablets)
Do you have any idea how bad I wanted people like David Copperfield, David Blain, Uri Geller, Chris Angel etc to be real?
This is why I followed Andy Pero and "The Being" that posted here with such interest.

I love the idea that Grant Morrison has stated, that in the near future, super beings will appear.
People with pyrokinesis, telekinesis, super strength...yes actual "Heroes".
And that may have already started happening.....

Liam Hoekstra was hanging upside down by his feet when he performed an inverted sit-up, his shirt falling away to expose rippled abdominal muscles.
It was a display of raw power one might expect to see from an Olympic gymnast.
Liam is 19 months old.
But this precocious, 22-pound boy with coffee-colored skin, curly hair and washboard abs is far from a typical toddler.
http://www.ctv.ca/servlet/ArticleNews/story/CTVNews/20070530/strong_toddler_070530/20070530

Somewhere in Germany is a baby Superman, born in Berlin with bulging arm and leg muscles. Not yet 5, he can hold seven-pound weights with arms extended, something many adults cannot do. He has muscles twice the size of other kids his age and half their body fat.
DNA testing showed why: The boy has a genetic mutation that boosts muscle growth.
http://www.usatoday.com/news/health/2004-06-23-baby-muscles_x.htm

So if a genetic mutation can boost muscle growth, who's to say one won't show up that boosts mental abilities?
Or both?
What if the X-Men isn't that far off?
Or already here?

I've started reading The Power of Your Subconscious Mind by Joseph Murphy.
In it, he says that psychic powers are governed by the subconscious mind.
That would account for why some people can demonstrate them and some can't.
Or why they don't always work.
The Conscious mind interferes, tells you it's impossible.
So what if you can train the conscious mind to think everything is okay and the psychic powers you have are normal?

Of course the Government will jump all over that.
If they already haven't.

What if the Government is already working on using hypnosis and mind altering substances?
Can a real life "Captain America" be that far off?
Or even a whole platoon of them?

Check out "The Men Who Stare at Goats" by Jon Ronson and look up The First Earth Battalion and maybe you wont think such things are so far from the truth.



Real Super Powers, posted to http://conspiracycom.blogspot.com/ on 5-27-2009

"The Being", Part 21

Well, in another time in middle school it was in the playground during class or recess break.
But we were all playing dodgeball, while there were some side audience members watching, as some of us actually played in this kids game, I was one of them.
Now for those who do not know this kids game: Dodgeball is a game where there is a sizeable rectangle where participants gather inside of, and at both ends of this rectangle are two ball throwers, which happens to be a very BIG rubber ball. With this very huge rubber ball, these two throw it at participants within the rectangle, and whosoever is tagged by this huge rubber ball, is considered out of the game.
Anyway, I was at first too shy, and admittedly scared to play, it looked forebodingly painful, and I was not any physical dynamo...in fact, my female cousin could persistently beat me in arm wrestling. So for some time, I stood at the sidelines just watching, when I was talked into entering the game...finally!
So there I am, in this rectangle playing dodgeball, where due to my timidness, both shy and fearfulness of that great big ball, slamming into me, I am purposefully dodging the ball by shielding myself behind people, thus getting them tagged out instead of me!
Well at first, the game went rather soft, thus wiping out my reservations of playing...but...they went and amped it up, and noticing that I was hiding to escape being tagged, the participants would purposefully make way for the ball when it came thrown down the rectangle! Well, I saw this, and at first...I think possibly I did get tagged out, possibly more than once even...but as I played on more, I did get to a point where I did amp myself up as well! Needless to say, it came to a point where I was impossibly dodging every attack set forth upon me, without the ball ever even coming close to me, though at times I would allow it to come close then jeeust dodge it with my impossible agility! It came to a point where the sideline crowd watching, grew in number, and now there was a massive crowd of kids watching the game, both cheering and insulting me along.
After awhile, I was doing so incredibly well, the two dodgeball throwers were complaining of their arms tuckering out, that they could not throw the huge rubber ball anymore, so someone volunteered to take over throwing the ball, but then they got tired, with painful arms!
So I bolstered them and said: Awww, come on, a big guy like you, tired, stop pretending! That is when they got a second wind to last even further, and so with newly bolstered strength, the game played on, now even more intensely! Yet still, I could not be downed, my agility was impossibly too quick, and again, if I would not dodge the ball by a mile, I would let it get to me close enough, and then impossibly dodge the ball! While sporadically bolstering the two ball throwers to last the marathon out, thus making it hard even more on me, trying to dodge the ball...yet still successfully doing so anyway! Well it came to a point where some disdainful enemy kids too raged in anger over my superiority, sent one kid to do some dirty work and was eating some chips on the sidelines, I noticed this and how he was dropping some onto the rectangle! It got to the point that I did inevitably did step on these dropped chips and slid hard onto the cement playground, with my right hand catching the brunt of the entire fall, thus breaking it at the wrist! Yet, with no finger pointing or even screaming of the pain I felt, I calmly said I think I need to go to the doctors, I cannot move my wrist. So someone pointed me to the nurses office, and the nurse there said, it was indeed broken, I had fractured it deeply. But was, amazed at my very calm reserve both politically and physically.
I was sent home that day, and immediately my dad took me to the doctors for an arm cast, for my broken wrist, which was indeed fractured quite profoundly, though 'they' The Secret Watcher crowd would lie and say was a slight simple hairline fracture not even visually accessible to the eye or X-Ray. But I had taught all everyone of them there, of noble sportsmanship(bolstering my 'enemy', non judgmental peaceful mentalities when breaking my wrist), of profound pain tolerance, and last but not least, my own bolstering of my own agility to impossible levels! All this with the initial shyness to participate to begin with, though later well talked into to doing so, which proved to be just that: a proving ground...of what I am quite capable of when I choose to be when mood sets in!
Needless to say, this impossible agility later was asked of me how it was so, for no one had ever seen such impossible agility before! I said, when I am calm of mind, I can see things in a slowed down pace, so as to dodge it coming as from a mile away! They were all stunned to hear this explanation, yet the proof had been established, by the secret filmed recorded instant too by the Matrix, and now well archived, which had been studied intensely by all of them, for its incredible feat as done by me!
Thus calm the mind, and always perform at one's personal peak, was taught out for the very first time, and thus was utilized as a teaching tool in all things of manner, from staying calm during a math quiz, to fighting in the military...but most visibly it was taught to boxers, and used in this arena a lot!

"The Being", Part 20

My friends at this time and I were just learning the sport game of tennis, and we would learn off each other, all the while still not really having proper coach lessons in any formal knowledge...we winged it!
It was at this time, we were looking for tennis rackets to play with, which before we would simply borrow the school's to play tennis with.
Well, my two friends bought some dandy good metallic rackets, while I being with no proper money, bought a used tennis racket from a local center, a very heavy wooden one.
Though not knowing anything about tennis, when I had gone to buy the tennis racket, I earnestly requested a strong sturdy tennis racket, though the lady, I think a lady, was recommending a light metallic one, and I said how much?
She called off a price which was too much for me to afford, thus, I chose a heavy wooden tennis racket, even though there were other lighter wooden rackets.
My idea, and again not knowing tennis, thought that perhaps a sturdy one would be the better one...but also that I saw myself as a beginner, and while a metallic well groomed racket for the better player may have been nice, I subjectified myself to a lesser racket...humility being the best policy.
So anyway, we then met up for tennis, and my two friends had come with their tennis rackets, fine tuned light weight metallic rackets, with me showing up with a used, heavy wooden racket. So upon seeing this, my two friends would make a comment about the racket, in general they said, we went and bought these from the store, brand new the other day, how is yours? I told them the story, and they had smirks on their faces, as if the snooty better, and a look of as though: O it's okay, not everyone can afford such luxuries...poor boy! Well, I just stood my ground and we commenced to the courts to play tennis, and while yes, at first it took me some getting used to, I soon got the hang of using my newly bought tennis racket.
Then guess what? the competition began!
It seems, these two were trying to see about putting me down as a competitor, and when I literally got good with my racket that same day, and was kickin butt, they were trying to as well, but could not figure out why with such well groomed rackets, they were losing so badly to little ol' me! Their disdained look of emotion was quite clear, and I had made clowns of them both, for such a childish competitive attitude, and they kept yielding to me, time and time again for hours that day...by me beating them both for hours on end...each time coming at me harder and both taking no break turns against me, a single one, and still me beating them...for hours on end! Finally, hours later at dark, they gave up, even with the lights on in the courts, they said they felt like going home.
So we headed out and went home, where we had lived only blocks away. I simply in a most noble way said: That was fun ay! Good game both of you, well played, let's do it again. The further disdain caused by this outstanding nobility, manifested and clearly so too...sigh! Nevertheless, once home, I said bye to these two and went home myself. But to shorten the recounting of the time I was a tennis player with my friends, I continued to play with the wooden racket, until it was totally out of shape, and it was decided that out of the default good, I had no choice but to buy a new tennis racket, so I wound up doing so. But when they had presented me with the old one once again some time later, they said: Remember this? It is your old racket!
I said: Hmmm...you sure? They said: Yeah! You know what? This tennis racket has been proven to be unplayable! That is to say, no one can play a game with it...AT ALL! I said: Really! Wow! But you know I did though and for a long time, due to no money! They said: Yeah, but if it weren't for us, no one would believe you, and this IS your old tennis racket, for REAL! How did you do it? I said: Practice! But as well, to conlude this tennis story, I would study tennis by watching it on t.v., but never actually playing it physically, and when we would gather as friends to play, I would utilize what I had learned from watching, on the tennis games with my friends...and YES...beat them even worse! So to their surprise, they said you have been practicing! I said: No! I have not! and at one point even, I played them in intervals for hours on end, again beating them up and down, single handedly, while in intervals they each took breaks, and for hours straight...I DID NOT...simply by learning from professional tennis players on t.v. and studying them!

P.S. While playing tennis my two friends at one point did wear street clothes as did I, they in time bought proper tennis clothes though, while I due to no money again played on for years with them in my street clothes, jeans, shirt...though in time, my parents bought me some shorts to wear, then considered to be my tennis clothes. As well, at one point one of my friends asked me to exchange rackets with him, so that he may try mine and I his. It turned out while I did indeed play the better, he most assuredly did not..NO...could not, for the life of him! Too, a lesson was taught most profoundly, of noble sportsmanship, and of keen 'visual learning' as a means of acquiring physical skill mentally.

"The Being", Part 19

Well, in within the years of middle school indeed, much had happened, both in school and out in my personal life.
Yet one incident during school makes its mark as a memorable one.
It happened in class, with a full classroom capacity, of both students and teacher. While sitting with some friends, there was this one friend Eric, who for simply the fun of it, had asked me if he could mess up the time of my watch, and that he had reassured me I would be fully able to fix the time again afterwards, without problems! As he said to simply gather the proper time from another student and or simply look at the wall clock. So I go and take off my watch and hand it to him, to tamper with the time, being sporty about whatever his gig was about such jollies. So then he gives it back to me, and I then ask if I can see his watch to fix my watch he just messed up the time to. It seems, he had no watch on his wrist, nor did anyone else, nor was there a clock on the wall...hmmm! I began to get frustrated, yet not boiling angry, too mild at the time...still am really, down deep within my core...With a nasty smirk on some faces, with some just not looking at me anymore...guilt...sympathy?
I simply sat there with an outlook as if to say: you know how would you like it if someone messed up your time and you had no way of fixing it! Everyone froze, and took immediate notice, with some whispering here and there. Then I went on to say: O yeah, if you want to know, go ahead and check the time yourself! How do you know that upon messing up my time, I did not of yours! Now everyone is really looking weird at me, as though not of the norm, while some were in admiration. Needless to say, I really did put up a stink about my own messed up watch, and in a most quiet non violent, non argumentative way, simply messed up the time everywhere at large. As a lesson to they who would do so to me, and refuse to aide me in fixing my watch once messed up.
The golden rule: do unto others...So it came upon the moment when indeed the time was sincerely out of sync as to its prior time before I messed it all up! Then that is when, the school main office was getting a flurry of phone calls of genuine panick as to what was going on, and is there anything they can do to remedy the time mishap! Well they were hurriedly working on the problem, while asking me some questions, mostly as to how to remedy the situation, as to how it came to be, and such, etc., while there was this one male, who just found the most profound joy in what I had done that day, while all else were angered, as their attitude was they had busy lives to attend to, without the hassle of not knowing the time! As for the questioning, one actually had the idea I worked with an outsider if you will to accomplish what I had just done. I implicitly said...NO! Not to keep to my story, but it was the truth, I had single handedly done this alone, and with my powers, of space/time.
Anyway, it came after awhile, that with my minimal aide in the process, with their frustration, the correct time was in now as to be set properly. All the while, I had the most gleeful attitude of accomplishment that day, starting back to the point in class earlier, with a friend Eric messing up my watch!

"The Being", Part 18

In within the prior chapter, I spoke of certain aspects of my very secret life led, that literally has unwritten historical events archived, and tucked away in an ULTRA ABOVE ABOVE TOP SECRET GOVERNMENT FILE, that details my life in all its secrecy.
Which by the way, not even The Freedom of Information Act can look up for any individual trying to uncover such secret history.
As such, I also mentioned in the prior chapter a comic book series called: The Secret Wars. In it, there was a character simply named: The Beyonder...a near infinite lifeform as it were, from Beyond! Where he had come to Earth, and found that he would give out a test of winner take all. From this, he would include some of Earth's superheroes along with some of Earth's supervillians, and pitted them against each other, again winner take all, which meant at that time for its place, becoming superpowered by The Beyonder into a very exponential degree, ever known to humankind!!! Needless to say, I understood that indeed, this was a ruckus as it were for its time and place in the real world, where there was indeed this competition between two sides, the good and the bad, to see what would happen if 'the winners' could win my favour.
Factually, I did not include myself in this war, if at all or very little, as once again, it was rallied by the two factions, with which 'they' wanted to prove themselves to me, for higher ascended levels of being. Thus, for the most part, as I read on, and mostly observing as to the events of such, unfolding before my eyes, I recognized what heated fervor had wrought in these humans, to have been so pursuant to such an 'olympic event'! Indeed, at that time, though never hinted at nor outright said, I saw the deep desperation of the humankind, to want to be better, on both sides, and that indeed, what both sides saw in me was no less than: GREAT HOPE!
During that time, I had been bestowing (a chuck wagon & horse temporary version of stellar permanent endowment), and teaching accordingly (chuck wagon & horse), if you will. But still for its time for what it was, it was a very sought after and most welcomed item which all wanted to have a piece of...and indeed, even for what it was for its time, it in fact did elevate those humans of its time, to higher ascended levels! Yet regarding such bestowing moments of past, it was indeed something of a mere preview to what later would be: ENDOWMENT/AUGMENTATION, which today currently as this is being written, has led to a totally new species: THE ALPHA OMEGA GODS!
A pinnacle peak level of being unknown before...EVER!(a story to be told in future chapters yet to be). Needless to say, as I read on with The Secret Wars series, I got to a point to where it did affect me...all the warring, the fighting, etc., thus I gave it a break for awhile, then came back to the series, thinking it would quell the heated fervor...NO...it went on as though not skipping a beat. Though, kind of my fault, as when I did eventually come back to reading the series, playing upto my mode of disguise, asked how the war was going...hmmm. It seems my evident disdain over such activity did make an impact, and the warring did in fact cease...until I got back to the series...sigh!
Well in the end, I simply carried on with myself as usual, and with my open door policy, kept up with bestowing and comparable teachings, all the while producing feats of genuine true power, here and there when the call for such was needed.

"The Being", Part 15

Within this chapter we will go into some of the tactics I used to teach while at middle school.
As I have mentioned, besides testing, I guided with wisdom, but I also taught as well. One of the ways I taught was, by simply egging on others to do something...whatever 'it' was, I wanted them to learn, while positing some ideas in their head...just enough, to get their minds lit up, and enough slack to allow them to go with it, and take and embrace the teaching, as oppose to simply handing them everything all at once, straight from me.
This way, there was always a two way engaging with the ones I wanted to teach, it was active role playing...teacher to pupil.
Well while I will not get into too many of these moments, I will example for you a very pertinent one, one that did revolutionize mathematics and all its possibilities regarding calculations. As it were, one day out in the playground at the basketball courts, it was rather a slow day, one not too busy, where the body of students and staff was at a minimum. I was standing at a basketball court, at the freethrow line, and I was simply trying to make shots into the basket. Well, most assuredly I made some while some I missed, but due to the intense concentration on my face, one of the kids asked me what are you so intense about? I said, well what do you think the odds of making this shot is? I had simply answered him with another question...He said, to the effect, he did not know, so I told him what certain factors might possibly weigh in, in making this shot...wind factor, my direct position/footing, the arc and angle of the shot thrown from my hand when released, the spin of the ball when launched, the thrust of the ball from the propulsion from my wrists, etc. etc. That is when he piped up and said, those are odds! NO ONE CAN CALCULATE ODDS! I said, really...why so? and continued to engage him while another kid soon had come upto us both now, but this one was actually a cup half full kind of fellow, and engaged the notion of calculating odds/chance and being right. Thus, with his posits as to mph of wind factor, my direct footing, etc., we started taking shots at the basket.
Well this was in the 80's, and that is when the mathematics of calculating odds/chance was actually born, on the playground basketball courts of my middle school, one sunny day afternoon, with two other kids, the third being me, who spurned them on to something they had never seen before, but is now recognized as being part of mathematics.
But, O how it was criticized by the mathematicians of its day, before it was finally accepted!!!


P.S. While actually fluent in mathematics, I really do disdain math altogether, a personal choice of mine, an odd dichotomy as well, that still persists to the present day.