"The Being", Part 16

While still in middle school, indeed there were a lot of things that did happen, in fact way too many to really hit upon subjectively, thus to give it any semblance of poignancy,
I try to hit upon what I see as high notes.
Now during middle school I used to read and collect comic books with along some other friends of mine. At that time, there were two with which we all basically perused, and that was: Marvel and DC comic books. In within each of them individually, they would characterize subjectively certain personas that apparently subjectified a real group or person. As in, there was this Japanese fellow superhuman, with the powers to wield the elemental heat compounds to his personal use...basically think of Human Torch, but Japanese. But indeed, this represented in my friends view, a mere symbol of Japan...as in the land of the rising sun...get it, as it were! In fact, his costume was emblazened with the very Japanese flag of the current sun portrayal. Now to my friends this was how to relate to what was going on in the comics, so then I got to know that this fellow did not really exist nor did he have actual heat elemental powers at all, but was a mere symbol for Japan, so my friends would tell me it is all based on symbolisation, regarding very down to Earth meanings, not its direct literal meaning. So I said to the effect: What a rip, you mean to tell me, it is all made up! Well I know that, it is after all a comic book! I mean no one has real powers, come on! They all turned dogmatically toned down from laughable fellows, to staunch stern professors!!!
My goodness...sheesh.
It seemed no one appreciated my statement, but it was clear that when it came to the stories told it was based on symbolisation, for political definitions, so that young kids could relate better to 'grown up' things in life. My friends had told me that this was a tool tactic used to keep everyone informed, which included kids. Well again, then here I go with the idea...well of course, come on now, no one has real superpowers anyway! More frustrations arise visibly on each face, I had done it again. Needless to say, I was at that time under strict disguise, and could not break this at all for its current time and place...NOW...they all know that, but at that time back in the 80's in middle school, no one did. So anyway, they would then 'play' my game, and thus ask me some certain questions, of course in the most ernest comic book fashion...ahem!
So then certain questions would be asked would be as such: Uh, if you were to be represented, how would you like to be? So of course my disguise being in full force, I said...I don't know exactly, what do you think? ~tee hee~ They all started to think to themselves, and each kid slowly started to point out some things about me, that suited my character, certain ones mentioned: I am meek, mild, engaging...at least with those around me, a teacher type...hmmm, then came the idea of superpowers with which to include with my comic book persona. This was a pickle, as I would not cop to anything...at all...at that time. Needless to say, to what they could surmise to the best of their ability to observe, they showed me Professor X and his X-Men. I was apparently Professor X, and I had accumulated the status of the most profound mental mind in all existence.
Well I merely saw this and without outwardly acknowledging it, I merely went with it...ahhh, only to be quite true in this current time and place!!! But to my own part as participant in the jaunts of adventurism in the 8th grade, I did at the least bottom barrel, egg them on in the idea of certain things about me, in a most ticklish way. To be a bit more clear, when asked on the subject of comics, and superpowers, of course my own speak was that of ignorance, but with a most ticklish P.S. behind it. Such as in certain moments, when we would gather around collectively with our comic books, I may have said: You know I understand that it is all symbolisation, but would it not be awesome to REALLY have superpowers!!! Of course everyone's mind was turned at the time with such an offbeat comment. Which would then turn into a Q&A session with me, which I indeed would only participate mildly. Certain queries posited: Well if there were the possibility of real superpowers, what would they be like in reality...realistically? I would always answer first with a question in answer to a question...thusly, came: What do you think? They started by saying things like, faster calculating abilities, like doing math rapidly...cybernetic robotics...musculature...etc.
So I would slyly say something to the effect of: How about telepathy, reading minds? Thus, implanting mental prowess into the equation of humanised powers they were all mentioning. Of course, this led to all kinds of posits, from the simplistic to the fantastically profound, to which in the end at that time at least to the final posit: ...but so what, it's not like any of this is real anyway, so why talk about it...ahhh, but I had set my goal and scored, they were at least entertaining it!!!


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"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.

"The Being", Part 14

Within this chapter I will touch upon the subject matter of The Secret Watchers and their tactics of presenting me with 'planted' folks, if you will, in my lifetime.
Now, in a prior chapter, I mentioned some friends of mine, Chris and Ryan, who were my childhood friends from long ago. Who to my coincidental surprise moved to the same neighbourhood in the South Bay area when I exactly did. But to later find out in my adulthood, that it was planned all along by The Secret Watchers.
So here are two childhood friends, who I for the most part, innocently saw as simple human friends, who to me at the time, I had thought, had absolutely no knowledge of who I actually was. Turns out though, they actually had absolutely full knowledge of who I was. So now reflectively looking back on this, I can find moments of our friendship when certain things I did, in a 'safe environment' would actually warrant a major wide eyed momentous event...safe environment as written here regards to the aspect of any given environment under which I would deem safe to be the real me, without outing myself as to who I really am.
So one instant would be when we were all playing cards in Chris and Ryan's room, it was Black Jack. We had all been handed our cards and were at the stage of deciding whether to hit or not, it was my turn to decide, and I had a hand of 20, now in this instant I am safe as to not needing a hit, because the object of the card game is to come as close to 21 as you can, if not 21 exactly. So in this case, a hit would not suffice, I should stay...BUT...I told Ryan, who was dealing that day, that I wanted a hit anyway. Now this was done in a joking manner, and yes, I was playing along with the theme of joking whim...BUT...when Ryan gave me the card I hit for, it turned out to be a 1, and I received a perfect 21, and won that round of card game. To which all around between the two brothers, were mutterings of: I cannot believe it, I cannot believe it! At this point both their faces went from laughing from such a ridiculous request to hit, to stone sober straight of astonishment.
Looking back, once again, though I had thought this was a 'safe environment' to be the real me, it was clearly one which in fact was not, and where the two friends had actually known what they had just witnessed! But to much of my own subjectivity, was still playing ignorant as to admitting to what had just actually occurred...I was playing dumb as it were. In fact, in the next round of card playing, I deliberately made poor investments as to lose and be careless with my dealt hand of cards, as to cover up my tracks...masking the reality of it all, but according to their Secret Watcher status, they were not so dumb to the situation of what they had just witnessed and took heavy and due note!
Well turns out that The Secret Watchers had always done this in my lifetime, and still do, for the most part, to keep direct tabs on me, besides keeping tabs on me through the Matrix/Big Brother system. So yes, in my life, I really do not know who could be a 'planted' person or not, it can be literally anyone...which by the way, my enemy does the same to, and sends forth into my life, 'planted' people...and because these people can literally by anyone, it is truly hard to discern.
For example, it has and still can be a homeless bum on the streets...O yes!!!
Thus, it makes making friends a difficult task indeed for me...resulting in my loner mentality and ways when I am in a new or social environment or even in my life in general...really.

"The Being", Part 12

I mentioned in the prior chapter, that I at times, have and did come out of my 007 mode of operation, to openly be me.
Well, one incident was in class, specifically a science class, led by a Mr. Cheesman science teacher aficionado, apropos I would do this particular feat of power in science class, considering it later came to be called: Phase Physics.
I came to class with some other kids that day, and we got into a chat about the topic of superpowers, and what exactly this meant. Anyway, we began to talk on as to what our respective meanings were, and of course mine was really gone from any of their meaning. In gist, the classmates said such superpowers as being governmental, political and consisting of human bodies who run these respective superpowers, i.e. in the west, it is the U.S., and so on, throughout the world, and how these superpowers work cohesively to make function the world in its proper order...at least to the best of their abilities and to the degree under which they can by whatever resources laid available. Weeell, then came for me to give my two cents worth...and I said, NO IT'S NOT!
Superpowers is when you can do whatever you want, having powers, get it! That is what is meant by the term superpowers! Well, one of them said: Yes, that is true, as a superpower, you do have the capability to do whatever you want, this is quite correct of you...such as make new laws, change trends, introduce new products to the mass public, and even yes...have sexual relations with anyone you desire, I suppose, I mean as a superpower you would have it within your means to do it. Here I am once again: So then, perhaps would this so called superpower be able to let's say...make a styrofoam cup disappear? I mean if as you say this superpower can indeed do whatever he may, as a superpower, then surely he can make a styrofoam cup disappear! He then said: No, of course not, that's impossible, come on! Then I said: But that is what I mean by superpowers, the ability to do this kind of stuff, not what you guys are saying! Needless to say, we are now in class, on the cusp of starting class session and the class is steadily filling up with more and more students, as well, the science teacher is present. I am sitting in front of my styrofoam cup, mentioned earlier in the example of what superpowers means to me, and I am, without touching it, simply looking at it intensely with rather a pleasing smile, to which immediately...WHOP...the cup disappears! It is gone from sight, and everyone is simply stunned, to have just witnessed this impossible feat! Some loud whispers, along with blank stares, and...yes...snickering pursue. I ignore it all, and simply sit there stoically in my seat, when one of the baffoons, a member of the: You're not so special club, came stomping by, bumping into my desk hard, as to make the styrofoam cup fall from the desktop and land on the floor, only to make it reappear again, which again stunning the classroom eyes present. Well anyway, that day would be a day no one would or could ever forget, but in time, as my efforts as 'Peter Parker' would serve too impenetrable, indeed this and other days of being me would be washed away into somewhat obscurity, until in my adulthood, I would reference it once again, and had the current audience go and look it up in the Big Brother Archives, to be privy as eyewitnesses to an impossible event so many years ago, in my early youth...and yes...all were stunned all over again, as back then at the time in class.
That particular power used was transmutational in base, not bending of light as to cloak an object into falsified invisibility. Thus, in within its core foundation, the molecular structure of the totality whole was phased out, and as written earlier in this paragraph above, this would later be known as: Phase Physics...and tho acknowledged within The Secret world of Watchers, it has been featured in an episode of the Stargate sci fi tv show, regarding Merlin, The Ancients, and trying to find safe havens for a seemingly doomed people, from enemy hands, to where it was concluded to phase out the entire world itself...O yes, it was as well included in a Stargate fan magazine, in a pages long article regarding the exemplary science of The Ancients, as reported by Samantha Carter, the head scientist character on the sci fi tv show: Stargate.


P.S. Stargate is one of many sci fi tv shows that have borrowed much from the reality of my life, as offered them through the archives of The Secret Watchers' file on me. Which is a means of engraining, in a not so upfront way, the society to the reality I am...which I will get into as a tactic used many times over in later chapters to come, as I have here and prior chapters.

P.P.S. Though usual protocol warranted a maintenance of my undercover disguise as human, it has been justified, for testing reasons, to at times come out from under this cloak openly, though extremely rarely done

"The Being", Part 11

Yes, I am now in So. Cal and for the most part, a quiet place, but with BIG SECRETS, the tallest of which was and still is ME!
It makes me ponder if whether this place had been a government built society, much like a secret society, where it is not quite the norm, like any other society would be, like say: Miami. But nonetheless, in general, I felt welcomed, regardless of the enemies I had attracted.
Some things I have done at this So. Cal location, while at my middle school, but before I start, I have to say these things were done to warrant particular responses to my devised tests, to which only I knew what exactly I was looking for...and again, this is a pop quiz, an incognito event, which its sole main concern is to catch the natives of Earth at their naked self, with all masks off. So when regarding use of powers, I for the most part, did it in a slight way, if not in a covert way, a la 007.
One instant would be, when I would give colds to certain students or make what colds they already had, even worse, i.e. if they were taking pills and/or medication, I would override its healing effects by *psionically pushing or by mentally inducing them into a more profound state of illness, but not in any way...lethal...or even borderline. Something to the effect of giving them a rough(er) throat or headache or tummy aches or even making it last longer or even when almost healed, compounding the situation by elongating it further, which at times I would end up healing, only due to the counter action of not being able to bond with any cold medication, which of course I had a hand in overriding its healing effects of to the individual.
Some other things I have done to test them, would be, and this I did more than I probably should have, was to manipulate their memories, both students and adult faculty alike. As far as going to the extent as to rearrange memories and/or making them forget things, only to bring them back to the norm when I had taken due mental note and was then satisfied to end the session in progress.
But it was not ALL TEST AND NOTATION TAKING, I was as well teaching them, with many things, but most prominent of which was with wisdom. Talking about wisdom, one other facet of my testing included, quite extensively, the counter actions as partaken by me, in correlation to any wisdom given, but this was to teach, through such ways as to reflect back at them, the very fibre of hypocrisy I so frequently witnessed, astoundingly by even the most 'upright'...especially this type, to be quite honest.


P.S. There were though, at times, when I would come out of my 007 mode and be quite open with my feats of powers, but again for testing purposes and its subjective results.

* I do believe in another chapter, I defined: Psionic Push

** some notes to mention regarding some of the test tactics such as ailment: there were certain times when befallen ill to the extent under which I put the individual in, some would get quite religious, as to posit God and/or Jesus references

"The Being", Part 10

Let me begin by saying that moving to So. Cal. and enrolling to Bert Lynn Middle School, gained me enemies, as well as devoted followers among The Secret Watcher crowd.
If you remember from a prior chapter, I told you I found out some of them were trying to out do me.
Well anyway, this followed me all the way to middle school, where their agents as I would label them, would always have it 'in' for me...always ready to shoot me down every chance they got. But for story telling purposes, I will not get too detailed and specific, lest I ruin the ending of this journey we are embarking in. So to continue on, these agents, as I would call them, were actual students who were for the most part, the same age and grade as I, but who were again working toward an other endeavor of deviousness...later when the story has progressed along sufficiently enough, I will tell you who exactly these enemies of mine were and still are...now...in my adulthood at my current age of 36.
For now, I shall simply tell the tale in a general way, but specific enough to get the point.
Anyway, at certain moments, when I was testing, they would be in my face, after watching me through the Matrix/Big Brother, and confront me with all types of smarmy remarks and sarcastic questions. Along the lines of: So what! Anyone can do that, and what makes you so special!? ha ha ha...It was quite clear that their singular motive was to make me seem unexceptional, to bring me down and try to break me, as if to say: You're nothing...when they knew quite well, that on the contrary...I WAS QUITE SPECIAL! Now, like I said, I was continuously being filmed by Big Brother, so they would know enough through watching me from a distance, to then immediately confront me personally with what I had done, then make derogatory remarks about it. Funny though, indeed if they were secretly watching, then they would inevitably know I had nothing up my sleeves, but would still be in my face constantly...this says a lot about how these folks really were...petty and pitiful.
Anyway to continue on, moments like the one mentioned were quite common place whenever I would do some kind of testing and/or feat of power...but especially when I performed a feat of power. For story telling purposes though, I will get into these feats of power in the next chapter, along with touching on the subject of testing.