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doubts, I had to admire his consistency. Yes, Chester had some sort of extraordinary talent, but I was hopeful it was along the lines of selling them bad drugs, or maybe even spiking a food or drink of theirs when he was floating around “out of his body”. The fact I was even thinking along those lines was evident of how desperate was getting.
    The other item he enlightened me about really blew my mind. That was his explanation for what he had said about bits of them becoming inspirations to others. He said that over time, there were countless entities that have wound up spread across the entire energy field, and sliced up among the universes. Those slices of what are now simple energy; move in parallel within their individual universes. Though those individuals still exist only unto themselves, a random slice or piece of them can interact with or affect someone else. Those former individuals now only affect others in a given universe as a ripple in the energy field which can form an idea. Complete beings more sensitive to the field are hence more open to the ripples and can catch the ideas! But they don’t know that’s actually what they’re doing. He said that typically, more open, meditative, creative type people are most receptive to catching these transcending thoughts or being touched by the ripples. The way he explained it was, that most artists, like songwriters, painters, or writers, typically find their best work is that which they describe as something that just “comes to them”, rather than what they work out in minute detail. For a while there, this young man, for the most part still a child; had me contemplating whether or not the ideas of our greatest talents are mostly transcending thoughts of disembodied spirits; stuck across parallel universes!
    At this point I had to take a break, and went to sit in Dr. Mars’s office to reflect on the whole matter. This was extraordinary! Chester was an amazing boy if nothing else, and made for an interesting case, but after all this time, what did I have? It was after three o’clock now. I’d have to be more than lucky to get to the bottom of the comatose boys yet today. It would’ve been nice to be able to report something, but I had so much to digest. Yes, lots of information, but nothing useful to report. At that point I started to think; maybe I’m slipping, out-smarted by a sixteen year old. When we began, I figured it was less than a fifty-fifty chance Chester had something to do with hurting the boys. Now, after spending six hours with him, I was still at the same place! But, I told myself ... patience is one of my assets, and solving the out of body trick Chester was doing, had to be done before I could help him . I decided where I’d go next with him and that I wouldn’t worry about having a report for Mars today. He would have to wait until tomorrow morning to see my initial report. Now it was time to get back with Chester.
    “Chester,” I said, startling him a little as I re-entered the room. “Are you tired? Can we keep going today? Tell me what you think.”
    “I feel fine Sir-, Rich,” he said. “As long as it doesn’t inconvenience you, I’m happy to continue.”
    Over the next half hour, things remained very interesting. Since Chester had supposedly been out of his body just a few hours before, with me right there, I decided it was time I asked him to take me out, to his watchtower thing. And that seemed to shake his confidence a little in what he had told me. He repeatedly refused to take me into the “watchtower” so I could try to get the boys back. His claim that no one but he, could stay there without falling into the field was convenient, but I explained to him that as an adult and a doctor in Psychiatry that I would know how to hold myself together just as well as he could and return from it. In fact, I told him I was sure to be able to do much more than he could there and hence possibly save the other boys. I told him I was