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THE PSYCHIC WARRIOR
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By Donald Sullivan
Chapter One
Al Rice was awakened by a strange whining noise. He raised his head and listened intently. After a few moments of complete silence, he decided he must have been dreaming and lowered his head to the pillow. But before he could close his eyes and return to sleep, an eerie feeling came over him compelling him to get up and investigate.
He was not the type to worry about every little noise in the night. Though he felt it was needless, the urge to check out the strange sound was strong. He got up, threw on his robe, and stepped outside. He looked up to see a glowing spaceship hovering over his cottage.
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The alarm clock went off. Al groped for the clock and switched it off. As he became fully awake, he shuddered as he felt a charge of energy surging through his body. A feeling of well-being and contentment came over him, but at the same time, he was perplexed; he did not understand what was happening to him.
As he lay there, he puzzled over this strange but invigorating feeling that had come over him. And then, in a flash of understanding, it came to him. He realized what had happened. He knew that this wave of energy that had swept through his system had purged his body of all impurities. He knew that he was no longer HIV positive. He knew that he was no longer plagued with hemophilia, the condition that had led to HIV.
He knew all this with absolute certainty; there was not the slightest doubt in his mind. His body had healed itself. But he did not know how the healing had taken place, nor did he know how he knew all this. He just knew it.
He had heard somewhere that sometimes the body mysteriously heals itself, leaving doctors puzzled. But that didn't matter to him. What really mattered to him was that he was healed and that he was a new man.
Feeling elated, he climbed out of bed. In a state of euphoria, he went through his morning routine. He showered and shaved. As he readied to shave, he studied his reflection in the mirror.
Yes, there was definitely a change. He turned his head from side to side as he looked into the mirror. He noted that the slight bump on his once-broken nose was still there, as was the small scar on his left cheek. But his deep set blue eyes had lost their dull appearance and were brighter. There was no longer a pallor to his skin, which now showed a healthy glow.
A smile of contentment played on his thin lips as he applied the shaving cream to his square jaw and prominent chin. Even his nutbrown hair seemed to show more luster.
He fixed his breakfast. But at one point--just for an instant--he had a vague recollection of a dream. It had something to do with being aboard an alien spacecraft. He chuckled at such a foolish notion and soon forgot about it.
He finished breakfast, and as he sipped his coffee, he stared out the kitchen window. In the gray light of dawn, he could see the placid waters of Lake Lorene, surrounded by trees, mostly pine. In the stillness of the morning, the water was like a mirror, reflecting white fluffy clouds and a flight of geese flying overhead.
He saw his bait, tackle, and boat rental business on the lake shore, only a hundred yards distant from his cottage. He was jolted back to the reality that he still had to run his business. The tourist season was coming to an end in Central Florida, but business would be brisk for another week or two.
Savoring the fresh morning air, he felt exhilarated as he walked through a clearing in the surrounding pines on the way to the shop. He looked out to the end of the dock to check the rental boats tied there. They were all there, the three rowboats, which some fishermen preferred, and five outboards.
He entered the bait and tackle shop and made ready to open for business. He made a mental note that he would call Dr. Berman today for an appointment. Although he knew he was healed of his affliction, he wanted an official confirmation of the healing, and he wanted the world to know.
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Several weeks passed. Al was cleaning up and getting ready to close shop when the phone rang.
"Lakeside Bait and Tackle. Can I help you?"
"May I speak to Mr. Al Rice please?"
"Yes, Ma'am. Speaking."
The woman spoke with a slight Spanish accent. "Mr. Rice, my name is Sue Martinez. I'm a UFO investigator, and I represent CAPS, The Council for Aerial Phenomena Studies. We're in Albuquerque."
Al, thinking this was another telemarketer, was ready to hang up. But he held the phone a moment longer as the voice went on.
"I read about you in the news, and I would like very much to discuss your experience with you. I may have an explanation about your healing experience."
The woman now had his attention. The many tests and examinations that he had endured confirmed that he was no longer hemophilic, nor was he HIV positive. Dr. Berman was thoroughly baffled and amazed, and was never able to explain how Al's healing had come about.
Al was curious about what explanations the UFO people might have. Actually, he was more than a little curious. For reasons that he did not understand, he felt a strange compulsion to learn how his experience might be connected with UFOs. That he was interested in any possible connection with UFOs puzzled him, for he had always scoffed at anything to do with them.
"Ms. Martinez..."
"Please call me Sue."
"Okay, and I'm Al. I'd like to hear what you have to say."
"Great. And I don't think you'll be disappointed. Will you agree to a meeting if I come down to Florida next Monday?"
"That'll be fine with me. I'll be looking for you." He gave her the directions to the nearby Lake Lorene Motel, then to his cottage, and they ended the conversation.
After hanging up, he called Pete, his part-time helper, and arranged for Pete to run the shop that Monday.
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Sue arrived in a rental car at 10:00 AM. She was a petite Brunette, about thirty, Al guessed. Her hair was parted on the left, and fell in a kind of peek-a-boo over her right eye. She was dressed casually in a plaid shirt and jeans. She was business-like, but with a friendly, easygoing manner.
She smiled. "Sorry I'm late," she said. "My flight didn't arrive until after nine."
He invited her in, and after a brief introduction, he poured a couple of cups of fresh coffee. "So you're a UFO investigator. I can't see the connection with my experience, but I'm willing to hear what you have to say."
She smiled. "I hope you'll see a connection before we're finished. Al, I've investigated a lot of cases. Most were either hoaxes or mistaken identities. Some were never explained. But I know for a fact that a few were genuine."
"I'm curious," said Al. "I don't see how an organization like CAPS could make a profit, and you certainly must have expenses. How do you stay in business?"
"You've heard of Tom Vickers, the Texas billionaire? He secretly funds the organization. We're a small outfit anyway, only four of us."
Al nodded. "Yes, Vickers has a reputation for being interested in the off beat"
Sue laughed. "A lot of people think we're off beat."
She continued. "When I heard about your experience, I felt that this was very likely the result of a UFO encounter. I know of a few healing experiences resulting from a UFO encounter, but nothing quite as dramatic as yours. Incidentally, have you noticed any psychic experiences lately?"
"NO, I haven't. Why?"
"Some people develop varying degrees of psychic abilities after a UFO encounter. Some UFOlogists theorize that the beings in UFOs are psychic, and that close encounters trigger psychic abilities in certain sensitive people."
"I've never even seen a UFO, much less had an encounter."
"Did you know that a glowing UFO was reported near Lake Lorene by several people the same night that you said the healing took place?"
"Yes," said Al, "I seem to recall something in the paper about it, but I never gave it a thought."
"Have you ever been under hypnosis, AL?"
He chuckled. "Once, years ago. A cousin made me do some pretty comical things at a party."
"Will you agree to questioning under hypnosis now?"
"Sure. I don't see any harm in it."
She had him lie on a couch and relax. She sat in a chair next to the couch and began talking to him in a soothing voice. Her voice became more and more distant, and then began to fade out. "AL, I want you to go back to the morning that you first noticed your healing. Now continue to go back...back to the night before..."
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...It was 11:30 PM. He turned off the TV and went into the kitchen for a glass of milk before retiring. He then went to bed and was just drifting off to sleep when he was awakened by a whining noise. At the same time, something akin to a hypnotic state gripped his mind, and he felt compelled to go outside.
He got up, went outside, and looked up to see a large, glowing cigar-shaped object about three hundred feet overhead. At first he was terrified and wanted to run, but the hypnotic state that gripped him prevented him from moving. Suddenly he felt calm and unafraid.
As he stared up at the object, he saw a hatch slide open in the bottom of the craft. Two figures emerged and floated down toward him. Still unafraid, he stood there as the two beings flanked him. He felt a tingling sensation as he, along with the two beings, was pulled up by some unseen force toward the hovering craft.
Once aboard the craft, Al got a good look at the two beings. They were very tall, about seven feet, and their skin was brown. Their eyes were slits, and there was no visible nose. Their small mouths were round and lipless. They wore yellow uniforms.
He was escorted to a room and placed into a transparent tube. A greenish mist filled the tube, and a feeling of relaxation and warmth flooded his body. He could see the beings monitoring gauges, and from time to time they adjusted controls outside the tube. He was alternately conscious and unconscious throughout the proceedings.
After a time, the two beings removed him from the tube and returned him to his cottage.
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He was hearing Sue's voice again. "...and you will have a complete recollection of everything you have told me." He snapped out of the hypnotic trance.
He sat up. "I remember everything now," he said, "as clear as a bell. When they removed me from the tube, they explained that they had made some alterations to my mind and body, but that I shouldn't be concerned because the alterations were beneficial."
Sue nodded. "From your condition, it's obvious that they were telling the truth. But they said that they altered your mind also?"
"Yes. But after telling me this, they erased the whole incident from my mind. They then planted a post hypnotic suggestion that I would awaken aware of my healing, but thinking that my body in some mysterious way had healed itself. The next morning, my only recollection of the beings and the ship was a vague, dream-like memory."
He paused. "What is it that you find so out of the ordinary about this case, Sue?"
Sue raised her eyebrows. "Al, I didn't say anything about finding this case out of the ordinary. But that thought was in my mind. How did you know that?"
"I don't know. It just came to me. I thought that you said it aloud."
"Maybe the experience awakened some psychic power in you. Maybe my hypnosis triggered it. How did the beings communicate with you, Al?"
"Now that you mention it, they didn't speak aloud. I just knew and understood the thoughts they projected."
"Did you try to communicate with them?"
"No. They asked no questions of me, and I said nothing to them."
"Anyway," she said, "the strange aspect of this case is not so much the description of your abduction, but your description of your abductors."
"But why would you think that strange? Didn't you suspect all along that beings from a UFO might be involved?"
"Yes, I did suspect that, and now I'm sure of it. But there's something I should explain to you. Our organization, CAPS, has already made contact with certain UFO visitors. They are from a planet called Istana, and they call themselves Rylls. From the Rylls, we have learned of other visitors, called Dorions. The Dorions are from the same planet, Istana, and both the Rylls and the Dorions are of the same race. They have been at war with each other for years."
"Both from the same planet?"
"Yes, and the Rylls tell us there are other peoples on the planet as well, but the Rylls and Dorions are the dominant powers.
"Some time ago, The Rylls discovered Earth. As is their policy, they did not interfere with our world. But the Dorions found out about the Ryll discovery. The Dorions also found out that Earth held certain critical minerals that were near depletion on Istana. They started plans to invade Earth to get control of the minerals.
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