Stone Cold Memories

By Nick Zentor

The True Story of a Victim of 25 Years of Gas-Lighting and Lies

A victim of lies and gas-lighting recalls the events of his youth and how they caused him to become completely alienated from humanity by late 1982. The events covered within this story are all based upon real, factual events. Only the proper names of the people and some of the places have been changed, to protect the innocent.

This is a true story about a man who had the misfortune of being born almost 2 years after a selfish, spoiled-brat pathological liar who hated his "stupid little brother" and lied about him to push him out of the family, so he wouldn't have to share anything with him.

Because the spoiled brat shared the same exact name as the step-father, with a "junior" attached to it, the "senior" believed everything he said about the "stupid little brother", and the mother and the family were forced to go along with the step-father's judgment, and the brat had his way.

The victim suffered from years of abuse and violations of his rights, all instigated by the lying step-brother. Because the step-brother was able to get away with violating his rights, by simply denying doing anything wrong after the fact, it was turned into a regular practice. Whether the evil step-brother knew it or not, he was guilty of gas-lighting.

The lies and gas-lighting violations, all supported by the step-father, continued on from 1960 to late 1982, when he had a motorcycle accident and experienced what has commonly been referred to as a "near-death experience".

It took him almost 10 years to recover the memories he lost after the accident. When he did, he realized what had happened, and could not rest easy knowing what his step-brother had done.

Please note: This story is a "fact-based fiction". The events covered within this story are all based upon real, factual events. Only the proper names of the people and some of the places have been changed, to protect the innocent.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Nick Zentor
• Release date: Jul 13, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005167417

Nick Zentor

I was born in another parallel of Earth just a few years before John Kennedy was assassinated and I was transferred to this parallel after a motorcycle accident in late 1982. After 3 years of homelessness, I was inspired to become a science-fiction writer and committed myself to the task once I had managed to find a job and a place to plug in a typewriter. I worked on the job like a good robot for 10 years while writing science-fiction on my free time.After failing to get any books published due to a low demand (every publisher explained how they were selling less books every year), I decided to get into small-publishing and accessed the local copy-outlet to publish my own books. But I didn't have enough money to print more than a handful at a time, and almost no one was interested in buying any of it.It wasn't until 2004, after I managed to save enough money for a new computer, that I began to make some real progress. I was able to do a much better job with book-making and the quality of my books improved. But still they did not sell, so I simply small-published them at my own website online and offered them for free through the website. The website was up until 2008, when I lost my apartment and spent some time homeless again.Aside from writing science-fiction, I started working with 2d computer graphics and animation in late 2004, and got into 3d computer graphics and animation in 2009, after finding another apartment. I've been working with 3d computer graphics, trying to go somewhere there, but I've had problems paying for the software.I wrote "Fool's Errand: Redemption" as the last book in the Temspace-Variant Series in 2015 and turned it into an ebook in 2017. Because I am also a 3d computer graphics artist, I decided to try my hands at my first ebook cover and produced the cover for "Fool's Errand: Redemption" to go with it.

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Stone Cold Memories

Nick Zentor

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The True Story of a Victim of 25 Years of Gas-Lighting and Lies

A victim of lies and gas-lighting recalls the events of his youth and how they caused him to become completely alienated from humanity by late 1982. The events covered within this story are all based upon real, factual events. Only the proper names of the people and some of the places have been changed, to protect the innocent.

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Stone Cold Memories by Nick Zentor

Copyright: Coldpost-85, 2021

All Rights Reserved

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For all the victims of gas-lighters and pathological liars in the multiverse.

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Contents

Introduction: How I was Gas-Lighted by a Fascist

Prologue: A Complex Case

Chapter 1: Memory Retrieved, Summer, 1994

Chapter 2: The Pathology to the Step-Brother's Lies

Chapter 3: I'm Not His Stupid Little Brother

Chapter 4 : The Sabotage of Ninth Grade Algebra in 1973

Chapter 5: The Fool's Errand of 1975

Chapter 6: 1976: The Odd Man Out

Chapter 7: The Phony Photo-Ops of 1977

Chapter 8: The Naked Club of 1978: How I was Kicked Out of Suburban Paradise

Chapter 9: 1979 - 1980: The Social Rejection and Downfall of a Victim of Lies

Chapter 10: Late 1980 to 1982: Working with Derk

Chapter 11: 1982: A Discharge from the Air Force and Accident in late 82

Chapter 12: 1983: Lost in Los Angeles

Chapter 13: 1984: A Day in the Twilight Zone of the Outer Limits

Chapter 14: 1985 - 1990: An Ambition to Work for in a Loveless Purgatory

Chapter 15: 1991 - 1995: Memory Retrieved in 1994

Chapter 16: The Final Word

Afterward: A Message for Mother

Afterword: The Refracted Lens

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Introduction

How I was Gas-Lighted by a Fascist

I am a victim of a pathological liar and a gas-lighter. My name is Nick Zentor and I am a science-fiction writer. I was born around the time Rod Serling was busy working with the foundations for what became one of the most popular science-fiction and fantasy serials ever conceived, The Twilight Zone, which was first aired in late 1959.

My case is quite complex. I have been left suspended within a very difficult disposition, where I have to expose the pathological liar and gas-lighter to exonerate myself from the guilt he has placed upon me. It has become too much of a burden for me to continue to carry such guilt and I have no choice but to use everything at my meager disposal as my defense.

Therefore, I have chosen to use a method for telling my story in which the proper names of the people and places have been changed to protect the innocent. This is another way of telling the whole truth without making matters any worse than they already are, by simply not exposing exactly who the real people are and just assigning everyone fictional names.

As a matter of fact, I am also protecting myself, by not sharing the real name of the pathological liar and gas-lighter who victimized me, because he gagged me with a threat, some time in the early 1970s, and I have been fearing for my life ever since. Because he had me gagged and I couldn't talk about him to anyone, he was able to keep me quiet while he destroyed me, with one lie after another, over the years.

There's more about the gag-threat he put upon me in the story. The point is, it took me some time to recover my memory, after an accident in late 1982, and to learn how to write well, and discover the right formula for writing, to find a way to get around the gas-lighting pathological liar's gag-threat upon me.

So, now I can tell the story about him, expose him for what he did to me, and hopefully exonerate myself, without making the situation worse than it already is. That's the theory. All I can do is give it my best try. I cannot continue to ignore the violations upon my rights and the damage that those violations have had upon my life.

In 2019, I published a science-fiction mystery called, The Last Resort, which was actually an attempt to exonerate myself, which used the same method, in which the proper names were changed to protect the innocent. That story, however, was somewhat different because it was a fiction which used a past reality and real people who were involved in that reality as a background.

The only part about The Last Resort that is factual is everything contained within excerpts from a Defense Report, which includes factual background information about the real past and actual events which did occur within reality, between 1960 and 2000, more or less.

The Last Resort was based upon the factual reality from the past, and acted as a projection, after those facts, following the possible exoneration of myself, through an alter ego, within a science-fiction mystery, which I thought would make the whole story more interesting.

In contrast, Stone Cold Memories is all based upon factual events from the past and is therefore a non-fiction, however, because it uses the method by which the proper names are changed to protect the innocent, it may have to be shared as fiction.

It may also be considered biographical because it contains real, factual events within my past life. Furthermore, it may be thought of as the abridged version of my Defense Report. The unabridged version may come later.

Within the story, 2 different versions of myself are used for perspective: Ren Tenrut is the younger version, from before the accident in 1982, and Zek Stone is the older version, which began after I decided to return to the east coast in 1985, to pursue an ambition to be a science-fiction writer.

Technically, Ren Tenrut did not become Zek Stone until 2018, when I made a legal name-change, but I used a pseudonym like Zek Stone as a science-fiction writer, when I began writing science-fiction in 1985. However, because the legal name-change did not occur until later in 2018, much of the excerpts from the Defense Report still use the name Ren Tenrut, even though they were written after 1985.

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Gas-Lighting: An action which involves a violation of an individual's rights which is denied by the perpetrator(s) after the fact, and repeated, multiple times, over a period of time, while being denied and covered up completely, every time.

Gas-lighters are pathological liars who use their ability to deny the truth and lie without conscience against their victims, to completely dominate them, oppress them beneath their will-power, and eventually, enslave them.

The denials after the violations are followed by suggestions that the victims were dreaming or having a bad dream. Sometimes, the victims get accused of making things up in their heads, due to wild imaginations. Sometimes, they even get accused of lying by the perpetrator, to cover their guilt.

Gas-lighting is an extreme violation of an individual's rights which has been connected to schizophrenic refractions and insanity, and it is considered a very dangerous, criminal practice.

As a victim of gas-lighting and lies I have been forced to re-evaluate the course of my indisol back in time. After recalling everything that happened before the accident in late 1982, logic has deduced that the course of my indisol was refracted by the misinformation and lies of my step-brother between 1975 and 1982.

Logic has deduced that the course of my indisol was severely refracted after the accidental death in late 82, and transferred to another parallel shadow Earth, which I came to refer to as Aton 5. I refer to it as a shadow Earth because it lacks the full spectrum of the home-parallel, along with the Constitutional protections known as individual rights.

Individual rights were taken away within the Aton 5 parallel by the Neokons in 1981, under the Zero Tolerance policies introduced to fight the first perpetual war referred to as the war on drugs, an absurd totalitarian violation upon everyone's bodies that turned everyone into robots with keys in their backs.

It was after returning to work in 1985, after a homeless vacation in southern California for a couple of years, when I first began to realize the differences. I had managed to avoid the war-front while homeless, but it was impossible to ignore it on the daily and nightly news bulletins every day once I had returned to work.

While watching cable-tv one day, I caught a historical piece on the history channel about the Neokons taking the White-House and starting the war on drugs, and I began to wonder how I had managed to miss something like that before the accident.

My memory was fuzzy about the time-period, between 1980 and 1982, because I was unemployed, homeless, and hungry most of the time. I have to admit, I didn't really have much time for the cable-tv news.

Because I had suffered memory-loss after the accident in 82, I just wasn't quite certain about any of it. But eventually, after recalling enough, I realized what had happened. It was almost impossible to believe, but I had apparently been transferred to another parallel of Earth.

It was a close parallel but it was different. The loss of Constitutional and individual rights made it much more difficult for the common, poor, working-class human. It was more like a dystopia than the home-parallel I knew before the accident.

I know it may sound unbelievable, but even if it is just a form of Multiverse Theory which I cannot prove, it has provided just the kind of objective perspective that I needed to get over the forest and make sense out of the trees.

It took me a decade, after the accident in late 1982, to recover certain details within my memory that implicated my step-brother as being the source of misinformation which was fed to mother and used as an excuse to have me sent away in the summer of 1975.

It took me 4 decades to finally find a secure post where I could compose, format, and publish my books, share my experiences, and make some kind of sense out of the confusion. I realize now that my indisol has been refracted by the lies of the step-brother and my indisol has been refracted within the eyes of others by those same lies.

I realize also, though I cannot prove it, that I died after that accident in 1982 and my indisol was transferred, based upon the refraction caused by those lies. Unfortunately, the death and transfer was accidental and I was not prepared for it. My state of mind at the time was not good and I was, in fact, a victim of gas-lighting and lies. To say that I was confused would be putting it lightly.

Four decades later, as I sit in the junk-boat office rethinking it all, I have come to one very definite conclusion about the disposition of my indisol. My indisol was refracted away from the home-parallel by the step-brother's lies and as a victim of lies, I cannot ignore what such a refraction has done to me.

To regain control over the direction of my indisol, I have to have a better understanding of the refraction, and to have a better understanding of the refraction, I have to know everything that caused it.

Aside from the memory loss, there was also the gag that was put on me, by the step-brother, some time in the early 70s, which also suppressed many memories. This subject is covered in chapter four and seven, in more detail.

It was an obvious gag-threat upon my life, which I took quite seriously at the time, which forced me to keep my mouth shut about everything he did, including his continuous torture of me.

My step-brother was one of the biggest lying fascists in the known universe and he actually managed to fool everyone into believing his lies about me, and that is why I am writing this book.

This book uses a formula for getting around gas-lighting pathological liars who use gag-threats to keep their victims quiet.

Nick Zentor (aka Zek Stone and Ren Tenrut)

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Prologue: A Complex Case

At this time, I am completely alone within the Aton 5 parallel, just as I have been for most of the 38 years since I was originally transferred, after the accident in late 1982. There has been no love for me in this parallel and I have wondered why it has been so difficult and I have finally reached some dire conclusions about my case.

I am convinced now that this has been a loveless purgatory because I made a bad mistake in 1978 which turned all of the girls, and most of the boys, against me. Because they did not understand that my step-brother had lied to our mother in 1975, and had me sent on a fool's errand to separate me from the girl I was seeing at that time, they did not understand why I reacted the way I did and they resented and hated me for it. All of the girls rejected me.

Apparently, I failed to provide them with the actual reason, for my reaction in 78, before the accident, because the step-brother had gagged and gas-lighted me into submission, and he got away with it, because the step-father took sides with him. He was able to do all kinds of evil things to me and simply deny it after the fact, and he got away with it, because the step-father always believed him and never believed me.

They did not understand what the evil step-brother had done to me, how he had hurt me and worked against me, how he had gas-lighted me and lied to our mother and the family. They did not know that he had me gagged with a threat, to keep me from talking about him with anyone.

The step-brother fooled them all into believing his lies. He simply did a few photo-ops in front of the sisters now and then, where he pretended to be a good brother to me, then after they left us alone, he went back to hurting me and denying and lying about it again. With the step-father on his side, he could lie his way out of anything.

It did no good for me to tell anyone in the family about any of the evil things the step-brother did to me when they were not there, because all he had to do was deny it and get the step-father to take sides with him.

As long as it was my word against his, the step-father always believed him and never believed me. Because the step-father's judgment was absolute within the family, everyone was led to believe that the step-brother was being truthful and I wasn't, and they all trusted his word and not mine.

Well, the step-brother was a liar, and because the step-father always took sides with him against me, he always got away with lying about me, and in the end, he managed to turn the whole family against me. After the summer of 1978, he managed to turn the whole world against me, in much the same way, by pretending to be a good brother while perpetuating denials and lies about the way he treated me privately.

He fooled everyone that way for over 20 years, between 1960 and 1982. After the accident, in late 1982, my indisol was transferred to the shadow earth known as Aton 5, as punishment for my refraction away from the peaceful, utopian community that the home-parallel had planned at that time.

My refraction was based upon the lies of my step-brother, who managed to fool everyone into believing that he was the good brother and I was the bad one, simply by lying well and sharing the same exact name with his senior counterpart, the step-father.

In light of all of this, the best I could expect to be able to do was become a science-fiction writer, and expose the evil lying fascist for all of the evil things he did, within some kind of defensive report.

Ergo, I have written Stone Cold Memories to share the truth about what really happened between my step-brother and I, and the family, friends, and community, between 1960 and 1982, and it tells a much different story than the one the step-brother was telling the whole time.

For beyond all doubt, let it be known by all now from this day forward, that my step-brother, Jarges Tenrut,