Mind Walk

By Arthur Richter

Mind Walk is not just about multiple personalities. Its about wraps of different time and life spans stemming about successful young people who wake up in the morning and find theirselves no longer living the same life they lived before they went to sleep.

From their experiences, transitional lives depict the vocal points of their deaths through different times.

They find themselves being transported through time, becoming different people of both sexes of different colors from different cultures, all the while noticing portals and objects above them as if observing the experiences.

They find theirselves back to their original, preexisting life, only to discover that . . . Sorry, I cant finish it. It will give the whole content of the story away. To be continued.

The story is about twenty-five thousand. Its a melodrama that has many twists and turns in it that could have sequels added to it. I hope that I incited your curiosity. Thats what I was hoping to do.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Jan 29, 2016
• ISBN: 9781514434390

Arthur Richter

Hello, I’m Arthur Richter, the author of The Carl Hildridge Journals. This the first of a trilogy that came to me when I was traveling the United States at sixteen, riding the rails down South. That’s right, I would listen to hobos telling their tall tales just to pass the time. I thought I would tell one of my own. Of course, leaving a lot more to tell for the others to follow. I hope you become as enthralled as I did when I wrote them. They do become pretty enthralling.

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Copyright © 2016 by Arthur Richter.

Library of Congress Control Number:   2016900221

ISBN:      Hardcover      978-1-5144-3441-3

                Softcover        978-1-5144-3440-6

                eBook            978-1-5144-3439-0

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

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Rev. date: 01/06/2016

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Contents

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Prologue

A mind is nothing more than a sponge that continuously absorbs knowledge. It’s a memory bank that can be analytical, psychological, philosophical, as well as fantastical and creative.

The eyes see; the mind interprets as to what they see. Association, memories, along with opinions, beliefs, as well as aspirations and fears, all are being coordinated within a span of a second to formulate reactions, reasoning, and emotional responses. All this is going on in your head twenty-four hours a day. To merely look on a person’s mind, one would never think that it is capable of performing so many functions spontaneously.

Have you ever wondered why no two minds are the same or why it is that he or she is smarter than the other? How could it be possible that one’s eyes are blinded yet their intelligence surpasses your own as well as others on different levels, or how a genius in one thing is a total idiot in something else?

Though there are many theories on the working of the mind, you must take into consideration those who’re theorizing. No one knows for certain of the vastness or the limitations of the mind’s capacity to store knowledge or how it utilizes it to further benefit the person’s way of rationalizing how to use it. One has to admit it does go beyond spontaneous reaction, reflexes, or one’s basic instincts.

We all learn that one plus one equals two, or does it? Is this the beginning or the end of what you’re attempting to relate to right now?

Logic tells us only that which we are instructed to believe. If one believes, they accept it as factual based on the way they’re mentally orchestrated by those who’ve already learned the process of rationalization.

That which you’re about to read is open to opinion as well as to criticism. It’s authenticity is, in fact, questionable, but in actuality, it does leave a lot of doubts in one’s mind. You yourself must evaluate its credibility.

Chapter 1

I sat at my desk, writing the last page of my incredible story, knowing that if it were ever told, no one would ever believe a word of it even though I’m the living proof that it did, in fact, happen.

I couldn’t help but wonder about all those that lost their lives and why I was the only one that managed to escape with mine, yet I sit here, wanting to go back, not to relieve all the horrors, but to just live as no living person has ever lived before.

My incredible tale began on August 1, 1966. It was my birthday. I just turned twenty-six. I was lying in bed, gazing out my bedroom window. It was too beautiful of a day to go to work; however, I got out of bed, shaved, showered, and dressed then proceeded to go downstairs into the kitchen. I prepared myself ham and eggs and was just finishing my second cup of coffee when the phone rang. I went to answer it.

It was Donna, my boss from work. She called to find out why I wasn’t at work. I told her that I was sick. She told me if I wanted my job tomorrow, I better get my butt into work. I said I quit, hung up, and went back to my coffee.

The phone rang again. Once again I picked up the receiver, instinctively speaking into it. Forget you, boss lady, I said that I quit! This time, instead of going back to the kitchen table, I went out into the living room to open the front door to just stand in the open doorway, looking out, seeing how beautiful it was outside, still hearing the phone ringing in my ear.

Damn, doesn’t she ever give up? I frustratingly said to myself, turning to look back at the kitchen door, instantly noticing that something was very strange about it. It was a different color.

All right, I unnervingly spoke out. Just what’s going on here? I walked toward the kitchen door to investigate the phenomena, thinking my mind was pulling some sort of a practical joke as I came to a stop, standing before it. The door was a light blue, and it was still blue, but still, there still appeared to be something unusual about it. I touched it; the color didn’t rub off.

All right! I shouted out, aggravated, pushing my way through the swinging kitchen door, coming to a startling stop just inside the kitchen, finding myself standing on the deck of a luxury liner, seeing my boss, Donna, lying stretched out on a lounge chair, wearing the most revealing two-piece bathing suit that I had ever seen in my life.

My first reaction was that of confusion, as anyone’s would be. Then bewilderment took over. I stood totally boggled, wondering what was happening, looking all around me for the kitchen door but unable to see it anywhere.

Well, well, Robert, Donna spoke out, getting my attention. You don’t look sick to me. You best have yourself another job. You’re fired! Well, don’t just stand there with that dumbfounded look on your face, come on over here.

I walked over to her, stopping to stand beside the lounge chair, ogling her femininity.

Well, Robert, when you get tired of looking, maybe you wouldn’t mind sitting?

Yeah, sure. I plopped down the lounge chair beside hers, still not being able to comprehend what was happening. This has to be some sort of a dream or something, I said, mystified.

Well, you should know, you’re the one having it. I can assure you, you wouldn’t get me to wear something like this suit I’m wearing if it weren’t, but seeing how it’s only a dream and it’s your birthday, why not take the utmost advantage of it and make love to me as well? Seeing how you left me with very little modesty as it is, you might as well take my venture as well.

She didn’t have to ask twice. Just as I was about to do just that, I found myself lying back in my bed again, gazing out the bedroom window.

Damn! I frustratingly yelled out, slamming my fist down on the mattress. I was so damn close too!

The phone on my nightstand table rang. I answered it. It was Donna.

Damn you, Robert! she shouted into my ear. You stupid jerk! You had your chance, and you blew it! You’re fired! She angrily expressed her frustrations by