Which Egos Playground: The boundaries must be kept

By J C Brandt

When Arthur was a child, he possessed incredible abilities that gradually faded as he grew up. Despite his numerous degrees and endless search for answers, his theories were consistently shattered. Just as he's about to give up, an old friend pays him a visit and reveals a shocking truth that turns his wo

• Language: English
• Publisher: J.Brandt
• Release date: Feb 23, 2024
• ISBN: 9781738328925

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Which Ego’s Playground

Chapter 1 ———-Nothing is real

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He got up, opened the window, and lit his pipe. He loved the cherry-musk flavor of his pipe tobacco. He was in between meetings; his next one was in 20 minutes. So, he was getting a couple of draws from his pipe before they came. Plus, it helped him think. He had studied for so many years and gotten so many diplomas, certificates, and degrees, but he still didn’t feel any closer to the answer he had sought out all his life. It was the only reason he got so many different degrees, but so far, nothing. At the moment, he was working as a child psychologist but was more of a parapsychologist; however, this was not recognized by the institute he was working for at the moment. Most, if not all, of the children he is seeing right now are kids with normal disorders. He was glad to help them get through their struggles, but he was looking for a special kind of disorder that wasn’t a disorder at all. But it did worry parents. His parents panicked until he stopped telling them things. After that, they didn’t look so scared of him. He didn’t like it when they would give him that look. He always felt bad. There was a knock at the door, and Paige popped her head in and said, Sir, your 3 o'clock is here. Thanks, Paige; give me five, then send them in. OK, sir. She closed the door. Arthur snuffed out his pipe and put it away. He closed the window and sat at his desk, got his paper and pen out, and waited. The door knocked again, and Paige popped her head in again and asked, Sir, are you ready? Yes, I am; let them in; thank you, Paige, he said. Paige let them in and closed the door. Both the mother and the child looked very tense when they came in. Sit, please, Arthur offered. They both pulled up chairs and sat down. They had been to see him only one other time, and neither of them would talk, so it was a very awkward situation. He had a plan this time to try to get them to talk. Hello, Mrs. Wisemen, how are you? he held out his hand. She shook his hand. I am good; thank you, Mr. Newinstalf, she replied cheerfully. Good day to you, Miss Agatha, and how are you? he said to the little girl. He held out his hand, and she shook it and said, Hi.

Good, now that formalities are out of the way, I wanted to tell you a story about something that happened to me when I was maybe 2 or 3 years old, Miss Agatha. Would you like to hear it? he asked. She nodded her head yes. He cleared his throat and began.

It was in the afternoon, and my mother was putting me down for a nap in my room. I lay there getting cozy and closed my eyes. But I kept opening them. Then, one day, I opened my eyes, and my bedroom window appeared to be filled with water. I put my head under my blanket and closed my eyes. That only lasted a few seconds, and I had to check if it was still like that. And it was. Then I looked at it longer, and it started to talk to me, but I couldn’t understand what it was saying. I was 3 years old or so. I dove my head under my blankets again, but this time I put my fingers in my ears and closed my eyes under the blanket. I was so scared and curious. Finally, it went away. After I had finally fallen asleep under my blanket, I felt safest under my blanket.

When he finished, Agatha was looking at him wide-eyed. Did that happen to you? she asked. Yes, it did, Agatha, he answered. Sometimes, mommies' pictures talk to me, but I don’t know what they are saying. I don’t like to go in those rooms; it scares me, she said. Her mother nudged her. Mrs. Wisemen, do you know the pictures she is talking about? he asked. Yes, I do, but Mr. Newinstalf, they do not talk! she said, a little agitated. To you, they would not, for your life is built on boundaries and apparent natural laws, he said. She looked at him perplexed. I have written many papers on this phenomenon. However, it is so far unprovable; I only have theories and experiences of my own, and your daughter is one of five people I have met in my travels, excluding myself, he said. Now, the terrible thing about it was that three of them were false. So, only your daughter has this ability; however, due to her age and exposure, your daughter will lose it soon.

You mean it will stop soon? she asked with relief. Unfortunately, yes, he replied. What do you mean? Unfortunately, this is great news; my husband and I thought she was insane. Arthur looked at Agatha and asked, "When was the last time they talked to you, and is there anything else that