| Thesis #1 Introduction |
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| A document written to Neuro Psychologist Dr. Thatcher at the trinity mental hospital in London England | |||||||||||||
| WARNING: The words contained in this story was released to the public as a thesis and explanations of the events on April 1st. 2030. It is a documentry of the life of patient 3635494: Ray Black. All locations and names (With an exeption fo my name) Have been changed to protect those involved with the following incidences from the years between the birth of Ray Black (April 1st, 2010) Until his death (April 1st 2030). The passage below is an explanation of all events between this 20 year period. |
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| Originaly written: April 10: 2030 | |||||||||||||
| "You can remember a single deluge only, but there were many previouse ones." The sensable words of the famouse Philosopher Plato. But it was also the saying, "There are things known, and things unknown, and in between are the doors." The words of Jim Morrison of the doors. But after these pages, these words shall no longer be true. There are things known, and things unknown, and in between, is Ray Black. Some called him notorious, others called him a monster. Or one with no human feelings. Where it is quite the contrary. He had all knowlege of his emotions. And he also had knowledge of other peoples emotions. Which is why the murders took place. I know you do not understand at this point. But soon, you will. My name is Dr. Vaskins. I am a mental analyst, or if you will prefer, a psychologist. But I do feel that mental analyst is more accurate. I believe that a psychologist listen, watch, and then they test, and then cure. But durring the Ray Black situation I only studdied. I did not test, I only assisted in the test. But in secret, I made my own evaluations on Ray Black. I was born in Dublin Ireland, but gained my psychology doctorate in Oxford. I graduated top of my class at the age of 29. Even though I was an older man I was still a pawn for mental psychology. I was appointed to assist Dr. Bernard in New York City, at Our Savior Mental Hospital. Still being what Dr. Bernard would call, "A young pup." I assisted him. But after April 1st, 2010. My life would change forever. I knew, when I saw the father pull that trigger, I knew I would never be the same. I could not help but stair at the blood as it dripped off the ceiling. Not to mention the bloodied body of the mother. The first time I saw the infant Ray Black, my heart went out for him. I do not want to say for pitty, which would insinuate that I felt sorry for this tiny little fetus which was not even old enough to cry. But most of all, I remember hos bloodied head. That, mangled thing, which...sat, on his shoulders, it looked almost exacty like jello. Or perhaps jello bone fragments in it. Because of his ability to remain alive, we called him Ray. As in Ray of light. A gift from heaven. But even after, the... incidence, or incidences, since the whole insidence was covered over a span of exactly a year. Since Dr. Bernard, was a notorious, and greedy man, who did not think of that poor mangled child, he left it up to me to hold the continuously crying child. It was almost obviouse that the mother had been hit. And she wawas also hit hard. There are so many things to talk about, it is almost unplausable to give out every little detail. We already knew the child would not live for long. But we did not expect teh child to live exactly the very second which he was born. I do not know if it was a sign, or what. Durring my time spent with little Ray Black, I began to wonder, what drives a human insane. Or drives them to the unspeakable acts which were performed by this severely misunderstood child. But then I realized what it was. It is reality. Those who are depicted as insane, are a result of reality. Who truely understand reality. As humans, we all know that reality is not exactly a tangible thing which is easily referenced. People say that Jim Morrison was insane. But through the knowledge of his poetry which I have just recently began to study, I come to realize taht he was all sanity. But he wasn't, if you can understand what I am trying to say. I do not remember who it was who said, "To find reality, one must go insane." Which is the absolute truth. When you speak reality, you are talking about the essence of life. The very meaning of it. But how much information woudl that be. People always refer to the human brain as a computer. If it is overloaded, it freezes up, gets slower, or begins to act funny. And it has been proven that the more anxiety, or the more insane a person is, the higher their intelegence. But nobody ever stops to ask why that is. A mentaly gifted human's brain runs much faster then a totaly sane person. Which means that it takes in more information per millisecond. The more information which is crammed into the computer, will evenutaly crash it. The same with the human brain. If you over load a human brain, it will begin to act funny. The same as if you didn't let a comoputer sleep. Everything needs rest at times. There is not way to catagorize how high Ray Black's IQ was. The highest most test scores go is 165. But it goes beyond that. It was beyond anything I has ever witnessed. A child learning to create an atomic bomb at the age of five years old. How is this possible? Well, I know you did not want me to give you a report on my own experience, or anything on my theories. But if you wish, I will write a thesis which will be reported to the public. As you know, the public wishes to know why New York City was evacuated ten days prior to this report. If this information is not released to the public then rumors will occure. And I would rather tell them the filtered truth, rather then rumors, which involve you, me, and Dr. Bernard. Not to mention that it will also effect, the United States, as well as England. I precieve you as my ambassitor for teh Untited States on this matter. Remember, this is not a government situation, we have already answered their questions. This is a hospital, and psychology matter. This information is important to future generations. I thank you for your time on this letter. Respectively yours, Dr. Vaskins |
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| THE BLACK JOURNAL | |||||||||||||
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