Psi-Earth - 2 - A targeted hero


This is the second in a series of blog articles developing a story idea that I've called 'Psi-Earth'. Psi-Earth is an Alternative Earth story where the world is the same as the modern-day but it is a world where the ideas I've developed in my book 'How science shows that almost everything important we've been told is wrong' are correct and are being actively used by secret groups. The tragedy of 'Psi-Earth' is that human-kind is capable of psi-abilities but unfortunately, secret and powerful groups are keeping humanity blind to their own abilities in order that the ones who do use psi-abilities can maintain a critical advantage and control of power on Earth. It's a dark, dramatic, tense scenario that could make a very good novel or two. Rather than hide its development away in a notebook, I thought I'd blog its development instead while I work on my science fiction comedy novel.

The previous and first blog on Psi-Earth explained the setup, of a group of heroes, newly developing their psi abilities, who become the target of these secret groups.

In this article, I thought I'd focus on a single character and flesh out how he develops his ability, ends up in the cross-hairs of the secret elites but stays alive. Let's call him Xander (as it's quite a cool name and has a 'X' in it). Xander is a young man who becomes intrigued by the writings of people like Ingo Swann, Robert Jahn, Jim Marrs and others. He uses resources on the internet and practices doing the psi abilities they describe. Xander finds he does have an ability at these psi-skills. Unfortunately for Xander, he makes the naive mistake of sending examples of what he's achieved to a remote viewing organisation. What he doesn't realise is that the organisation is a 'honey pot', created by one of the secret elite to unearth anyone with psi abilities.

Xander's first realisation that he's made a mistake and that he's a target comes when he senses that he himself is being remote viewed. One evening, shortly after sending his material to the organisation, Xander 'sees' the presence of two individuals in his own front room. [When Xander was young, the house he lived in was haunted. At first, Xander didn't know there was a ghost present but bad dreams, a cold 'presence' and the behaviour of his cat convinced him that a bodiless spirit did inhabit his house. He tried to focus, to be aware, to perceive where the ghost might be. After some effort, he realised that he could make out the location of the ghost; it wasn't physically visible but it was detectable. Xander describes it to a friend as though 'the light in a certain part of the room is polarised, as if something is standing there and influencing that space so it becomes altered, like the faintest of mirages']. In his living room, Xander realises that the two individuals whose presence he can detect are like ghosts. He also realises that they are remote viewing his home. Those two individuals are physically somewhere else but they have moved their mental location to his home in order to report on it and him; they are checking him out.

Xander realises with cold dread that he's made a calamitous mistake. No one is going to write back to him and congratulate him on his newly developed psi abilities. Instead, he's now marked as a problem, a rival, a potential pebble in the shoe of those that secretly influence and control Earth.

Shortly after this experience, Xander is invited to an event at the South Bank Centre in London. He's pleasantly surprised that he's been invited and is looking forward to it but in the night, he has a dark portentous dream. Shaken by the experience, he uses his remote viewing skills to explore what might happen at that future event in London. The result is immediately clear; his 'view' of the event is dominated by a large pool of blood. If his remote viewing skills are correct and if everything proceeds as expected, then someone's going to stab him to death at that location on that day. Xander decides to go regardless; he can't honestly believe anyone would kill him just because he had some low level psi skills. He travels to the South Bank Centre but he stays alert. On the way to the event, he notices suspicious characters, tough-looking men who seem to be acting as lookouts. At the last moment, he turns away from the normal route to the venue and approaches it from a side-route. The rest of the day proceeds as normal, but Xander is rattled; did he just survive an ambush or not?

Thus begins Xander's period as a targeted man. He is torn between different views. Is he really being targeted? Is a secret group really trying to kill him? Is it just paranoia? He knows that almost no one else would believe him if he explained his suspicions. He is entirely on his own.