Autistic Human Lab Rat
Remembering Past Life Events
I am finishing my new novel, "An Autistic Life - Visions of Past Lifetimes' Futures". It is a sequel to my previous novel, "Old Zino". Until I get the sequel published, here is another excerpt from the new book.
Suppose you are awoken one night. You experience total clarity and ease of thought like never before in this life. You are quickly able to remember many details from each of your many past lifetimes lived. This happened to Steve Gandy one night in 2006. For the first week she was very happily awake, able to use her whole mind without encumbrances. Where before having a conversation with anyone outside her immediate family was like trying to wade through thick quicksand, she now could converse freely. She could read a book or article on any subject — not just a narrow range of topics — and not fall asleep quickly, compulsively, not being able to remember later what she had read or even that she had been interested.
After that, she started remembering many hard and bone-chilling facts of her experiences in former lifetimes. That is when she understood what her world would likely look like in the future, this lifetime. It was not a pretty picture. Depression dropped down on her like a planet impacting exactly where she lay, in a fetal position, ready to give up. She was certainly not the person she had been her first lifetime. No one is. The soul refinery, which is the purpose of this shared matrix, continues its work. We have all lived multiple lifetimes.
Waking up and remembering many scary events that occurred in past lifetimes, always after being awoken, brought overwhelming emotional stress in Steve's mind. Within a couple of months she was deeply depressed and unable to work during much of 2007. But, her true homelessness did not begin until New Year's day, 2009.
As for technology and government, Steve developed a definite hate for the global technocracy that always developed in previous lifetimes. The abuse of power by such a One World government was always connected with a global AI mind, whose brain was composed of powerful centralized computer systems. The best remedy for the inevitable "SkyNet" problem is to keep all computing distributed and to never allow true AI to exist.
The importance of keeping to distributed computing cannot be overstated. When a SkyNet "beast" becomes self-aware and threatens humanity, as has happened many times in past lifetimes, the majority of people can instantly stop it. They simply power down their computers and smartphones, then server centers pull the plug on their distributed servers. This instantly degrades the beast's "brain" by reducing the total processing nodes, destroying its sentience. With centralized computing, especially as server Clouds, such a logical and natural occurrence — artificial intelligence with self-awareness — can quickly take over the processes of Earth's economies. It will take control of all monetary transactions for every person on Earth. Mammon worship will come home to roost. It will control people through control of the money system. Intelligent people must have the will and know how to walk away from ever-present computing. We must all be ready to go off grid within an hour of such an occurrence.
Humanity's extraterrestrial enemies can always use centralized ANYTHING against us, because then there is no democratic control possible. With distributed computing networks, every person's vote really does count. Especially against out of control technology. Let us ban cloud computing as well as banning all unregulated research into artificial intelligence.
Distributed computing is one possible remedy for an out-of-control AI monster (beast). With millions of physical off switches, instead of only 1 or a few, democracy can always stop it. Because there are always those arrogant people who assume they will always have control over a centralized system, we must oppose them and outlaw their attempts to build an AI monster; the Beast of prophesy.
Those that cannot see the significant problems that centralized computing, Artificial Intelligence, and fusion bombs can produce, simply cannot remember the future as it occurred in previous lifetimes. Steve had died from, and sometimes endured, many sad endings for humanity in lifetimes previous, from all these causes. She was a person of knowing, not blindly believing or speculating. She knew this truth.
There was a special meet-and-greet day of introduction and preparation for children soon to be kindergarteners, in the summer of 1965. It was in Villegreen, Colorado, at an old sandstone one-room school house when Steve was 4 years old. That small school had long been abandoned in favor of busing all students to the public school in Kim, 15 miles away.
Only mothers and children were in attendance. While the mothers prepared a picnic the children played on prairie grass nearby, unattended. Steve stayed to herself, watching the other kids running around hollering and playing simple social games. Whenever they tried to involve her she resisted. After a while one of the larger boys came up to Steve and demanded she play games with him. She ignored him. He took offense at this and started calling her names and grabbed her arms, trying to force her to join the group he had been dominating.
After Steve pulled away and shoved him to the ground, he ran up and knocked her down. The larger boy easily pinned her to the ground with his knees, keeping both her arms jammed to her sides. He picked up a large rock and grinned as he brought it up in the air over Steve's head. Just as he started to bash in Steve's head, she used her psychokinesis to cause it to fly several feet away, startling the would-be murderer. It was a very disturbing event in Steve's young life. When she started kindergarten in the fall, a few months later, she anxiously inquired of her mother, whether that mean kid would be in the school with her. Her mother assured her he would not, saying, "Oh no! Don't you worry one bit about that Steve. That kid ain't gonna' be there. They had to put him in a special place where he couldn't hurt anybody else... there was something really wrong with him."
Steve and her family lived in an in-situ human laboratory; wherever they lived, since the late 1940s. Special interest was paid to Steve, starting in 1966. After that, Steve was always watched by autism researchers. It was her "special" abilities that seemed to invoke the decision by someone in power to include her in a list of individuals so designated. She was not the first, and would not be the last, to be forced to live in a in-situ fish bowl. As one of her high school classmates once told her, she lived in a "filtered society". Quite correct he was, too. She had lived many lifetimes within this invisible cage. The cage worked in two ways. It kept "society" safe from miscreant Homo infomaticus people. It kept safe people of this sub-species from being murdered by xenophobic, pitchfork and flaming torches waving, homicidal Homo sapiens.
The first in-situ lab that Steve was ever aware of was located in an apartment building on Gang Ranch, in British Columbia, Canada. After revealing herself to have special intelligence in the first grade there in 1966, her first grade teacher must have filed a special report with her superiors. She definitely approached Rosey to ask how it was possible that their "son" already knew multiplication tables well. Rosey had no idea what the teacher was talking about.
A couple of months later, an older man and woman along with a blonde "granddaughter" moved into the apartment across the hall from the Gandys. The man claimed to be a carpenter. The young girl stayed in the apartment always, and did not attend school. This was Steve's first memory of an encounter with autism researchers and a fully autistic peer. The man and the woman were both researchers. They were watching her interactions with the autistic blonde girl through a one-way window that made one wall of her room look like a mirror. The girl instantly came awake and astonished Steve with adult-like conversations whenever she felt they were completely alone.
When the Gandys moved from Canada back to Colorado in 1968, there was an in-situ lab in the basement of their house on a cattle ranch. The whole family was studied, both by the occasional researcher posing as someone else and by a live-in watcher. The Gandys were asked by Joe's boss, the owner of the Stilson ranch, to allow a young cowboy to live in their basement. He was in his mid 20s and supposedly had "cowboy sleeping sickness". He was to sleep in a bed in their basement for up to 20 hours per day. But, Steve caught glimpses of the young man peering at her and Clyde playing in the backyard. The 25 year old cowboy lived in their rough basement, sleeping in a big four-poster bed in the middle of the floor. But, Steve had noticed him up and about and peering at the two boys, small notebook in hand, noting his observations of the Gandy family. Joe was quite suspicious, as he was fairly certain he had never heard of such an illness.
Two years later, at the Smith ranch in Montana, there was another cowboy watcher. This time he supposedly had fallen off a hay wagon and sustained brain damage. The whole Smith Ranch was an in-situ human lab. As on the Stilson Ranch, a person with which there was no need to communicate, lived in their basement. Steve caught him noodling in a notebook, as well. Of course, Steve — like the other 3 in her family — always forgot such suspicious activity with in a few minutes. Autism research in action.