Naked Runner
By Steve Wardrip

Has it ever occurred to you that every thought you have is from what others taught you, what they thought already, the process, the thinking that you do, is it yours or is it someone else’s?
If there are any secrets, we don’t know what they are. We like to think that there is nothing that we can’t think. True, we can think anything we want but if there are thoughts, and there are, that others keep as private property, we can’t possibly know what they are, or can we? A good rule of thumb when listing possibilities is that it has been said, ‘With God All Things Are Possible.’ Keeping this in mind, imagine yourself knowing the secrets of others. Mental Telepathy? Channelling? Mediumship? Spiritualism? No, not the last one, spirituality is the art of contacting and communicating with the dearly departed. We want ‘LIVE’ silent communication. How to do it is easy. The consequences of doing it are remarkable. What is dynamic is the instant the other’s thought is generated, it’s intercepted and transferred to your mind. You know who it’s from and see/think the actual snapshot of the specific thought. Some thoughts can be complicated, but with it comes the process of thought that arranged it to be coherent. Simple or complicated, it’s simply amazing, the process. Being a part of the process is a good clue of how to do it.
Listen, I have my ways and they may not be like your ways. I know you hear it all the time, but as usual, you must find your own way. We are each unique. We are each different. We are all the same. We are all equal. Intelligence is evolved from lesser minds of the past, or… degraded from the brilliance man once knew? Are we too smart for our own good? Are we educated idiots? Can we be civilized? Can we be barbaric? Can we be beneficial to one another? Can we survive in the long run or will man kill himself off? Who are we?
Keep your answers to yourself. If I want to know, I’ll read your mind.
A long time ago, not that it matters when, two brothers were riding bikes side by side. Soon, a girl passed them going very fast on her bike. The boys were startled and sped up to catch her just out of curiosity as to why she was going so fast. She kept pedalling, frantically. They asked her what was wrong and she told them that she was being chased by a man with a gun. She started screaming that they had to get away, to hide. The brothers felt obliged to help. They sped up with her. They asked if she could see the man now. She said no and one boy suggested they duck into the thick forest they were riding through. At first she was terrified, but when she thought about it, she agreed and they took a quick right and down a faint trail through the woods. Soon, they were resting in the crevice between several great boulders. The girl was devastated from the traumatic experience. The brothers were plotting a way to hide and protect all of them until they could reach safety. She finally calmed down and stopped shaking. She began to tell the boys what had happened to her. She said her Dad was a preacher and that her Mom died four years ago. It was just her and her Dad loving in the house. She said she was upstairs when she heard a shot downstairs. She peeked and saw her Dad was shot dead. The man was going through his pockets and stealing rings and from the jewelry box. She said her Dad gave the man money because she saw the money on the table before he took it. The girl said she sneaked down the stairs and quietly opened the door and ran. The screen door slammed shut startling the robber/murderer and she jumped on her bike and sped off. She could hear him revving up his engine and squealing out searching for her. She doubled back and evaded him. She pedaled for all she was worth and made it almost two miles before she passed the brothers. She said she had never seen the man before. She said she knew he drove a silver pickup truck, but that’s all. She knew what he looked like and she knew his voice. She would soon know who he was.
One of the brothers said to the other one, “Squeegee Board?”, a pet name they gave to a “Ouija” board they had at home. It’s a supposed ‘mystical’ device that has numbers and an alphabet with a sliding triangle that, when held by human hands, answers questions by mysteriously moving about and stopping over the letters or numbers spelling it out. The brothers had come up with their own way of playing the game without any equipment. They memorized the board and could call out the letters and numbers as they held hands and moved them around over and imaginary board. They decided they would “Squeegee” the man who was chasing the girl.
“What is his name that chases her?”, One brother asks. The boys hold hands and they move back and forth, mysteriously. Their hands go and stop, go and stop.
“The first letter is ‘C’, the second, ‘h’, ‘a’,’r’,’l’,’e’, ‘s’. ‘Charles’ is the first name.”
“The first letter of the last name is… ‘S’,’t’,’e’,’w’,’a’,’r’,’t’. ‘Stewart’ is last name. Charles Stewart is the one who chases the girl. What else can you tell me? Where is he?
“The first letter of the location is, ‘R’,’i’,’g’,’h’,’t’ ‘b’,’e’,’h’,’i’,’n’,’d’ ‘y’,’o’,’u’.
“The chaser is right behind you.
They all turn around to see Charles Stewart pointing his gun at them. Bam, Bam, Bam, all dead. Why? Because they stopped using their common sense and used witchcraft instead. They summoned up something that came and got them. The moral of this story is “God gave you common sense, use it.”
I only bring this up because I want to use it to illustrate a point. You see, I can read your mind. You were wanting this story to end with an alien craft landing, taking on passengers and flying away. You should use your mind and know that is the sequel. Use your mind. Use your common sense.

