Dark Laughter Ii: Psychic Obsession

Dark

Laughter II

Psychic Obsession

Eve Halloway

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Dark Laughter II

Psychic Obsession

Copyright © 2012 by Eve Halloway.

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Contents

Introduction

New Hope

Confusion

Gloom

Despair

Hell

Relief

Feeling Flighty

Addiction

Recovery I

Recovery II

Déjà Vu

Finally Freedom

Conclusion

THE EVENTS AND DIALOGUE ARE ALL TRUE

THE NAMES OF PEOPLE, PLACES AND THINGS

HAVE BEEN CHANGED

Introduction

This book is a sequel to Dark Laughter: Portrait of a Psychic Sex Relationship. That book was a non-fiction account of my experience with psychic rape and forced psychic sex. In 2007 I was psychically raped by my manager in the dairy department of a grocery store. After that he carried on forced psychic sex. I quit the job in January of 2008, and in March I left the area. The attacks didn’t stop. Hence the sequel. I constantly called psychics for advice and support. I owe much gratitude to my psychic Meryle. She kept my sanity, and I trusted her because she didn’t always tell me what I wanted to hear. She was a straight arrow. I also carried out research into the relationship between psychic phenomena and quantum physics, and it is a fascinating relationship.

I strongly urge the reader to read the first Dark Laughter before reading this book. There are discussions about psychic phenomena, psychics and quantum physics in the first book that would enhance the reader’s understanding of the second (this) book.

New Hope

Entry 1

The last three weeks seemed to be the worst of my life. I had moved to the suburbs north of Boston to escape the nasty psychic sex relationship with my dairy manager in a grocery store near Manchester, New Hampshire. I was staying with my sister while I was looking for an apartment. My poor dog was stuck in a cage at a veterinary hospital. I was already working at another Big Discount. I was slipping rapidly into terminal frustration because I couldn’t find an apartment that would accept my dog.

Today I took my dog from the kennel and went to a local park. I remembered hiking in my own State Park with my German shepherd. After a stressful day of teaching, the park and the dog would heal me. As I walked Helen, my Doberman, the last two years fell away as though they never happened. I would be coming to this park as many times as needed for healing. The sky was blue; the trees were bare; curled brown leaves shifted in the breeze; there was snow on the ground. It was my kind of day.

Entry 2

When I started my new job, I was living in two places, was stressed out and sick with stupidity, and the joke was on me that my new trainer turned out to be a psychic Irishman.

That’s the only reason I can think of for what happened later. My trainer was grumpy, so I tried to stay out of his orbit and do what I was told. In my experience Irishmen are dark and complex, and this one would prove to be no different. But for me at the time, life was about survival, emotional and otherwise. I didn’t want it complicated by another man of any stripe.

I called my psychic the previous night. I really needed to talk. I said to her, Dev is still invading my bladder.

Let’s see about him.

’Kay.

He’s angry.

I know. He’s been coming into my bladder. He knows that’s the way to get under my skin.

He misses you… It’s kind of a crisis for him… He depended on you…

Yeah… I was the reason he came to work… I feel so guilty for leaving him alone…

He’s confused… He loves you…

What is the future for us?

He won’t leave his wife. I drew a card of a man greedily grasping his money bag.

You always say that!

I always say what I see… I always say the truth.

Yep!

OK, I continued. If the book makes money, would he marry me?

Yes, I think he would go with you and marry you.

I will omit the rest of the conversation because it is highly unlikely that Dev will marry me no matter how rich I become from the mythical sales of these books.

Entry 3

My days were depressing during these months. Grocery stores were no fun without Dev. Missing Dev would be a drag on my mind for months to come. I was smoking a cigarette in my truck when he came in. I greeted him with enthusiasm.

Baby, I said. Is it really you? I am so glad you are here. I miss you so much!

He was in for a long time and did such nice things to me. I went on, It is truly amazing that we are 150 miles from each other… It boggles the mind… But I feel so close to you…

H started to play with my nub.

That feels great, I said. Go ahead and play as much as you want, and I’ll talk… But please don’t come into my bladder… I’ll see you frequently when I come up to see my grandchildren… You know, if you had acknowledged the psychic relationship and stayed out of my bladder, I would be still up there… They were the issues all along…

I said a lot of other things of fascination only to lovers, and after a long time he faded. Believe it or not, I was cheered by Dev’s visit. I had to be really low for that!

Entry 4

Dev came in while my sister and I were returning home from dinner.

I can’t entertain you right now, I told him. I’ll be back to my truck in five minutes. Hang on.

It was more than five minutes, but he hung on. In my truck he did nice things to my nub. I talked to him and said the things he liked to hear. He became stronger as I talked. He was in a long time.

At my sister’s later I curled up with a book, one of my favorite activities. In DLI I had discussed the role of quantum physics in consciousness and psychic phenomena. Taking a page (or ten) from quantum physicists, I had indicated that psychic phenomena or PSI, originates in the brain, perhaps in the synapses between the neurons. I had also indicated that psychic energy is capable of traveling great distances.

In doing the research for this book, I found suggestions that psychic energy might not travel any distance at all. I also found new information about quantum theory. The quantum events I knew about were (simplified): 1) twinned objects affect each other at a distance, 2) an electron can move to another orbit without traversing the space in between, 3) the observer collapses the wave of possibilities, resulting in an event or a particle, 4) one cannot measure the position of an object such as an electron and its velocity at the same time.

Enter Bruce Rosenblum and Fred Kuttner with their book Quantum Enigma and their atom, mirror and two boxes. They say it’s been demonstrated using these things that an atom can be in two places at once. That must be another characteristic of quantum mechanics.

Also in the book there is an interesting discussion about how light and other entities can be both a particle and a wave. It is explained simply in Quantum Enigma. Light isn’t composed of waves that spread out as they travel. The authors explain the origin of the term quantum enigma. Quantum enigma refers to the fact that light is both a particle and a wave. I suppose that this another characteristic of quantum mechanics.

Entry 5

George and Mary. Mary was my assistant manager and the sweetest person. One day she asked me how I liked the job.

I love it, I answered.

Good. I think we’ll keep you. George thinks you’re awesome.

Well!

Mary was physically affectionate to everyone, and she liked me a lot. It made me want to do anything for her. George, as I said, was my trainer, and very grumpy. I didn’t have any idea that he thought I was awesome. He barely spoke to me.

Today he insulted me. I tried to push a cart between two pallets and discovered it wouldn’t fit.

George asked, Were you a blond once?

No, I answered. And I’m not dumb, either.

And then I gave him and my manager Ted a big toothy grin. I went out to work. Soon, George came by on his way home.

Hey, babe, you did OK today, he announced.

Perhaps he thought I was annoyed with him. I wasn’t. That was the second time he came to say good-bye before leaving. I felt a potential for a connection such as I had with Dev, a connection that would jerk me into the middle of next week. Little did I know, it would be déjà vu all over again. I kept my head down and steered clear, because it felt like very dangerous territory. And I thought, he’s stronger than Dev. He’s twice the size of Dev.

Later I had a sense of queasiness about George. I asked the Liberator what to do about the situation. I received the message that I had never been loved into being. My whole personality is a façade, an attempt to hide the deep emotional vulnerability underneath.

That emotional weakness causes me to fall under the control of these men, and they can spot me coming. The solution was to stay away from him and keep busy. Never show weakness or vulnerability. On hindsight, I should have listened to the angel. But my stress and depression led me straight to terminal idiocy.

Entry 6

I had finally found a decent apartment that would allow my dog, and today I moved. We were well on our way to Boston, my nephew driving the U-Haul van, when my cell phone rang.

Is this Eve?

Yes.

Eve, you took the wrong truck.

Oh?

It’s OK. We just need the number off your truck because we don’t know which truck you took.

OK. We stopped our trucks, called in the number on the truck and went on our way.

Later, we were 15 minutes from my apartment, and my cell phone rang again.

Am I speaking to Eve?

Yes.

This is the regional manager of U-Haul and you have the wrong truck!

That has already been established.

They’ll have to charge you for the longer truck.

I don’t think so. They didn’t come out and show us which truck to take.

The problem is you don’t have a contract for that truck.

This truck will be back at the U-Haul terminal at Port Street within the hour.

They close at five. You’ll have to leave it.

Whatever.

Goodbye.

They never did charge me for the longer truck.

Entry 7

It was a long day at work today. And lonely. But George was nice to me. For the third time he stopped on his way out of the store. He told me to put more cereal on a stack base. Was that an excuse to stop and talk? Dev used excuses shortly after I started working for him.

Entry 8

I had been cleaning the Manchester apartment the last two days. Last night I slept on the bedroom floor. I woke up at 2:47 am with a crazy dream. In the dream two Beings were having a heated argument. One was the Devil, and the other was God or an angel. It was difficult to tell who was who because they were dressed alike. They both wore suits, and they were both quite handsome gentlemen. The Devil had given Man his military toys and supported him in his self-esteem. The Devil was pointing to the military hardware, but it was understood that the military toys extended to all of Mankind’s toys.

Suddenly, the Devil stopped arguing and skipped past some now visible human observers (I was one). He said, Have a nice day. to us. But then the Devil turned into a pretty young woman, who in turn became a young girl with upside-down letters on her face. I was afraid to come close to her to read the letters because she seemed dangerous.

When I woke up at 2:47 I stayed up and started cleaning. I went to the Big D at 7:00 and had coffee with Dev. He was seriously bent that I had moved. I picked that up from his body language, because he didn’t show it on the surface. We kissed and hugged when I left.

With hindsight I discovered the meaning of the dream. The Devil was Dev. The angel was the Liberator. The Liberator emasculated Dev. As you will see later, he was no longer able to have psychic intercourse. When he told us to have a nice day in such a casual manner, he was trying to save face. Unfortunately, though, the Liberator didn’t take away Dev’s ability to harass me psychically.

When Dev (the Devil) pointed out all the military toys, he was very proud of them. This may have been an attempt on Dev’s part to convince the Liberator of his good intentions regarding me. That’s just a guess, though.

Entry 9

After my initial three weeks on days, I was put on evenings. George would give me some idea of what I should do, and then he would go home. After that, I was on my own, often with nothing to do. One day I tried to help a stocker with his cart, at which he became nasty. Another day I went into the back for stock to take out, and was faced with, That’s already been worked! every time I touched something. My frustration was building. I had a confrontation on the receiving dock with an outrageous manager. I was becoming more dissatisfied with the job everyday.

I like to be busy, so I gradually made the job my own. I pulled cardboard from the shelves. I went to Customer Service and collected returns to put back on the shelves. I went around the aisles picking up items that customers had simply dropped: 40 pound bags of dog food, cosmetics, videos, you-name-it, I picked it up and put it back where it belonged. I also did deep zoning, which means straightening a mod of drink mixes, sauces, or any other messy mod. So gradually I became very busy. The job was mine, but I was very lonely.

I kept a large cart for my cardboard in Action Alley. It was 10 minutes before the end of my shift, and the cart was full. Before I left for the night, I would take the cardboard to the bailer.

So, 10 minutes before the end of my shift, a woman wearing jeans and no badge walked by me.

She said, Are you doing returns?

Yes, since dinner.

Well, make sure you take your cart back, she said peremptorily.

I don’t need another associate telling me what to do, I answered coldly. I thought she was a night associate.

Come to the back with me, she demanded.

What for? Are you a manager?

Yes.

You don’t have a badge on, I pointed out.

We went to the UPC room where two male managers materialized to support her. She started to piss and moan about my disrespect.

I said, You don’t have a badge on, and I didn’t like your tone of voice. You aren’t my manager, anyway.

You don’t scream at anybody, manager or associate.

I didn’t scream at you. I was as calm as ice.

The male said, This is disrespect. It’s a verbal coaching.

I ignored him and said, My name is Eve. What is your name?

Sue.

Sue, you haven’t convinced me of anything.

This is a verbal coaching, again from the male.

Sue, I didn’t like your tone of voice.

Eve, are you a new associate? this from the male.

Yes, but I’ve worked at another grocery store.

You can get your cardboard and leave.

Thank you.

What’s your last name?

Gobbledegook.

Let them try to find that in their computer!

I had been back in my role as a teacher, looking down my nose at an obnoxious teenager. I could sense that she was confused, flailing for arguments. It’s great being over 60. People have an uphill battle when they try to intimidate me.

I wanted to file an harassment complaint, but I called my psychic, and she advised me against it. She also saw a disconnect between that store and me. And she was right.

I called Dev at 4:00 am at the store. He advised me to tell my manager about the incident before I did anything else. He also told me he loved me, which was very unusual.

Entry 10

I didn’t get fired, and nothing at all came of the incident. I told George about it the next morning.

We’ve had trouble with her before, was his only comment.

I told my new manager about the incident, and he was good about it. He told me that something similar had happened to him.

Entry 11

Last night someone came in with a psychic broom handle. Work is so lonely. It’s just not the same without Dev. And then I came home to my apartment and my dog and realized what it was all about.

I suddenly realized that being emotionally involved with Dev was causing my misery, and that I would need to end it. That turned out to be a non-starter, though.

On my first break today, the broom handle came in. I didn’t know whether it was Dev or George. There had been some psychic things going on between George and me.

Dev, is that you, sweetheart? I asked.

Silence.

I didn’t know you could do something like this, but I have to know it’s you. Please say it’s you.

Again, silence.

George?

Silence.

If you don’t identify yourself, I will ask the angel to drive you away.

He or they didn’t, so I did.

Entry 12

I’ve never dealt with Dev’s possible jealousy. The result of that could range from irritating to dangerous. If I flirted with another man at work, he would say, Are you cheating on me? It was all in fun, of course. But now things have changed. And I’m not sure he can’t spy on me. I remember the incident in which I was reading the book on witchcraft. He was definitely spying on me then.

The reason I was concerned is that I was beginning to involve myself with George at work. He gave me some attention, and I gave him some attention. George was another of those gloomy Irishmen that I’m doomed to meet time after time. I thought I had learned my lesson about becoming involved with these men, and I had no intention of involving myself again. At least my intentions were good. And I worried,