Psychic-Darkness

A Story by Abishai100

Mr. Amlan Satan decides to apply his telekinetic powers for assistance to Belfast 'troubles' in this United Kingdom faerie-tale of incomplete-distances readings to leviathan.

A world-network paranoia tale, my magnus-opus on the IRA, with a reference to the deadly and controversial Black and Tans unit of the British-Protestant police/security forces in Northern Ireland (Belfast).

DISCLAIMER: This work of creativity offers no ties to any person(s)/body and all references used herein comprise a purely 'personal' expression of art/writing (for 'open' criticism).

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JOURNAL: "I was playing with my pen, after graduating with a med-degree in the Penn state area and honing my skills with (college-football!) video-games and made a 'discovery' concerning psychic-powers and immediately sensed my world-relevance applications for real aid/heroics in the worst corner of Western civilization, as an Earthling (American Homeland) citizen, poor/troubled/archaic Belfast, Northern Ireland (United Kingdom), where the dominant Christian sects (Catholicism/Protestantism) simply yielded unholy street-relations, between the minority (native) and majority (colonialists-descended) Euro-populations, destroying Western brotherly-focus on governance/authority for Israel-Palestine, for Selfie-commentary culture readings in the intervention of darkness (for the Ego)."

I made my way to Belfast (United Kingdom) and took-on a horrid securities frustrations 'agenda' to destroy youth-circles of Irish-Catholic men, unemployed, some drafted into the IRA for simplified life-direction, mired in smugglers-highways for blood-diamond 'solution' to the problem of poverty and idleness and anti-government insanity (wow). I began to use my telekinesis to disorient/disarm Black and Tans patrols/security stationed and 'vigorous' for creations of hellish sternness in a Euro-currency area (simply) half-neglected by the writers of Earth (damn). They were shocked at my appearance/visage (masked/costumed) and named me Psychic-Darkness. They didn't know I was an educated American of Catholic (not Irish) faith. This was a non-holy crusade for the immortal-comics machinery.

"Out of the ashes rose the Provisionals" is the saying, and I learned it quickly. I made my own/secret/cover/freelance unit for interventions, the Foreign Irish Republican Army (FIRA), since I was not from Belfast or Dublin (or even London) and made bank-robberies and machinery and vehicles and weaponry substitutions/thefts/destruction in Northern Ireland, all with my psychic-darkness powers and continued to be hailed by the Black-and-Tans, my newfound 'field goal rivals' for Hell, as Psychic-Darkness. This was (incompletely!) Facebook-like (for the Ego).

SINN FEIN: You're out of your guts/brain.

ME: I'm Psychic-Darkness, and my only concern concerns the Black/Tans, friends.

SINN FEIN: We've the 'unholy' burden of outright politics-advocacy prioritizations!

ME: I'm merely a freelance heretic, here in your Belfast for our Parliament (money).

SINN FEIN: Money is everything.

ME: I'd have some ID-crisis were I not to apply telekinesis to world solution, friends!
SINN FEIN: The Black/Tans will destroy you, Psychic-Darkness.

ME: I've something they do not, friends...immortality (believe me!).

SINN FEIN: Facebook-like?

ME: You've said it (thanx!).

PARLIAMENT: We've to control hints of terrorism for 9/11 laurels for honor, PD.

ME: As the heretic-psychic man of powers in Northern Ireland, I feel Western, heroes!

PARLIAMENT: This is madness...Catholics-Protestants relations bed Western genius.

ME: This is no time for genius but for real news...and I'm your Merlin (wow).

PARLIAMENT: Let's hope you're right...for the sake of eco-capitalism.

I returned to the American States with a feeling of crowned heroism, after making 'toast' of my deed (for Euro banks!) with a world-exchange 'reflection' culinary-treat soft/zesty (Indian) luchi-bread thanksgiving-diner plate chat(s) and yearned to cheer on the Celtics for simplified media-life and psychic-powers drowned (human) humility for happiness, perchance to find peace in marriage in New England (Boston-town!).

INTERVIEW: Investing in ice-hockey now, eh?
ME: A psychic view for post-retirement expression, with Wall-St. earning.

INTERVIEW: Winning.

ME: Ford (2009).

INTERVIEW: Happy?
ME: Without doubt (thanx).

What do you make of this fantastic tall tale of incomplete-distances readings for the banks of Euro-currency? Can a telepath have any (actual) Earthling-place for dominions-settlements? I found myself in the brain-grip(s) of the Irish Republican Army, and now I adapt this 'misadventure' of hyperbole high-art into this (secret!) time-capsule retelling, for future-world archaeologists to make for 'discovery' in the bread/fruit of time-and-space folding and dodecahedrons (for all with powers of telekinesis/teaching). Thanx for reading, and may you find some 'power' for factories.