Kennebec7 White Darkness

"Starting with the tips of your toes, and working slowly up the entire length of your body, imagine yourself becoming transparent.

While you do this, repeat the word "invisible" in your head.

If you do this correctly, you should take about five minutes to reach the top of your head. By now you'll be subconsciously aware of how long it takes for five minutes to pass, and you'll be surprised at how accurate you can be. In total, you'll think of the word "invisible" about 60 times during those five minutes."

Ty Callison for Kennebec 7

A lot of folks look at me strangely if I try to explain this stuff to them. But they haven’t really seen me when the strange stuff is happening. That said, I realize that on this Kennebec 7 project, you hear about a lot of things you’ve never heard before, or else you didn’t believe it when you heard it.

Actually to give credit where credit is due, I should mention that one of you in this group has contacted me, and has shown me he knows a lot about what I’m going to try to explain here.

I see dead people. I hear dead people. Probably more often than I’d like. It’s not always the same way, this phenomenon. I don’t believe they’re going to put this part of my story in the movie they’re planning, White Darkness. But I think I should tell you how it all started.

It started way back near the end of the Vietnamese War. I fell in love with a Vietnamese girl when I was just twenty. Phuong had a daughter by me. We named her Lily. My daughter was just eleven months old when one of those ammo dumps blew up while Phuong and her were passing by. I wanted to die right then and there. I’d joined the Marines when I was seventeen. I got over to Nam and discovered that I had no wish to kill people. Still don’t. As a policeman now for more than twenty-five years here in Phoenix, I’ve used my weapon only at times of extreme duress.

Well, back in Nam, after I lost Phuong and Lily, I didn’t feel there was much to live for. Certainly not with all the killing going on. I had nightmares and daymares, the whole shebang, and life simply isn’t worth living when your head is filled up with those things. I drank too much and used various substances that were freely available in those times, to try to get those horrors out of my head. Just then, out of nowhere, one night I saw my first dead person. It was Phuong. She had Lily with her, but my daughter wasn’t a baby anymore. She was like about seven. Lovely and sweet as all get out.

Phuong stood there at the end of my bed, looking at me with this sweet, sad smile. She wasn’t in my reality, so to speak, but she was there. I heard her voice most clearly. She said, “Tyrone, we will be with you at all times. You will live a long and important life, and we will help you when you need us most. Stop trying to kill yourself. We are well. When your work is finished, we will be together again.”

Phuong’s words are as clear in my mind today as they were the night I heard them in Nam. I have seen them on various occasions since that night. I’ve got to do my thing, man-up, so to speak. Phuong and Lily don’t hold my hand, but they give me some insights that might not have entered my mind without them.

Anyway, you’re doubtless more interested in the spirit, Billy McCrae, who’s the villain in the movie they’re planning to make. Well, that business even still amazes me. The fact that Billy and I had actually been friends a century earlier in Brazil, in a past life. I could see all that bad stuff happening just as clear as I saw Phuong and Lily, but it happens pretty fast. It doesn’t play out slow like our normal time does. Then Billy was still going down hill, so to speak, in his present life, and after they killed him in prison, he didn’t know where he was anymore. As I understand it, he could see things happening here on earth, but he didn’t have a body.

That was his deal. He wanted a body to use so he could get his revenge here on earth. I guess he had pretty rare taste in bodies when he selected Carmen. I don’t want to confuse you too much from the get go, but Billy and I had known Carmen back in that past life in Brazil, too. That’s one reason why I still visit Carmen in the institution.

Well, sorry to have to break this off. I just got a call. Somebody just found a body in a parking garage. That’s what I handle in my present life. But I’ll get back to you here on Kennebec 7 next week.

Adios,

Ty Callison

03/21/2010