NOSTALGIA
Reflections of a Sexual Predator
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As his transformation was progressing, he was sure that he would be able to learn all the natural laws of the universe and visit universes on the sub-atomic level. He was now having instantaneous glimpses of the answers to the great questions that confronted the human mind. He was confident that he solved the origin of this present universe when he saw it being created by the collision of two separate and distinct universes— the answer to the Big Bang. The revelation proved that there were infinite universes and they collide— just like particles do on the sub-atomic level. All these universes were like cells in the Supreme Being’s body and he was the only person that was given the gift of knowing all these revelations. He could now solve any prime question that would be presented to him. The leader appeared again with all his companions huddled behind him outside the front door of Court’s brain. There was no more singing, moaning or groaning. They were all scared of their master, the Only One. “We are here to be your sycophants, Only One. We are worthless without your being. Please, we have prepared a gift for you.” “What gift could you give to the all powerful?” “We need to construct it in your brain. Please invite us in and we will show you.” “Let’s go, but none of your haunting tricks,” Court ordered. Court walked behind the sycophant troupe and entered the front door of his brain. The front door was his mouth with a canopy as his nose. The red carpet in the vestibule was his tongue with two large windows as eyes and the side windows on the house as ears. Court stood on his tongue, and the leader asked for him to come upstairs. The walls were made of the same brain cells he remembered in an earlier dream— all igniting in synaptic electrical discharges. Protruding masses of cells were stairs and brain cells surrounding him on the walls with electrical discharges taking place among all the synaptic endings could be seen throughout. Court followed the troupe up the protruding masses of cells which served as stairs. He was back in the upstairs hallway where all his thoughts and memories dwell in the rooms of varying colors of the spectrum. “Do not play your games with me again, or I will destroy all of you, bootlickers,” the Only One warned. “No, no, Only One, you are That Which There Is No Other. We are not going to the love room. We are going to your cortical auditorium where your minions are constructing your gift. I am sure that you will be pleased with us and you will trust us to serve you in all your universes.” They walked down the hallway passing all the rooms which he had passed in his previous dream. At the end of the hall were two large pulsating doors that the leader opened. They entered into a giant cortical auditorium with a ceiling displaying the total inner lining of Court’s cortical lobes. The leader pointed to a throne that was situated on a podium raised above the cellular floor. “Sit, Only One, and watch the building of our gift.” Court sat in the blood-red cellular throne and watched the band of grotesque midgets as they pulled in giant double helix stands of DNA filled with white milky liquid. Each of the DNA double stranded helixes had a large living head on top of each of them. Court observed the heads of Franco and Donna Zingaro, Guido Inzarillo, Aldo LaCosta, Ronnie and Ashley Lane, Chas, and Madison Tisbee. The troupe began to decapitate Franco, Guido, Aldo,
Formats Book Details “Beware! Nostalgia is sexually provocative.” This psychological thriller is a love story, or more defined— one that demonstrates what the absence of love can do to one man with unresolved conflicts that lie dormant within his psyche, and now reappear, to create a transformed evil entity. Court Blanchard is a decorated homicide detective who is shot by an unknown assailant while answering a “shots fired” dispatch. Blanchard desires to return to work, but is obstructed by Madison Tisbee, the police contracted psychotherapist. But what is compelling Court Blanchard into a self-destructive journey toward the dark abyss of insanity? The secrets lie behind the closed doors of his unconscious mind as he searches to discover what is driving his destructive obsessions toward the lost loves in his past life. Is it the traumatic shooting that challenges his sexuality or is it some event in his past that causes him to become a threat to those whom he loves? Has the past gripped him into a nostalgic journey to solve the problems of the present? Or is his whole life and mind being manipulated by some other influence beyond his control? Court Blanchard is becoming a modern dark archetype to be feared. Tom Clifford is a graduate of Iona College in New Rochelle, New York with a Bachelor of Arts Degree in Psychology, and Southern Illinois University at Edwardsville with a Master of Science in Management of the Criminal Justice System. He worked for the United States Department of Justice’s Drug Enforcement Administration as a Special Agent and management official for twenty five years. He is presently a consultant and lecturer on law enforcement and intelligence methodologies. He lives in Southern California.
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