The Seer by Clifford Beck - HTML preview

Chapter 21

His first patient of the day was George Whitcomb. George sought Gordon's help after being stricken by intense thoughts killing of his mother. After the death if his father, his mother acted out in anger, but he was also bombarded with guilt. Between this, and his own grief, George's rage caught up to him, and he, several times, considered killing her in the most graphic manner possible. When he found himself in a hunting store fondling the stainless steel blade of a large survival knife, the images in his mind exploded into a consuming fear of committing an unspeakable act of slaughter against someone who was also caught in the painful process of grief, and the person who had birthed him into the world. Now, George sat in front of Gordon, wrestling demons that, should they break the locks of their cages, would destroy not only his mother's life, but his own as well. But first, George would have to manage his anger, and it was not an emotion he was accustomed to, having never been able to bring himself to become angry for any reason.

The day proved to be difficult as Gordon had become slightly preoccupied with his own struggles as bits and pieces of his ghostly experiences briefly appeared in his mind. At the end of the day, he returned home with continued curiosity and after spending several minutes relaxing in his recliner his curiosity turned to obsession. Having become caught up in his ghostly detective-work, he suddenly remembered the words of Arthur Conan Doyle. 'Once you eliminate the impossible, whatever remains, no matter improbable, must be the truth.' Sitting at his laptop, he began a search for anything having to do with the paranormal and finally narrowed the results of his search down to several videos taken with an infrared camera. Thinking that old abandoned buildings are generally without power, Gordon found it interesting to see areas of slight heat and cold creep across the frame. They appeared and disappeared, seemingly at random, through walls, door, and corners, but while they visible, none had a shape that was neither familiar nor well defined. Gordon carefully examined each video, going through all the possibilities in his mind.

After spending a few hours reviewing these select videos, Gordon came to the conclusion that what he was seeing could not be explained. At least, not by him. But, the hour was growing late, and glancing down at the small clock on the lower right of his laptop's display, Gordon was surprised to see that it was one o' clock in the morning. Turning off his laptop, he turned on the kitchen light and put the leftovers from his dinner in the refrigerator. Flicking off the light, he left the kitchen and turned in. He felt the effects of oncoming sleep as his mind quieted for the first time in weeks. Tomorrow would be another day, but as Gordon drifted off, he decided it was time to become more involved in what seemed to be taking control of his life. He still did not know if these visions were real, however, perhaps taking back his life wasn't so much a matter of fighting what he still did not understand, but embracing it, making it part of his life. Making it his own.