Alora Funk- The Deliverance: Book 1

by Stephanie Daich

  Chapter 22

  The molecular structure-

  The first week went by very slowly. I was glad to be there, but I was tired. I hated how every minute was dictated by the summer camp. Everything we did had to be on their agenda or it didn’t happen, except for my nightly dinners with Dr. Moody during the week. I had already found a way to loop the system.

  I was surprised at how much the other kids complained. I understood their complaints, because I was feeling the same stresses as well, but the rest of them shouldn’t have complained in my opinion. I never voiced what I was feeling, and I didn’t think they should either. They had worked hard to be there. To them, it was the pinnacle career move of their teen years. Their parents had spent good money to have them there. I am sure for some, fifteen thousand was change and meant nothing, but I had learned a few of their mom’s had gotten jobs just so they could send their kids to this camp.

  I later learned from Dr. Moody how my scholarship was granted by Dr. Van Hassel himself. I wasn’t sure why he took such a great interest in me.

  During my homework and meditation time, I flipped through the chemistry books.

  “You aren’t even taking time to read them,” Sharon commented as she watched me.

  “I don’t need to read them. I am making mental notes on them, kind of like taking a mental picture.”

  She bent over and looked at the chemical structures on the page I was looking at.

  “There is no way you are memorizing one thing out of that book,” she said with disdain.

  “This is already my second book, and I have everything in the first one memorized.”

  “You’re full of it.”

  “If you don’t believe it, pick it up and ask me anything in it. Go ahead, anything. It is over there on my pillow.”

  “No, I don’t want to,” she said.

  “Then stop bothering me.”

  “Well, I can’t concentrate on studying with you flipping those pages like that. You must stop.”

  “I am not stopping until I have them all memorized,” I kept my eyes on the book as we fought.

  “Why are you wasting your time on that? Don’t you realize Monday we have tests in all of our classes? If you don’t get an eighty five percent or better, then they will kick you out of camp.”

  I didn’t care if I got kicked out. I decided I was ready to go home and finish enjoying my summer. I would never complain about being bored at the Sanibels again. I missed all the free time I had there. I missed going out on the reservoir. I missed Taz. In my opinion, Harvard Summer Camp was way too rigid for children. But, I knew I wasn’t going to get kicked out, for I planned on getting a hundred percent on everything. That would show Sharon.

  The tests came, and they were easy and quick for me. I always finished the tests early then I would sit there and study matter. I watched some of the kids cry. I could remember what it felt like, not understanding the subject, so I tried not to act pompous or anything.

  …

  “I finished the books, and you are free to pick them up whenever you want,” I told Dr. Moody over almond crusted halibut. He started bringing me dinners along with his.

  “I take it the reading was a bit above your level,” he said with a mouthful of food. I hated when he talked while eating, for he always spit food my way.

  “Au contraire,” I said. “It all made sense, and I have it all stored up in my mind.”

  “There is no way. How do you do it?”

  “I take a mental picture of everything.”

  “Mental picture?”

  “Yes, much like a camera.”

  “And how do you recall it when you need it?”

  “I think of it, and then it is there. I work much faster than a computer.”

  “Is that what you have done with everything they are teaching you here? I hear from the other professors it seems as if you know everything.”

  “Yes. It doesn’t take me long to recall things. I believe most of my information was stored there some time ago, because I seem to know almost everything they are teaching.”

  “Have you always been like this?”

  “No, a couple of months ago, I was on a fourth grade level on everything. But, suddenly I have entered into enlightenment, which there seems to be no bounds to my understanding and knowledge base.”

  “You are telling me you went from being behind in everything, to knowing it all in a matter of months?”

  “Well, yes and no. About six months ago, they found me in a cement room hooked up to drugs which kept me in a chemically induced coma. I was being watched by a Russian couple. When I left there, I had no knowledge of my life to that point. It was all erased. But, suddenly my intellectual side is waking up, and I am finding a wealth of knowledge in it. I suspect before I had been chemically induced, I must have been learning all these things.”

  “Wow, I see, I see,” he said as he rubbed his chin. “Yours is quiet a story.”

  …

  When I returned to my dorm, the books were gone.

  By Friday, I was deathly bored. I wanted to return to Mantua, for I missed my free time and being outside. I really didn’t feel like I was learning anything. Every now and then, a new concept would be introduced and I would log it away with the rest, but it was so rare, it wasn’t worth all the time I was devoting to the camp for a sliver of new knowledge.

  Having access to so much information in my brain made me wonder about my life even more. How was it I seemed to have a mental reference to everything science and math related? A couple of months ago, I didn’t even know what simple things were, and now I had the ability to solve math equations faster than a computer, and not simple equations either, very complex ones. I had charts and systems stored in my head. Where had it all come from? If I could access all of that, why couldn’t I retrieve my memories?

  With all my capacity for retaining knowledge so easily, the kids in the study groups focused on me. They knew I had the definition for anything. During groups, they picked my brain; however, they had learned if they needed to understand a concept, not to ask me, for I had a difficult time explaining it. I was good for facts and equations.

  It was Friday, the last class for the day; math, a combination of advanced calculus with a bit of geometry mixed in. I was tired, wanting to go home. Droning the teacher out, I tried to find access to my energy. I could feel it, sensing its vibrations and strength. I needed to control it, spending all week trying to link into it, when suddenly -there in math- I tapped the access line to my energy! I could feel it. I could sense it. I could shape it. In a way, it felt like another appendage of me, sort of like hands. I named my energy appendage my Zen.

  With my Zen, I grasped the energy field around my pencil and lifted it up. There it was, floating in front of me! It was the coolest moment of my life! My arm hairs stood up, a rush of pure joy burst through me. I was holding the pencil by its energy -but to the naked eye- it looked like it was levitating. A sense of magic overwhelmed me, although it wasn’t magic, it was simple science, so simple and yet so complicated and out of reach to most humans. My discovery thrilled me, feeling me with excitement, realizing this was only the beginning. I could control things! I wanted to jump out of my chair and scream in joy, but I couldn’t, because I didn’t want to draw attention to what I was capable of.

  I had been aware of object’s energy fields for a while, being able to feel their individual vibration. I could see energy mixed into objects’ and humans’ auras. Now I had uncovered the mystery how to handle other object’s energy with my Zen. I wanted to see what I was capable of. As I moved my pencil around, I was careful to keep it low enough where it wouldn’t catch anyone’s attention. I was alone in the back row. When I saw someone’s head turn my way, I grabbed the pencil with my hand. It always scared me, taking my breath away when that happened. My heart would race as I wondered if they had seen it. I decided I needed to wo
rk on something farther away so no one could trace it to me. I was too impatient to wait until I was alone. Alone time was a rarity at Harvard summer camp.

  Searching for another object to experiment with, I looked at the teacher. Devious feelings entered as I thought about experimenting on him. The idea was so funny I lacked the will to stop myself. Releasing my Zen, I reached out and grabbed the energy field around Dr. Harrison. My heart pounded when I realized I locked into his energy, dominating it. Instead of levitating him, like I wanted to, I carried some of his energy back with me. With his energy field markedly depleted, Dr. Harrison collapsed to the ground. At the same time, his energy exploded within me. I had to catch myself as I almost fell out of my chair. My nerve endings were ringing with all the added energy, making me jittery. My mind felt open, clarity, full of strength. It was the greatest high I had ever felt. My heart was pounding wildly, trying to compensate for the onslaught of energy and work. Meanwhile, several of the kids had run up to Dr. Harrison’s side, fearing he was having a heart attack. Scared at what I had done, I quickly sent his energy back to him. His body jerked twice on the floor as the energy returned to him, sending him flying several feet to his left. He went from pale and frail looking, to vibrant and pink.

  “I am sorry, class. I don’t know what happened to me,” he said, pulling himself off the ground. Even Teddy woke up. All eyes were on Dr. Harrison. “Are you okay?” a student asked. “Should I go and get the nurse?”

  “I feel fine. Thanks for asking. I had momentarily lost all of my energy. I don’t need the nurse. I just started a workout program, and I might have overdone it on my morning run.”

  It took him a few minutes to gain his composure. When he had, he went back to teaching. I was shaking at what I had done. It had worked! I had controlled his energy. My mind was in a whirl of thought. If I could command the energy of anything around me, my possibilities were endless as to what I could do with that type of power. I hungered to know if I could do it again.

  I couldn’t sit contently with my new discovery. Wanting to try it again, I snaked my Zen out and grabbed Dr. Harrison’s energy again, bringing it back to me. He fell to the ground, depleted. Simultaneously, I was thrown out of my seat by the addition of his energy, bumping my head on the leg of the empty chair next to me. My head pounded. No one seemed to notice me in the back, since all eyes were on our teacher. I didn’t know what would happen without part of his energy, so I quickly returned it. I didn’t want to kill him, even though I hadn’t taken it all. I wanted to see what I could do with it. I must admit, the moment I held his energy I felt incredible! It was a feeling of life and power I had no recollection of feeling before. Every cell within me vibrated at the increase. I wanted to run fifty laps around the room.

  When I returned Dr. Harrison’s energy, he looked sheepish to be on the floor again. Sharon ran to his side, helping him stand up. “Are you sure you don’t need to see the nurse?” she asked. It was the first time I had ever seen concern in those bulging eyes of hers.

  He looked embarrassed. “No, I am fine now. Fine. If it happens again, then maybe I will.”

  As much as I wanted to do it again, I didn’t. As he returned to his lecture, my thoughts were deciding out what my next experiment would be.