Inside the mind of humanity

Twenty-four people died that I know of, just in our neighborhood, and I can only guess that the others fled with whatever they could carry. I could hear the screams and the shooting, cursing and shouting, all night long, and I dared not venture out from where I hid. I am no coward, I just knew what I was up against.

The townspeople were left wherever they died and one or two prominent leaders were left hanging from their necks in front of the town hall.

Madness seemed to come in waves, taking over the minds and bodies of our very own friends and neighbors. No one could be trusted. Their brains seemed to be controlled—their limbs, an extension of whatever was inside of them—making them behave like crazed, rabid animals on psychological benders.

Fuelled by whatever substance they could get their hands on, the people we once knew became our enemies. Faces we once loved became distorted and evil, and they began their wicked stalking and killing, told what to do by unseen dictators and shockingly violent demands.

We—just a few of us—waited and watched lest they should come for us, but we somehow managed to remain un-found. I still can hear them, although the immediate threat is gone and people are behaving coherently again. I can barely stand the sight of them, for I know what they have only just done, even though they have no memory of it.

The evidence was swept away, but my mind is still defiled by the sights. I will never be able to forget, even though those who performed the dark evil deeds cannot remember.

I am afraid to speak of it, for others do not believe, but there are a small group of us who still do. We know what happened and we know it came from inside their minds. We shall remain diligent, for they shall act again.

We shall wait and worry for inside the subconscious mind of many lies a danger greater than what we have ever seen. It is dormant for now, but we see it rear its ugly head from time to time, all across the city. We are in trouble, all of us, for who knows how many are owned by this lurking thing inside. Who knows when the sleeping giants, inside the minds of thousands, will leap into action and destroy New York, even the whole world?

We must find a way to stop them from taking over each and every one of our thoughts. We must guard our minds, our subconscious and consciousness, our dreams, and our waking moments. It is fair to say "they are out there" but the great fear is that "they are inside." Beware your mind—there is a demon waiting to awake.

Excerpt from "The Watchers Society" Secret Website.

* * *

Popular belief—and a quick scan of the internet—will tell you many things about what is referred to as the conscious, subconscious, and the unconscious mind. The need to understand the mystery of the human mind has held generations of men captive in labs and testing facilities—the in-depth study of psychiatric patients and an ever-widening hope that the long-sought freedom and enjoyment of life is to be found therein.

The information you may find there is not necessarily wrong, but also is not all-encompassing or complete, as you will learn by reading these very volumes. These inaugural works hold the stories, wisdom, and experiences of the "Essence Legacy."

It would appear that the study of the unseen force within the human brain is widespread, though difficult to truly comprehend, and, for the most part, impossible for humans to fathom without our help. It may seem, with all the things you have discovered, that any addition would just be another belief system within an ocean of ideas, but we, unlike any other, hold the actual answer. We are not conversing with you to confuse, but to offer you what we, the Essence, know is real.

The desire to control the subconscious is growing, and in this desire resides the true mystery and underlying dream for many. The hope to bridle and own your own mind is enviable at least, and there are many who offer theories and studies of good report.

In order to begin, you need to understand the differences among the conscious, subconscious, and unconscious as well as the functions of each. The following is a short compilation of ideas in order to explain what many learned human beings believe, but certainly not all there is to know.

In our writing, we are about to open the eyes of humans, give more insight than you ever have dreamed, frighten you with the whole truth—a truth you may not enjoy—and help you understand the age-old mystery of the mind. We will encase these truths within the true-life stories of some who have experienced it all, but first, some less-interesting scientific discoveries as background.

* * *

The subconscious mind is a composite of everything one sees and hears as well as any other information it collects that cannot otherwise consciously be processed or made sense of. The conscious mind cannot always absorb everything, as it would cause an information overload, so the subconscious mind stores this information where it can be retrieved by the conscious mind whenever it is needed. It stores the information for later retrieval when "recalled" by the conscious mind.

The subconscious and unconscious mind hold all of your previous life experiences, your beliefs, your memories, your skills, situations you've been through, and all the visions you've ever seen. Inside of your brain is everything. Usually you cannot grasp it all at once, but it is there and can be recalled.

The subconscious mind consists of accessible information. You can become aware of this information once you direct your attention to it. Think of this as memory recall. You walk down the street to your house without consciously needing to be aware of your surroundings. You can talk on the cell phone, while you walk home, and still arrive home safely. Although you don't need to, in order to get to your destination, you can easily bring to consciousness the subconscious information about the path home. You could, if you needed to, describe the exact route to another, but you, yourself, don't have to in order to get there.

The unconscious mind consists of the primitive,...