Authentic Science Fiction Monthly No. 46 — page 73: what you’re looking at

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AUTHENTIC SCIENCE FICTION for the right moments for his correctivetherapy to beapplied to the best advantage, know- ing where to halt the acceler- ated re-life in order to twist an event or an emotion in a certain manner by telepathic- ally transmitted visual images, or perhaps by reducing the complexity of the event to the stage where a single sentence or so, spoken boomingly through to the unconscious and remembering mind of his patient, could effect the neces- sary alteration. | Thus, in this speeding, fleet- ing second life of Patrick Vane, the boy knew that he would make thetoyrobotplane fly; he knew that he was able to make a certain cricketer score a century; he was very well aware that he could make young Harry Lake think of the same thing as that which he himself was thinking. But the process involved more than simply the altera- tion of conscious thoughts relating to particular events; it involved the firm imbedding of the new thoughts in the un- conscious stratas of the mind, and also the complete removal of all thought of past failures in attempts to use the various psi faculties of which—in this new life—Patrick Vane was far from being frightened. It 72 was, in fact, the un-doing of eighteen _years of environ- mental conditioning ... At last, the fresh memory- pattern installed, Dr. Allard spoke the words that were, in effect, an epilogue to an old life and at the same time a prologue to a life just begin- ning. His voice was magnified by the amplifiers to soft thunder as it probed deep and deep to vibrate along every channel of the young pa- tient’s mind. *“Do you hear me?”’: “[ hear you,”’ said Patrick Vane’s mind, speaking from within the deep gloom stupor of pre-conscious worlds. in which he lay, like a drifting mote of being, swimming in the green immensities of an infinite sea whose surface surged restlessly miles and miles above. ““T hear you.” He could not stop himself from answering that questioning voice, despite the troubling irritation of its delving down to him through the beautiful green world in which it would be so fine to lie for ever, drifting with aim- less and caressing currents. “I hear you.” “Do you wish to know what is ahead of you? Do you wish to see the Path on the Fan that can be your path? It is Ccomiclbooks.comy