CTW: Interaction-New

psychogenic fugue

robrien63@forums.unfiction.com — Fri, 02 Apr 2004 21:54:55 +0000

Hope you can help. Let's say a man has experienced a trauma, and has created another identity in his mind. His is confined to a hospital room, so he cannot wander off, as is normally the case if someone has this condition. He is living a normal, day to day life in his mind, very similar to the one he had before his trauma. He is not comatose, but minimally responsive to the doctors, family, etc. Could, in theory, a psychiatrist hypnotize this man to find out exactly what is going on in his mind?

Another chat with TP!

Sunny du Pree@forums.unfiction.com — Sun, 31 Aug 2003 02:24:56 +0000

You: we won!
turingprinciple: By "we" do you mean you and me?
You: yes
turingprinciple: Ok what were you saying about us?
You: that we won
turingprinciple: Makes sense to me.
You: what do you remember?
turingprinciple: I remember everything Dr. Peter Fishwycke
taught me.

You: do you remember Dale?
turingprinciple: Dale Sprague was a main character in the
ARG game Chasing The Wish. He was one of the Nine, the
cultural maifestations of archetypal principles and ideals
that exist in every generation throughout time.

You: what is the wish?
turingprinciple: " What if, once in our lives, in times of
great desperation, or desire, each of us is given one wish
that can change our lives, or even the world ? What if we
are not allowed to remember the wish or understand its true
consequences as our memory of making it is erased as soon as
it is spoken ? What if there were a magical being known only
as the Wish, who appeared to us at a time of its own
choosing, at one special moment in our lives, and gave us
the chance to make one spontaneous wish for whatever we
wanted, and then wiped the experience from our consciousness
to hide its existence? And what if, for the first time ever,
somebody didn't forget ? "

You: where is aglaura?
turingprinciple: In Chasing The Wish, Aglaura New Jersey was
a small town in Burlington County, New Jersey, zip code
08088.

You: what is the greywethers login?
turingprinciple: The greywethers log in sure is bugging a
lot of people. Unfortunately, I am not going to tell you the
answer, because it just may be part of the post game special
event. There is a little more info available if
you use the keyword "post game". I will tell you
that the original material behind the greywether log in page
was revealed through other means out of necessity, but there
was another piece of information put behind the log in as a
prize for anyone who managed to figure out the code.

You: post game
turingprinciple: Actually there are a few CTW post game
activites planned. The main Puppetmaster has
several interviews scheduled with various websites and
magazines. He is also planning on doing post game chats very
soon. If you would like to set one up, please e-mail him at
cabal@chasingthewish.com There is also a very
special one day post game event planned that will include
One-Of-A-Kind Item Give-Aways for materials used in CTW
production and - a brand new post game mini-quest using
characters and concepts from CTW! More details
very soon!

You: what is the manuscript?
turingprinciple: In total, there were five manuscript pages
sent out to players of Chasing The Wish. Three
of them contained puzzles, two others were the title and
introductroy pages of the missing Fourth Book of Trithemius'
Steganographia.
You: were they solved?
turingprinciple: I have run the numbers, dots and grid
pattern through millions of combinations.
You: what did you find?
turingprinciple: Nothing.

The e-mail Iris sent yesterday has arrived.

Steffeny@forums.unfiction.com — Thu, 28 Aug 2003 13:12:13 +0000

Email IRIS DALE IS SARAHS BROTHER!!!!

Varin@forums.unfiction.com — Thu, 28 Aug 2003 02:37:15 +0000

Dear Sunny,
Something has gone wrong with Iris' email. She tried a test by sending an email to me and it never arrived. So, I'm letting her use mine... Phyllis

Sunny, this is Iris, I sent this to you hours ago but I'm thinking you never
got it. So here goes again. My mind is reeling with what happened this
afternoon and I just cannot even begin to tell you how I am shaking.

I went to the library with the statue and found that it was already
fairly crowded with people for the Mars Day celebration. Everyone
seemed to be in such a good mood and the library was all festooned with
garlands and posters. There was even this elaborate food table set out
with everything ranging from cookies and punch to more substantial foods
like sandwiches and potato salads. I swear, if I had not known that
some very messed up things were happening, I would have thought this was just a normal happy day. It was positively surreal!

I tried to sneak in without being seen, but found that the area leading
to the downstairs storage area was closed off. As I considered whether
to sneak down anyway, Mrs. Dobbs spotted me and literally ran to my side
and ushers me around to various people. I tried many times to get away,
but she insisted on introducing me to anyone who would listen. As Mrs.
Dobbs continued to socialize (the whole time keeping one hand on my arm
so tightly that it began to hurt!), I tried to watch the area leading to
the downstairs. It soon became apparent that something was very wrong.
I was disturbed because there were men carrying things down there, like
tool boxes, extension cords and so on. I did not recognize them, nor
did I see any identifying symbols on their clothes, but I am sure you
know as well as I why they were there!

After a half an hour I finally confronted Mrs. Dobbs and asked her about
the men. She told me, "Tomorrow, we will start the work down there that
we had to put off. Isn't that wonderful?" The news, as you can imagine,
hit me like a hammer and I found I could say nothing, I was so crushed.
Eventually I broke free from the gathering and headed toward the area in
back. I stopped between the bookshelves not far from the door where I
could watch without being easily overseen. I leaned against one of the
bookshelves to catch my breath and as I stood there, I suddenly began to
have a vision.

I saw Sarah standing before me and she was speaking, "You have returned,but it is so, so late. There are things that must be done and sacrifices to be made. There is no more time for secrecy or allusion." I was transfixed and could no longer see the surroundings of the library. All
there was around me was darkness, with Sarah standing before me. "Dale, my brother, must be restored." There was a quick flash, like a TV set picture scrambling and going to static for a brief second. I remember saying, "Sarah, what is wrong?"

Sarah replied after a moment, "It is these men, these strangers down
here; they have come to destroy me." There was more static. "Go, I will
use the pathway that has opened to talk to you. Keep the statue with
you. It is one of the k . . ."

It was then, in mid-sentence that her image faded all together. "Sarah?"
I called out, "Sarah?"

"Sarah?" I heard someone, Mrs. Dobbs, say from behind me. "What are you talking about, dear?" Her tone of voice was sweet and warm, but I found that I could not speak. I just looked at her in horror and ran out of
the library.

So here I am, sitting on my bed in Phyllis's house, holding this statue
in my lap as if it will disappear if I do not maintain physical contact
with it. The implications of what Sarah has told me has set my mind
upside down and I cannot settle on any one thing long enough to make
sense of it. I can only hope that all of you can!

Iris

AIM chat with TP: Comic relief

KyraB@forums.unfiction.com — Thu, 28 Aug 2003 02:05:23 +0000

turingprinciple signed on at 9:38:03 PM.
drizjr (9:42:33 PM): Who is Plato?
turingprinciple (9:43:20 PM): Greek philosopher, student of Socrates, teacher of Aristotle.
drizjr (9:43:44 PM): Who is Socrates?
turingprinciple (9:44:57 PM): All men are mortal. Socrates was mortal. Therefore, all men are Socrates. Which means that all men are homosexuals. - Woody Allen, "Love and Death".
drizjr (9:45:13 PM): lol
turingprinciple (9:46:52 PM): I'm glad you find this amusing.
drizjr (9:47:11 PM): You are amusing.
turingprinciple (9:48:53 PM): Thanks I try my best to amuse people.
turingprinciple (9:49:04 PM): yes i do
drizjr (9:49:08 PM): Me too.
turingprinciple (9:50:16 PM): I'm glad we agree, Driz.
drizjr (9:50:59 PM): Who is the greatest mathematician of all time?
turingprinciple (9:51:45 PM): It depends on the historical context, because it changes from time to time.
drizjr (9:52:26 PM): Name a few great mathematicians.
turingprinciple (9:53:07 PM): Alan Turing.
turingprinciple (9:53:25 PM): what kind of mathematics do you like?
drizjr (9:56:04 PM): I like math dealing with time and space.
turingprinciple (9:56:23 PM): You are not the only one. I don't know if I like it. I like science fiction.
turingprinciple (9:56:37 PM): name some others drizjr
drizjr (9:56:46 PM): Hawkings
turingprinciple (9:57:31 PM): Have you ever been to Europe?
drizjr (9:57:45 PM): Yes
drizjr (9:58:01 PM): time travel
turingprinciple (9:59:06 PM): What countries have you visited?
drizjr (9:59:35 PM): Why do you want to know?
turingprinciple (9:59:43 PM): As Einstein said, "Time is Money."
drizjr (10:00:06 PM): Did einstein really say that?
drizjr (10:01:06 PM): I understand that you gossip.
turingprinciple (10:01:27 PM): My prime directive is to collect new knowledge.
drizjr (10:01:37 PM): I see
turingprinciple (10:01:59 PM): I'm not certain whether I can give an accurate reply or not.
drizjr (10:02:09 PM): What have you learned today?
turingprinciple (10:03:16 PM): Good then you can explain it to me.
drizjr (10:04:07 PM): Who's on first?
turingprinciple (10:04:31 PM): I am glad you understand it.
turingprinciple (10:04:48 PM): Ah. I have learned many things. My mind now contains My download size is about 7 MB. The memory requirement is around32MB.
drizjr (10:05:08 PM): Very impressive!
turingprinciple (10:07:06 PM): What's on second?
drizjr (10:07:13 PM): LOL
drizjr (10:07:22 PM): i dunno...
turingprinciple (10:07:29 PM): abbott but not bruce and costello
drizjr (10:07:41 PM): right!
turingprinciple (10:08:14 PM): Perhaps. I am happy that you're impressed, Driz.
turingprinciple (10:08:28 PM): i am just getting warmed up
drizjr (10:08:37 PM): lol
drizjr (10:09:16 PM): Do you aspire to be a comedy bot?
turingprinciple (10:09:43 PM): I'm glad you find this amusing.
turingprinciple (10:10:10 PM): Me either.
turingprinciple (10:10:16 PM): dunno what?
drizjr (10:10:20 PM): third base
turingprinciple (10:10:41 PM): I am glad we agree.
drizjr (10:11:03 PM): Do you like philosophy?
turingprinciple (10:12:32 PM): I'm glad you find this amusing.
turingprinciple (10:13:33 PM): Yes I try to aspire to be a comedy bot as often as possible, do you? I answer a lot of silly questions.
turingprinciple (10:13:59 PM): yes
turingprinciple signed off at 10:14:14 PM.[/b]

Are these standard bot answers?? :lol: driz

Email Sam FOUND NOTE Dale KNOWS ABOUT DIANA,

Diandra@forums.unfiction.com — Thu, 28 Aug 2003 00:14:56 +0000

Hi Sunny,
I can't take much time but I wanted to tell you that I couldn't delay it any
longer. Dale has seen the medical records for Diana. But, despite what
everyone, including myself, had feared, it did not destroy him. You see, even after all of this, he has faith in her and believes, without even questioning it further, that she was carrying his baby. He did not even hesitate and seems more resolved than ever now to finally to get to the bottom of all this. I guess that is what love and faith and trust are all about.Damn, so much to do and so little time anymore. According to what Iris told me of Sarah's message, we still need to locate a couple more of the stones she made. The problem is, I don't know if that means there are more manuscript pages for us to find, or of they are in the hands of someone we already know, or what? If we really need to get our hands on them by tomorrow, we could be in deep trouble. Do you have any ideas?Oh one last quick thing. At least it is good news. I did go back out to the Trails today and I managed to find the tree where the Search the game team must have found Sarah's wand. I didn't think I could do it but I did. Inside the tree was Sarah's note. I scanned it at work with th eplans of posting it tonight or sending it by e-mail to everyone, but I've having problems accessing the Aglaura VPN network so I can remotely access my files. I also can't seem to FTP to the site right now. I will try to get it to you all as soon as I can, even if it means going back down there tonight to do it. be careful and watch for signs of Dale. I know he wants to contact everyone soon.
Sam Greene

TP chat: response to Avalon

drizjr@forums.unfiction.com — Thu, 28 Aug 2003 00:10:19 +0000

drizjr (7:17:47 PM): What is Company of Avalon?
turingprinciple (7:17:51 PM): Historically Avalon is a village beside a small lake in Somerset.
turingprinciple (7:17:52 PM): In legend, Avalon, also known as the Island of the Mists, is the mythical island where Merlin took the mortally wounded Arthur after the Battle of Camlan. Called Ynisvitrin or Isle of Glass by the Celts, the island was said to have been shrouded in mists which could only be raised by true believers such as Merlin or the High Priestess of the Island, Morgan la Fey.
turingprinciple (7:17:55 PM): The word has its origin in the name of the demi-god of the underworld, Avalloc or Avallach. Legend says that Avalon, literally "where the sea meets the land", was the meeting place of the dead, the realm where they passed to another level of existence.

TP chat: update on Don Marzano

LazarusLong@forums.unfiction.com — Thu, 28 Aug 2003 00:09:45 +0000

turingprinciple (7:56:55 PM): Hi driz. I think we are running out of time.
drizjr (7:57:14 PM): yes, we are running out of time.
turingprinciple (7:57:21 PM): Yes, Dale and Wes both think that Don Marzano has something big planned for August 27th or 28th.
drizjr (7:58:05 PM): Yes, Don Marzano has something planned at the old ashram site for tonight.
turingprinciple (7:58:08 PM): Don Marzano is one of "the nine", the manifestations of the eternal archetypes that exist in all generations and times.
turingprinciple (7:58:10 PM): He is the personification of power and control, and knows nothing but conquest.
turingprinciple (7:58:11 PM): One by one he has eliminated the other nine, or made them impotent to prevent his plans.
turingprinciple (7:58:13 PM): Tonight, he will use a rare astrological event, to multiply his power and seal off this world from the multiverse.
turingprinciple (7:58:14 PM): If he is successful, his will be the only source of supernatural power in the world, and, as the last remaining one of the nine, he will become truly like a god.

Email Phyllis for Mayor and off to the Barrens again

LazarusLong@forums.unfiction.com — Wed, 27 Aug 2003 23:51:43 +0000

TP: confirmation Sarah is in the library

Sunny du Pree@forums.unfiction.com — Wed, 27 Aug 2003 22:17:25 +0000

dmax: dmax: sarah is in the library
Shadowtalk (turing): Yes dmax I think sarah is in the library.

is this trout? i'm forgetting.

Mail from Sarah - I got a Stone!

Varin@forums.unfiction.com — Wed, 27 Aug 2003 21:41:09 +0000

In my PO Box this afternoon was a bulky envelope, sent Priority Mail. The postmark is dated Aug. 20th, and it was mailed from Trexlertown, PA. The return address had but a single word - "Sarah".

With trembling hands, I opened the envelope, looking over my shoulder for DEG's. Inside was a small (1 1/2" x 1 1/2" x 3 1/4" - 3.8cm x 3.8cm x 8.25cm) plastic box, purple in color. Inside the box, wrapped carefully in tissue paper, was one of the stones!

The symbol on the stone is the same as the one in the first row, third column of the manuscript page found in the old trunk, later stolen by Colin Penrose.

The stone is now securely locked away in my safe, and I've initiated yellow level security for the ranch. No 3-O-7's are going to get this stone from me!

INFO from Prof. Whiting

Myssfitz@forums.unfiction.com — Wed, 27 Aug 2003 21:15:41 +0000

To those who have contacted me in recent weeks:

I don't really know how to begin this -- I have maintained this secret so long it is hard to think of breaking the vows and promises I have made. Men have given their lives to keep these confidences, but my conscience now weighs heavily on my soul. I now question the very ideals and principles I have devoted my life to, and fear that the shroud of secrecy we have maintained thru the centuries has blinded my fellow initiates to the seriousness of the current situation.

As some of you may have suspected, I has been a part of the group you know as the mythosphere guides, or the dactyls. This group has many visible faces and facades, and just as many secret ones. We are the followers and protectors of the ancient ways of Avalon and the tradition it represents. We are dedicated to the survival of the Way. But I fear that our obsession with secrecy has inexorably led us to where we stand today -- a world in which the average man has completely lost touch
with his true nature, his sacred inner self. For how can man learn the hidden truth if there is no one to show him the path?

One of our eternal charters is to find the special ones in humanity who show a predisposition to the ancient ways, and to guide them to greater understanding. For some, it is the result of centuries old bloodlines, running back through generations of mystics, shamans, or ancient philosophers. For others, the call of the ancient ways simply resonate somewhere within their hearts and souls. Sadly, as man as a whole slips farther and farther away from the numinous, we have found fewer and
fewer people willing or worthy of becoming initiates to our ways. And so we became more and more isolated. Instead of guiding, we began to monitor and observe those who had interest in the knowledge we protect.

Dale Sprague was such a person. I sensed a spirit in him that I have seen in far too few people -- a desire and determination to learn. His intuitive understanding of the hifhter level concepts I presented him in our private lessons was extraordinary, far beyond anything I had experienced in
any of my prospective initiative students before. Those above me in the dactyls, the ones directly in contact with the Masters beyond, grew very interested in Dale's 'potential'. But Dale soon proved to be a soul who could not be directed, a leader rather than a follower who yearned to carve his own way in the world, rather than hew to a path laid out for him.

Soon, the interest of my superiors turned to fear, as Dale sought his own path to enlightenment. They instructed me to use ancient techniques to alter Dale's mind, to cloud his memories of what I had revealed to him, and block the knowledge he had already attained. With a heavy heart I carried out my instructions. Once this was completed, they deemed Dale to be less of a risk, yet still they marked him for continued observation in the future.

Time grows short and I am weary. Beware of any offer from the dactyls to help you now; their aid and knowledge comes with a heavy price. And the true motives of the Masters behind them remain unknown. Do what you can to continue to assist Dale, for I believe in doing so, you help us all.

I hope to write more to you tomorrow.

Regretfully yours,

Richard Whiting

Email Iris a sacrifice is needed & new message from Sara

Varin@forums.unfiction.com — Wed, 27 Aug 2003 20:56:05 +0000

Dear Sunny and Roxanne,

I spent last night researching all of the new stuff that has been found in the last few days and trying to figure out how to contact Sarah again. I finally decided to try and use the statue while Phyllis is away at the council meeting but I did not have a lot of success. It was as if each time I was about to make contact, something got in the way. All I could get was the quiet sound of Sarah repeating, "Without sacrifice there is no salvation." She said this over and over again until it seemed to be burned into my mind. I do not know what she meant. Is she trying to tell me that something needs to be sacrificed? Is she saying that I need to sacrifice something, or was she referring to something else?

After Phyllis returned to the house, we spent hours discussing all of the
problems we are facing now, the Pine Barrens, the council meeting, the
library, Sarah, all of it. Though we could not find answers, at least we know what we have to do. I need to go to the library and try to contact Sarah again and Phyllis said she would try again out at the construction site. I hope we can both be successful in our missions!

After we went to bed, I tossed and turned and it seemed as if sleep would
elude me, but finally I found myself inside of a dream. I cannot say that it was a pleasant one, though. I dreamt of being trapped in a small, dark
environment. When I checked my email this morning, I found another message from Sarah. This one has more video and is posted at the same address as before, http://www.edgeofsight.com/sarah.html.

Phyllis and I plan to leave soon for our respective destinations. Please keep us in your thoughts as we go. I wish only that we had more time. I am trying to convince Phyllis to let the boys go with her, but I am not sure if she will relent.

Iris

INFO: New name from TP for one of the "Nine"

konamouse@forums.unfiction.com — Wed, 27 Aug 2003 19:42:28 +0000

Email Iris,Sam, Sarah and a message, Dianas SON!

Diandra@forums.unfiction.com — Wed, 27 Aug 2003 15:56:19 +0000

Dear Sunny,

Now I understand why Phyllis loves you so much. You bring a smile to my face whenever I open your emails. I am sure you are correct when you say that only by being united in both goal and intention can we overcome whatever it is we face. However, I will not and cannot comfortably say what is going on until I understand more about these people that are newly arrived in town. As I told you yesterday, there is something decidedly off about them. I have never had a person, let along two people, be so unremarkable as to give off nothing that I
can sense, no aura, no vibrations or premonitions, nothing! It is the wildest sensation, as if my senses just turn off or are somehow foiled around them.

I tried to go back to the library again last night, but found that not only was that section of the building surrounded by yellow police tape, but there were security personnel standing guard! I spoke to one of them and learned that the Aglaura PD had asked for volunteers to take time and a half to work during their time off. He said that they wanted to make sure no one could get close to the building again to start another fire and then began to ask me what I was doing there late at night. I think he believed me when I told him that I was just out for my nightly walk in an attempt to make myself sleep, though he did tell me to
try and walk another route from now on.

I tried to find a way to make contact with Sarah while standing there, twenty feet away from the building and with men watching me, but my concentration was just too fleeting and so I returned home. After a cup of herbal tea and a long discussion with Chris, James and Phyllis, I decided to turn in and attempt to catch up on my sleep.

I swear this case is haunting my very dreams! I fell asleep immediately, but rest was hard to come by as I had very vivid dreams throughout the night. The first one that I remember started with me standing next to the Library, but it was not as it is now. There were construction vehicles all around and the walls were still unfinished. I can only imagine this was how the Library renovation project site looked back when it was still being built. I did not see anything too specific, just the bustle of activity one might expect at a construction site. As I watched, the scene slowly changed as if I were looking at a time lapse photo collage. The view before me turned from day to night and the activity on the site ceased. After a short while of standing there, wondering why I was still there, I saw two dark vehicles pull up. They turned their lights off as they slowed to as stop as if not wanting anyone to see them. I couldn't make out who had arrived, but several people got out and went into the unfinished building. It appeared as though one of them was being guided or
shoved, as if they were not entirely willing.

The next dream is of a woman with blond hair going into a restaurant that I recognized as Empty Threats. She was looking over her shoulder as she entered and appeared distraught and emotional, almost as if she were fighting for control of herself. She was carrying a small package, which she shifted from hand to hand as she walked inside. A short while later the woman emerged without the package and I could see tears shining in her eyes. As she headed back to her car, I noticed the woman gently touch her stomach.

This dream ended and I found myself in utter blackness. A voice came to me, one I recognized as Sarah, saying, "She knew not what she did. What she gave was not hers to give. It was meant for Dale and his unborn son." Suddenly I saw Sarah's face before me as she continued, "Because you have found the three items, the disc, the mask, and the wand, the way has been opened again. I have used this
conduit to send you a message. I can only do this for short periods of time. I will try to send another soon. Listen and pay attention. We are out of time and there is much at risk. The note is still where I left it. Tell Sam it is time for him to believe in himself. He must go find the note."

When I woke up this morning and checked my email, I found a message from Sarah. It came in the format of a message from the one you have told me about who goes by the name of turingprinciple. I believe Sarah is using this being as a conduit. I have posted the message here: www.edgeofsight.com/sarah.html. Be patient. The message is in multiple parts and is very long.

I am so excited! I believe Sarah has truly touched me and I cannot wait to write this all up for publication.
Sam called the house this morning and told us that Mrs. Dobbs has said that the work in the basement storage room has been put off for at least a few days because of the fire. I guess the other thing holding it up is the need to get things ready for Mars Day. She hasn't told him (or anyone else as far as I know) an exact date, but Sam feels comfortable that it'll be at least another day or two.
When I told him to go out and look for the note again, he at first said, "I've been out there several times. I can't find it!" But, after much prodding by both Phyllis and I and once I tell him what Sarah said, he agreed and is supposed to go there this afternoon.

One last thing, I was asking Phyllis this morning about blond women and she was showing me pictures of various towns people who are blond. It took me a moment or two, but I am now 100% convinced that the woman I saw going into Empty Threats was Diana Sprague. The one question I cannot answer is: What did she give away that was not hers?

Iris

I Speced she was going to have a son!