“Yes, affect his heart rate to a greater degree — possibly give it an uneven rhythm, cause it to beat faster, or—”
“Stop it.”
“Yes, exactly. Or stop it.”
Project Alpha
For a long time neither of us speaks. It all seems unbelievable to me that the research might have gone in this direction, but whether this was all conjecture or not, the facts we have so far do seem to fit this line of reasoning. “Project Alpha is a cooperative program with the Department of Defense.”
“The government.” Xavier nods as if that explains everything. “Just like Star Gate.”
“What, you mean the TV show?”
He waves his hand dismissively. “No. It has nothing to do with that or the movie. Star Gate was a CIA program back in the nineties. They were studying psychics to try and use remote viewing — basically, observing something without being physically present.”
“Clairvoyance.”
“Right. They were hoping it would help with intelligence gathering.”
“Which, obviously, it would have.” Normally I’m doubtful about Xavier’s government conspiracy theories, but in this case, considering everything that’s happened over the last twenty-four hours, I’m a lot more willing to listen. “Go on.”
“They also tried to use psychics to manipulate objects — telekinesis — so you could conceivably cause a Russian nuclear reactor to overheat, or a torpedo to explode while it was still in the firing tube of a sub. That sort of thing.”
Telekinesis is one of the most common tricks of television “psychics,” and one of the easiest ones to replicate — bending spoons, making objects float or vanish, affecting the performance of machines — I’d been doing this stuff since I was a teenager. But those were all illusions, and what Xavier was talking about here was on a whole different level. “So did the CIA have any success?”
“The short answer is no.” He seems to balance that mentally, reevaluate it. “There were mixed results in the remote viewing arena, but that’s about it. Anyway, they dropped the program. The Air Force and DoD dabbled in similar research over the years, but nothing really came of it.”
Knowing Xavier and his predilection for conspiracy theories, if there was anything at all to this research, he would’ve been all over it.
I reflect on what he said. “Okay, but that was a couple decades ago. Now, with Tanbyrn’s research, with recent discoveries in neurophysiology and neurobiology, the nature of consciousness, this deeper understanding of quantum entanglement—”
“The Pentagon has picked it up again — that’s what you’re thinking?”
“That’s what I’m wondering.”
Everything I’ve done exposing fake psychics seems to argue against what we’re talking about here. Telekinesis, clairvoyance, altering someone’s heart rate by your thoughts. The idea of directing negative energy toward someone to harm him in some way, or even kill him — it was just too much. Reminded me of River Tam in Firefly: “I can kill you with my brain.” This couldn’t possibly be the right track.
“No, Xav. To kill someone by your thoughts? That’s crazy.”
If it were possible, why not just do that with Tanbyrn? Why hire an assassin to take him out?
“But,” Xavier replies, “there are stories of shamans, witch doctors, voodoo priestesses doing that — cursing people — stories that’ve been around for centuries.”
“That’s just folklore. Like the legends about the fakirs in India levitating or being buried alive for years on end, and so on. You know as well as I do that every trick in the book can be replicated without any supernatural explanation. You helped design half the effects in my last stage show.”
Xavier taps his lip, deep in thought. “‘But to emulate is not to disprove.’ A wise person once told me that.”
“I appreciate the compliment but—”
“He also told me that replication is not refutation, that just because you can find the counterfeit of something doesn’t mean there isn’t the real thing. Just because there’s counterfeit currency doesn’t mean there isn’t actual currency out there somewhere.”
“Xavier, I—”
“It could be that science is just now discovering what people of faith have always known — that our thoughts and expectations about reality affect its outcome in real, tangible ways. That’s what quantum physics is all about, right? The role of consciousness in collapsing quantum wave functions, that without an observer, reality never manifests itself?”
“You read Tanbyrn’s books too?”
“Skimmed a few chapters while you were at the center. Think about it: nearly every religion believes in the power of thoughts and prayers, curses and blessings. They’re a huge deal in the Judeo-Christian tradition, especially the Old Testament. And then of course you have the New Testament where Jesus was clairvoyant, telepathic, and telekinetic.”
I stare at him. “What are you talking about?”
Xavier ticks the reasons off on his fingers as he lists them: “Clairvoyance — he saw Nathanael under a fig tree when he wasn’t present. Telepathy — he read the thoughts of the Pharisees. Telekinesis — turning water into wine, having Peter catch a fish to pay the temple tax and the fish has a coin in its mouth …”
“Oh, so you’re saying that Jesus either made the coin appear there or somehow made the fish swallow it and then swim into Peter’s net.”
“Right.” Next finger. “And as far as prayers and curses — his prayers drove demons out of people, healed them, even raised people from the dead.”
“He didn’t curse anybody.”
“He cursed a fig tree and made it wither.”
I’m not sure if Xavier just made that up or not.
He looks triumphant at his list, however, it’s easy enough to rebut what he said. “Okay, suppose for a moment that those stories are true, not just folklore. If Jesus was who he claimed to be, if he was God, then those were just miracles.”
“Just miracles? What do you mean just miracles?”
“I mean, he was God. He could do anything.”
“No, he couldn’t.”
I look at him skeptically. “Jesus couldn’t do anything.”
“The Bible says he couldn’t do any great miracles in his hometown because of the people’s lack of faith. It doesn’t say he wouldn’t do them, it says he couldn’t.”
I shake my head. “No. I can’t imagine that’s in the Bible.”
“Look it up. The power of God himself was strangled by the lack of belief.”
“That’s a little extreme, I’d say.”
“Besides, he told his followers that nothing is impossible if you have enough faith, that they would do even greater things than he did if they believed: that if they had enough faith, they could tell a mountain to stand up and move across the street.”
“How — how do you know all this, anyway?”
“Sunday school. I was a very attentive child. And I’ve done a little research over the years. Some people think Jesus was from another planet. Or another dimension. Could have been a time traveler. It’s not really clear.”
“Aha.” Now that sounds more like Xavier.
I’m not exactly sure where all of this leaves us. The inexplicable test results from the study earlier today come to mind — my thoughts actually causing Charlene’s heart rate to change. Maybe there is something to this idea that thoughts alter reality, but I still feel really uncomfortable going there. “Xav, regardless of the power of curses or blessings or prayers or faith or miracles or focused thoughts or chi or any of those things to alter reality, there’s one tangible step we can take to verify if any of this relates to Project Alpha.”