Gary Benjamin

Unto Fools Only

“Yes. I am seven years old right now. There is a plane crash.”
“A plane crash?”
“Yes. Very near. In the woods behind me. The ground shakes. I start crying.”
“Remember, Tracy. We’ve been through this incident before.”
“Okay. Yes. There is burning…wait..there are survivors. They are getting out.”
“What do you do?”
“I want to run. But…I can’t.”
“Why, Tracy? Why would you want to run from people who need your help?
“I…I guess I’m just shook up from the crash.”
“Look at the crash site, Tracy.”
“I can’t. I’m afraid.”
“Don’t they need your help?”
“I…probably.”
“Are they looking at you? Are they wounded?”
“…Yes. One of them is wounded.”
“Allright, Tracy. Let’s go back through it. You are sitting on a log with your doll. Her name is Francis.”
“Yes. Then there is a roar directly above me and then the plane crashes.”
“What made the plane crash, Tracy?”
“I don’t know. How should I know?”
“Are you nervous?”
“Yes.”
“Why are you nervous before the plane crashes?”
“I—I..”
“Tracy,” the psychiatrist leaned forward.” Look at the plane. Look at it before it crashes.”
The hypnotized patient looked up at the ceiling. Her eyes revealed terror. She looked back down toward the wall again.”
“Did you see the plane, Tracy?”
“..Not…a..it’s not..”
“Tracy. You are an objective observer. You cannot be harmed. Remember: Objective observer.”
“Oh, my G…Oh! It’s not a plane!”
“What is it, Tracy?”
“I don’t know. It’s round. It’s…I don’t know. Oh my, Ohh…” Tracy began crying out loud just like she was seven years old again.
The psychiatrist decided to let her vent for a few minutes. He waited.
She continued crying and begging for someone to help her.
“Tracy. You don’t have to look anymore. You can wake up now.”
She screamed out loud as if someone had just driven a knife painfully into her back. “The people!!” she cried more. She hid her face in her hands. “They’re not people!”
“Continue, Tracy.”
“They’re looking at me. Those eyes. Black. Like dolls. They’re coming toward me…”


Jake was watching television while curling a dumbbell with his right hand. He switched to his left while Gary walked into the room.
He was holding a shabby bunch of newspaper and magazine articles. He placed them onto the couch next to Jake.
Jake looked down and then set down the dumbbell. He merely gawked at Gary.
Gary asked, ”Why do you still have these, Jake?”
Jake grinned. ”Just one of those things, I guess.”
“This is no joke, Jake.”
“I didn’t say otherwise.”
Gary looked down and sighed. “Area Fifty-One, Roswell, Hangar Eighteen, The Ancient Astronauts….” Gary sighed again. “All your answers are right here, Jake.” Gary held up his Bible.
“Of course. I know that, Gary.”
Jake stood up and gathered the disheveled papers and walked into the kitchen. Gary could hear him throw away the articles and then go into the bathroom.
Gary walked into the bathroom behind him. “Jake.”
Jake removed a towel from the linen closet and went to the sink. He looked at Gary in the mirror. Then he began to wash his face.
“Jake, I just don’t want you to be entangled into things that aren’t worth it.”
“Okay. Point taken. You know everything.”
“Jake.” Gary paused. “Just pray about it.”
Gary began to walk out of the room when Jake spoke.
“How do you explain it, Gary?”
“I can’t”
“ Exactly. So don’t judge me for looking for answers. You don’t have any for me.”
“Fair enough. But you know as well as I do what is real and what is not. God would never lie to you, Jake.”
“ You win, Gary.”
“Jake, C’mon. I don’t want to ‘win’. I just want to bless you.”
“Then what’s your explanation?” Jake turned to face Gary.
Gary paused but didn’t break eye contact. “You were on heavy drugs. You were also drinking. You-----“
“’ Hallucination,’” said Jake, concluding Gary’s sentence for him.
“Yes.”
Jake became angry. “Look, Gary. I know what I’ve been through in this life! I am not nuts! I know what a hallucination is. I remember what happened to me. It was real.”
Gary had compassion. “Jake. Take your shower. You’ll feel better. We’ll talk later. “ Gary said while squeezing Jake’s shoulder. He walked out of the room.

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