Free Chester Fields by Charles Kohlberg Page B

would normally get from harassing me. So what I intended was to make it unrewarding to them, without them knowing why.
    Well, it worked! The more I focused on keeping the field steady, which I quickly got better and better at; the less satisfaction they got from hassling me. Unfortunately, for them, the lack of influence they had on the field seemed to make them angry, and they didn’t quite understand it. I think it’s because they subconsciously knew it was I, who took away their control of the field. So the first several days with my new attitude, the bullying got worse. And the more I didn’t respond to it, the more intense it got. In fact they got so frustrated, they manufactured an excuse to take it up a level or two. They said my ignoring them was disrespecting them and they were going to have to beat me up after school that day.”
    I must admit that at this point I felt like I expected more from Chester. Ignoring someone vying for attention makes them angry because of a web of energy!? At the same time, he was speaking to me freely, which was very good and should allow him to work his way into what I really wanted to hear about.
    Chester continued, “Believe it or not, I was looking forward to their following through on the threat. In the past, I would have run in a case like this, but this time I was determined to just keep steadily walking along, and no matter what they did, not let it affect the field. They no longer existed to me. I didn’t respond physically or verbally to the beatings they dished out. I think I may have had a sort of smirk on my face and it drove them crazy. To be certain I was keeping them from affecting the field, I wouldn’t respond to my Aunt and Uncle’s prodding, the school’s prodding, not even the police when my Aunt and Uncle called them in, to get me to explain my bumps and bruises. Even though they were all bugging the crap out of me, I can’t explain how peaceful it felt when I managed to just tune everyone out and keep the field even and uninterrupted. My only concern was how my new attitude came across to Uncle Stan and Aunt Lisa and how much of it they would stand before they decided to put me away.
    Even though that turned out to be a valid concern, I managed to keep it from disrupting the field along with everything else. Anyway, the next day when the other kids came to assault me again, the effect on them was clear. They were completely befuddled and suddenly stopped, all agreeing I wasn’t worth their time. I was pretty sure they weren’t going to bother me anymore. Any future interactions would be controlled by me now. Dr Stanley; I’m telling you, this field … is real!”
    “Hmm, that’s really good Chester”, I said while he sipped his water. “Do you feel like taking a break now, or would you like to keep going?” I must say, I was really interested in where he was going with this, but he’d been talking for quite some time.
    “I’d like to go on”, he said. I told him to continue whenever he was ready. “Well, about four days after my control over changes in the field, I got home from school around three-thirty and plopped onto my bed. As I lay there, I closed my eyes and just started concentrating on trying to meld with and into the field and letting go, let go, let go , over and over. My ability to meditate had increased with my control of the field. That day it felt like my ability suddenly blossomed a hundred fold. I got incredibly relaxed and eventually felt like I’d gained access to some sort of; I don’t quite know how to describe it. I suppose a mental door is as good a way as any. Whatever it is, I knew if I could open that door, it would affect great change. I just had no idea what kind of change. I got a little scared and the feeling started to fade. Then I decided to just go for it.
    I let my concerns go again and came back to the same place. I reached out in my mind and opened the door; and everything physical was just gone! All my