The River Ting
IMPRISONED AUTHOR PENS OPEN LETTER ADDRESSING BOOK CONTROVERSY
My name is Jed.
I have been the subject of undue criticism concerning my new book - The River Ting.
Actually, in my new book I continued writing about something that began in my first book. A large controversy rose up around me then, and the same accusations have resurfaced again.
It seems I was warned once before, and now I have to pay the price.
My first book was called “The Idiot's Guide to Telepathy".
It started a wildfire. It eventually landed me in jail. Where I still am to this day. This letter comes to you directly from my jail cell.
I was accused of triggering people who were predisposed to mental illness to fully become mentally ill whereas if they had not read my book they may have been spared of their ordeals.
Australia's anti-terrorism laws placed me under secret detention until further notice. I was branded the world's first Cognitive Terrorist. I terrorised the minds of my unwitting victims (readers). I caused them to have a mental break. And what's more I caused it on purpose.
Well those were the claims anyway.
The claims centred around a method I had concocted, they called it a ritual, designed to elicit a telepathic response within the practitioners own mind.
Integral to this method, was a certain playlist.
Thirteen songs. In a particular order.
There was one problem: I had a great method to conduct a ritual with - I just had not provided any way of finishing off said ritual, closing it, therefore returning the practitioner to normalcy and their ability to function in normal life.
Some people were not too happy with that.
EXCERPT FROM 'THE RIVER TING':
“My big surprise today, is I found the book you wrote. The Idiot's Guide to Telepathy.” Tom pulled the book out of his briefcase and threw it across the jail cell.
Jed caught it and immediately recognised the covert art he had helped design.
Jed spoke up, “Well, I wrote it under a pseudonym 'Jeff Tate', to try and avoid at least a little bit of the vitriol that was surely coming my way, much like I've written this book that we're in now under the same name.”
“Ah, I see.” Tom said decidedly.
“And you've found a copy with the ending still intact. Your resourcefulness is unmatched!” Jed was impressed, the ending of his first book being the entire reason for his particular immediate predicament.
“I would very much like you to explain it to me...” Tom was gentle.
“I assume everyone would like me to.” Jed stood up and stretched. “You're lucky it's early morning.” He lit a cigarette and blew the first smoke up through the small window into the sunlight.
"They censored the book last year on it's eleventh pressing. You can no longer find the details of the ritual at the end of the story. The story encapsulated my own journey through the darkness of psychedelic benders, which catapulted my consciousness into the realm of telepathy rather scrappily, that is to say throughout my youth I absolutely and consistently went about it the wrong way. Trying to pry open my third eye with mind-altering substances and without proper guidance proved to be a rocky ride. Do-able. But rocky.
"The ritual at the end was for those who had experienced the same rocky road, in need of the same guidance. It had a greater effect on people than I originally expected.
It was leaving people asking their brains 'Is that all there is?' as if someone else was listening. And as it took those people up to the clouds of their imagination, there was no ride back to Earth."
Jed looked down at his shoes, "And that's what led me to write The River Ting to explain everything, but then they put me in here.
I guess I do deserve this in many ways."