The year was 1984, not one of my best years, in regards to my greatest accomplishments in life. Throughout my scholastic career I had gone to twenty-seven different schools, and in my sophomore year my records were lost. This created all kinds of havoc for my remaining two years of high school, especially since I had moved, again, to another school for my junior and senior years. Between the brilliance of these two great learning institutions I lost a year worth of credits.

This spawned the idea to join Job Corps. A government ran technical college that would provide room and board, and allow those of us that didn’t fit in to get a chance in life. Overall, this was a good idea and would help a lot of teenagers, but like any other career-oriented program, you get out of it what you put in to it.

I started off on the right track. I worked hard and fast and received my GED, soon followed by my driver’s license and several other elective type classes. During this time, I had met a select group of people that, to say the least, were a bit on the introvert side like myself.

The location of this campus was in Northern Washington, the old Western State Mental Hospital. This hospital was established in the 1920’s and was a place of great controversy and rumors for the years to come. One of the many tales was that of the experiments that were being done on the local farm animals. Supposedly, the government was doing brain transplants between the mental patients and the farm life. This was, of course, never proven.

When I got there in “84, one of the first things that I noticed was a barbecue type pit in front of the dorm I would be staying in. Welded on a front metal plate was the inscription “Why did God give us half a mind…” Upon the smoke stack was an engraving of a grotesque face. I was told it was the representation of Satan. The entwined words of all those who thought they knew the history of the campus flew thru my mind daily and it fascinated me.

I became more and more mesmerized with the psuedo-reality that I was living in. It was like a spell was weaving its magic over me, and, maybe it was. It was not too long before the group approached me. I was sitting in the grass and they came to me, standing there just staring at me. I looked up and said, “Yes?” They said they felt a powerful energy thru me and would like to speak to me that night. I agreed, and met them outside the mortuary.