Possession

I cast you out...!!!

Unsound Idea !!!

Let me get this straight - Tyler is some kind of an Immortal Mental Virus..?

We allow ourselves to be possessed by GOOD Ideas.

(or we should)

Thank you, Household Gods. 

Thank you for everything.

Jordan Peterson - Carelessly Disrespecting Your Culture

ALEXANDER, SON OF WORF : 

Kurn told me that his mother actively discouraged him exploring his Klingon heritage. 


[ This is Child Abuse - Plain and Simple ]

WORF: 

When he first came to live with me, he knew nothing of our ways. He often reminds me of things his mother said to him. 

[ Children always do. Leveraging guilt and the invocation of the absent parent to umdermine and negate the authority of the parent who is present - but that doesn't mean anything. ]

I try not to disregard her wishes, I want the boy to honour his mother. 

[ BIG Mistake... ]

ALEXANDER, SON OF WORF : 

Someday I'm sure he will appreciate you and be grateful for all that you have given him. 

[ So, he does. ]

But still, compared to other boys his age, his fighting skills are years behind. 

WORF: 

Yes, I know. 

He does not put in the time it takes to learn the skills. 

ALEXANDER, SON OF WORF : 

I thought that you might consider sending him to the training Academy on Ogat. 

Your brother is an influential man. 

I'm sure he could see to it that Alexander was admitted. 

WORF: 

Ogat? 

ALEXANDER, SON OF WORF : 

I am only thinking of what is best for the boy. 

There, he would learn our ways. 

He would live like a Klingon. 

WORF: 

I would like him to learn our ways. 

No. This is his home. 

ALEXANDER, SON OF WORF : 

How can you expect him to lead our family when all he knows is life aboard a Federation starship?

[ He can't, obviously ]

WORF: 

He is my son. He belongs with me. 

ALEXANDER, SON OF WORF : 

The boy is more human than Klingon. 

If he stays here, he will never be a warrior. 

He will never be able to defend our family against its enemies. 

WORF: 

Enough! Enough! Enough! 

The decision is mine. 

ALEXANDER, SON OF WORF : 

Not necessarily. 

I would be well within my rights to invoke ya'nora kor. 

WORF: 

You would question my fitness to raise my own son? 

ALEXANDER, SON OF WORF : 

For the good of our house, yes. 

Worf, I beg of you. 

Please stop thinking of yourself. 

It is Alexander we should be considering. 

Look into your heart and do what is best for him.

[Worf's quarters]

K'MTAR: 

Kahless was determined to teach his brother a lesson because he had told a lie. 

But Morath refused to fight him and instead ran away. 

Kahless pursued him across the valleys, over the mountains, and down to the edge of the sea. 

And there on the shore, they fought for... 

ALEXANDER ROZHENKO, OF  NO HOUSE: 

Twelve days, twelve nights. I know, I've heard this story before. 

ALEXANDER, SON OF WORF :

Alexander, it is important to tell these stories, even if we already know them.

ALEXANDER ROZHENKO, OF  NO HOUSE: 

Why was Kahless so mad about the lie his brother told? 

K'MTAR: 

It made him look like a coward. 

ALEXANDER: 

If Kahless would have just explained what happened, maybe they wouldn't have had to fight about it.

ALEXANDER, SON OF WORF :

You're missing the point. 

ALEXANDER: 

Why was it so wrong for Morath to run away? 

Maybe he didn't want to fight his brother because he didn't want to have to kill him. 

ALEXANDER, SON OF WORF :

He ran because he was a coward. 

ALEXANDER: 

But how do you know that's why? 

ALEXANDER, SON OF WORF :

No more questions! 

These are our stories. 

It is important for a warrior to learn how to interpret them properly. 

ALEXANDER: 

I'm trying to

ALEXANDER, SON OF WORF :

No, your head is filled with foolish human notions about the way things are.  
You are Klingon. 
It is time you began to act like one. 

ALEXANDER: 

I am part human, too. 

K'MTAR: 

Listen to me, Alexander. 

When a human looks at you, he does not see himself. 

He sees a Klingon. 

ALEXANDER: 

It doesn't matter what I look like. 

ALEXANDER, SON OF WORF :

 It does. 

You are different than everyone else aboard this ship. 

ALEXANDER: 

That's not true. 

ALEXANDER, SON OF WORF :

It is. The only way that you will ever feel as if you truly belong, is to leave here and go live with your own kind. 

I know a Klingon school you could go to. 

You would be welcome there. 

They would teach you how to be a warrior, prepare you for the Rite of Ascension. 

ALEXANDER: 

I don't know if I want to do that. 

[ Of course - why would you? You are a Child, you know NOTHING... ]

ALEXANDER, SON OF WORF :

After you were there a while you would find that you wouldn't want to do anything else. 

ALEXANDER: 

I don't want to leave the Enterprise. 

ALEXANDER, SON OF WORF :

Alexander, you must. Everything depends on it. 

ALEXANDER: 

I thought you were different. I thought you understood me. 

But you don't. 

You're just like my Father. 

All you care about is me becoming a warrior. 

Just leave me alone!

[Worf's quarters]

(Worf enters to find K'mtar with a weapon aimed at Alexander. He pulls him to the floor and is about to hit him when) 

ALEXANDER, SON OF WORF :

Father. Stop, I am your son. I am Alexander. 

WORF: 

What are you saying? 

ALEXANDER, SON OF WORF :

I am your son Alexander. I have come to this time from forty years in the future. 

WORF: 

P'tak! Tell me the truth or I will kill you. 

ALEXANDER, SON OF WORF :

Look at me. When we first met you said I looked familiar. 

WORF: 

I could have seen you on the Homeworld. 

ALEXANDER, SON OF WORF :

No. Look closely. I am your son. 

WORF: 

If you are Alexander, you will remember your mother's last words before she died. 

ALEXANDER, SON OF WORF :

I was three years old. She was dying when we found her. She barely managed to whisper my name and then she took my hand and placed it in yours. Then she died. And then you howled in rage and said, look upon her. Look upon death and always to remember. And I always have. 

(Worf stops strangling him) 

WORF: 
How have you done this, come to this time? 

ALEXANDER, SON OF WORF :

I met a man in the Cambra system. He gave me a chance to change the past. He had the ability to send me here, to this time. 

WORF: 
And you came here in order to end your own life? 

ALEXANDER, SON OF WORF :
I was hoping that I would not have to, that I could change things, that I could change myself. But I could not. And now everything is going to turn out like it did before. I cannot let that happen. 

WORF: 
But why? What is going to happen that is so terrible? 

ALEXANDER, SON OF WORF :
You will be killed because I was naive, too weak to be able to protect you. 

WORF: 
I do not believe that. 

ALEXANDER, SON OF WORF :
I was there! I saw you murdered. I was to blame. 

WORF: 
You must not blame yourself. 

ALEXANDER, SON OF WORF :

You don't understand. I did not become a warrior. 
I was a diplomat, a peacemaker. 

When it came my time to lead our family, I thought that I could single handedly end the fighting between the great houses. 

I publicly announced that the house of Mogh would be the first to end the feuding. That there would be no more retribution, no more revenge. 
You tried to warn me. 
You tried to tell me that I should not show weakness, but I thought you were a foolish old man. I told you that you were a relic from an earlier time and that a new era of peace was at hand. 

But you were right. 

My enemies saw my weakness and moved against me. And unless I stop it right now, that boy will see his father killed on the floor of the Council Chamber. 

WORF: 

That is why you wanted to take Alexander away. To turn him into a warrior. 

ALEXANDER, SON OF WORF :

I staged the assassination attempt to try and frighten him, to make him realise that he must follow the Ways of The Warrior. 

If I had listened to you, if I had become the warrior that you had wanted me to be, you would not have died in my arms. 

WORF: 

No. Who knows what the future will be now that you have disrupted time? 

I may die tomorrow or I may outlive you. 

But when I die, I would like an honourable death. 

And the only way that is possible is for you accept yourself as you are, and stay true to what you believe. 

The cause of peace is a just cause. 

The struggle must continue. 

K'MTAR: 

It is a futile struggle. 

I cannot change things. 

WORF: 

You have already changed things more than you realise. 

K'MTAR: 

The Boy I Was has not changed. 

WORF: 

But I have. 

You have given me a glimpse into my son's future and I know now that he has his own destiny. 

And I believe it will be a great one. 

K'MTAR: 

I love you, Father. 

 [ This is impossible to express in Klingon, much less say ]

WORF: 

And I you, Alexander.

 [ That one, you are probably okay with. ]

ALEXANDER, SON OF WORF :

Listen to me, Alexander. 

When a human looks at you, he does not see himself. 

He sees a Klingon. 

ALEXANDER ROZHENKO, OF NO HOUSE : 

It doesn't matter what I look like. 

ALEXANDER, SON OF WORF : 

It does.

[ And this is NOT  racism, this is Self-Similarity bias and/or Novelty Aversion - things are not antagonised by other things of Like-Nature, whilst those things of Un-Like Nature draw notice and attract attention, AS THEY MUST.... ] 

TORRES: 

When I was a child, I did everything I could to hide my forehead. Hats, scarves, you name it...

I grew up on a colony on Kessik Four. My mother and I were the only Klingons there, and that was a time when relations between the Homeworld and the Federation weren't too cordial. 

 Nobody ever said anything, but we were different and I didn't like that feeling. 

Then my father left when I was five years old.

 One day he was there and the next he wasn't. 

I cried myself to sleep every night for months. 

Of course I never told anybody. 

And then I finally decided that he'd left because I look like a Klingon. 

And so I tried to look human. 

PARIS: 

Looks like you finally got what you wanted.

[ Which is precisely why you ought not to be given What You Want (especially in the case of children) — because those things typically tend to be really bad for you... ]

Stephen Fry : 2 Minutes To Belgium

This is bad - Two minutes to Belgium! 

Buffy: 
Why would I go to Belgium?


Xander: 
I think the relevant question is, 
"Why wouldn't you? "
Bel-gium!

Read “2 Minutes To Midnight” by Iron Maiden on Genius

Kill for gain, or shoot to maim

But we don't need a reason

The golden goose is on the loose

And never out of season

Blackened pride still burns inside

This shell of bloody treason

Here's my gun for a barrel of fun

For the love of living death

The killer's breed or the Demon's seed

The glamour, the fortune, the pain

Go to war again, blood is freedom's stain

Don't you pray for my soul anymore?

2 minutes to midnight

The hands that threaten doom

2 minutes to midnight

To kill the unborn in the womb

The blind men shout "Let the creatures out!

We'll show the unbelievers!"

The napalm screams of human flames

Of a prime time Belsen feast ... yeah!

As the reasons for the carnage cut their meat and lick the gravy

We oil the jaws of the war machine and feed it with our babies

[Pre-Chorus]

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]

The body bags and little rags of children torn in two

And the jellied brains of those who remain to put the finger right on you

As the madmen play on words and make us all dance to their song

To the tune of starving millions to make a better kind of gun

[Pre-Chorus]

[Chorus]

[Outro]

Midnight

Midnight

Midnight

It's all night

Midnight

Midnight

Midnight

It's all night

Buffy: 

You know, maybe it's too late. 

Maybe we should just come back tomorrow. 

What if he's mad?

Xander: 

Mad? Just because you ran away and abandoned your post and your friends and your mom and made him lay awake every night worrying about you? 

Maybe we should wait out here. 

Oz: 

Hey, so you're not wanted for murder anymore.

Buffy: Good. That was such a drag.

Xander: 

So where were you? Did you go to Belgium?

Legion

1 And they came over unto the other side of the sea, into the country of the Gadarenes.

2 And when he was come out of the ship, immediately there met him out of the tombs a man with an unclean spirit,

3 Who had his dwelling among the tombs; and no man could bind him, no, not with chains:

4 Because that he had been often bound with fetters and chains, and the chains had been plucked asunder by him, and the fetters broken in pieces: neither could any man tame him.

5 And always, night and day, he was in the mountains, and in the tombs, crying, and cutting himself with stones.

6 But when he saw Jesus afar off, he ran and worshipped him,

7 And cried with a loud voice, and said, What have I to do with thee, Jesus, thou Son of the most high God? I adjure thee by God, that thou torment me not.

8 For he said unto him, Come out of the man, thou unclean spirit.

9 And he asked him, What is thy name? And he answered, saying, My name is Legion: for we are many.

10 And he besought him much that he would not send them away out of the country.

11 Now there was there nigh unto the mountains a great herd of swine feeding.

12 And all the devils besought him, saying, Send us into the swine, that we may enter into them.

13 And forthwith Jesus gave them leave. And the unclean spirits went out, and entered into the swine: and the herd ran violently down a steep place into the sea, (they were about two thousand;) and were choked in the sea.

14 And they that fed the swine fled, and told it in the city, and in the country. And they went out to see what it was that was done.

15 And they come to Jesus, and see him that was possessed with the devil, and had the legion, sitting, and clothed, and in his right mind: and they were afraid.

16 And they that saw it told them how it befell to him that was possessed with the devil, and also concerning the swine.

17 And they began to pray him to depart out of their coasts.

18 And when he was come into the ship, he that had been possessed with the devil prayed him that he might be with him.

19 Howbeit Jesus suffered him not, but saith unto him, Go home to thy friends, and tell them how great things the Lord hath done for thee, and hath had compassion on thee.

20 And he departed, and began to publish in Decapolis how great things Jesus had done for him: and all men did marvel.

26 And they arrived at the country of the Gadarenes, which is over against Galilee.

27 And when he went forth to land, there met him out of the city a certain man, which had devils long time, and ware no clothes, neither abode in anyhouse, but in the tombs.

28 When he saw Jesus, he cried out, and fell down before him, and with a loud voice said, What have I to do with thee, Jesus, thou Son of God most high? I beseech thee, torment me not.

29 (For he had commanded the unclean spirit to come out of the man. For oftentimes it had caught him: and he was kept bound with chains and in fetters; and he brake the bands, and was driven of the devil into the wilderness.)

30 And Jesus asked him, saying, What is thy name?And he said, Legion: because many devils were entered into him.

31 And they besought him that he would not command them to go out into the deep.

32 And there was there an herd of many swine feeding on the mountain: and they besought him that he would suffer them to enter into them. And he suffered them.

33 Then went the devils out of the man, and entered into the swine: and the herd ran violently down a steep place into the lake, and were choked.

34 When they that fed themsaw what was done, they fled, and went and told itin the city and in the country.

35 Then they went out to see what was done; and came to Jesus, and found the man, out of whom the devils were departed, sitting at the feet of Jesus, clothed, and in his right mind: and they were afraid.

36They also which saw ittold them by what means he that was possessed of the devils was healed.

37Then the whole multitude of the country of the Gadarenes round about besought him to depart from them; for they were taken with great fear: and he went up into the ship, and returned back again.

38Now the man out of whom the devils were departed besought him that he might be with him: but Jesus sent him away, saying,

39Return to thine own house, and shew how great things God hath done unto thee. And he went his way, and published throughout the whole city how great things Jesus had done unto him.

Useful

[Ready room]

PICARD: 
Mister La Forge, I would like you to accompany Captain Scott. 

LAFORGE: 
Me, sir? 

PICARD: 
Yes. Look, this is not an order, it's a request and it's one which you must feel perfectly free to decline. 

You see, one of the most important things in a person's life is to feel useful. 

Now, Mister Scott is a Starfleet officer and I would like him to feel useful again. 

LAFORGE: 
I'll go with him, sir. 

PICARD: 
Thank you.


*****

[Conference room]

DATA: 
Captain Picard is not satisfied with Ki Mendrossen's assurances that the Ambassador is in good health. 
Do you consider Sarek capable of carrying out his mission? 

SAKKATH: 
Have I given you cause to think otherwise? 

DATA: 
You have voiced certain reservations to me about his abilities. 

SAKKATH: 
I do not recall making such a statement. 

DATA: 
Not directly, no. 
But you did question me about the diplomatic capabilities of both Captain Picard and Counsellor Troi. 

SAKKATH: 
I am honour-bound to help Sarek carry out this mission. 
That is the only answer I can give. 

DATA: 
Then you must decide which is your greater obligation. 
Your loyalty to Sarek or your duty to the Federation. 
Can you accept the logic of continuing this mission? 

SAKKATH: 
Tell your Captain the mission is in jeopardy.

[Bridge]

DATA: 
Sakkath has been able, until recently, to use his telepathic skills to reinforce Sarek's emotional control, thus protecting others from the effects of his deterioration. 

RIKER: 
He hasn't been doing a very good job. 

DATA: 
The strain of this mission on Sarek has made it impossible. 

PICARD: 
It's ironic, isn't it? 
All this magnificent technology and we find ourselves still susceptible to the ravages of old age. 
The loss of dignity, the slow betrayal of our bodies by forces we cannot master. 

Do you still want to be one of us, Data? 

DATA: 
Sir, it is conceivable, even for me, that time will eventually lead to irreparable circuit failure. 
But there is one thing I do not understand. 
Sarek is a logical, intelligent being. The effects of Bendii Syndrome are apparent. 

Why would such a man choose to ignore them? 

PICARD: 
Logic fails us sometimes, Data. I think this is one of those times. 
I can only guess that he does not see, or he does not wish to see, the truth. 
And he is being insulated against that truth by those who love him most. 


RIKER: 
Someone has to confront him. 

PICARD: 
Not a task that I'm looking forward to. 



*****

PERRIN: 
Sarek is a good man. He's given the Federation a lifetime of service. 
I beg you to let him keep the respect he has earned. 

PICARD: 
He'll never lose that respect. 

PERRIN: 
Mendrossen and I never wanted to deceive you.

My husband's condition came on him so gradually it was so easy to delude ourselves and pretend that nothing was wrong. 

We convinced ourselves that he could complete this one last task and end his career with dignity. 

Help him, Captain. Help him regain his pride, his honour. 

PICARD: 
Believe me, it would give me great pleasure, but there is nothing I can do.

PERRIN: 
The mission can be saved. But he needs your help to do it.


[Corridor]

RIKER: 
I take it the mind-meld was a success? 

SAREK: 
Yes. All went as planned. 

RIKER: 
Is Captain Picard all right? 

SAREK: 
Don't worry, Number One. 

RIKER: 
And the Ambassador? 

SAREK: 
I am myself again. 
It has been a long time.

[Picard's quarters]

(Jean-Luc is voicing the agony Sarek had been keeping locked inside himself) 

PICARD: 
No! It is wrong. It is wrong! 
A lifetime of discipline washed away, and in its place bedlam. 
Bedlam! 

I am so old. 
There is nothing left but dry bones and dead friends. 
Tired, oh so tired. 

CRUSHER: 
It will pass, all of it. 
Just another hour or so. 
You're doing fine. Just hold on. 

PICARD: 
No! This weakness disgusts me! I hate it! 
Where is my logic? I am betrayed by desires. 
I want to feel. I want to feel everything. 
But I am a Vulcan. 
I must feel nothing. 
Give me back my control. 

CRUSHER: 
Jean-Luc! 

PICARD: 
Perrin. Amanda. 
I wanted to give you so much more. 
I wanted to show you such tenderness. 
But that is not our way. 
Spock, Amanda, did you know? 
Perrin, can you know how much I love you? 
I do love you! 

(Beverly comes over to wipe his tears) 

PICARD: 
Beverly. 

CRUSHER: 
I'm here, Jean-Luc. 
I'm not going anywhere.

PICARD: 
It's quite difficult. 
The anguish of the man, the despair pouring out of him, all those feelings, the regrets. 
I can't stop them. 

(He falls, sobbing, into her arms) 

PICARD: 
I can't stop them. 
I can't. 
I can't. 

CRUSHER: 
Don't even try.





PERRIN: 
Thank you, Captain. 

PICARD: 
He loves you very much. 

PERRIN: 
I know. 
I have always known. 

(Sarek enters) 

SAREK: 
I will take my leave of you now, Captain. 
I do not think we shall meet again. 

PICARD: 
I hope you are wrong, Ambassador. 

SAREK: 
We shall always retain the best part of the other inside us. 

PICARD: 
I believe I have the best part of that bargain, Ambassador. 
Peace and long life. 

SAREK: 
Live long and prosper.