(This is a story that was written in spring 2016 for a Short-Story Class)
Moving
into Sync
by Noah
Harrell
Dream
and give yourself permission to envision a you that you choose to be.
-Joy
Page
Preface:
This
story was inspired by a brief conversation that reminded me of what
interests me the most about writing fiction. While unique characters,
imaginative and well described scenes, and thrilling plots are all
delightful to the mind; It is the power to envision our own futures
and the world we want to see that most intrigues me, that delights my
heart. This potential to create a microcosm capable of effecting
change in the macrocosm by shifting individual and group
consciousness is the magical quality that drives me to create. With
this story I tried to look far into the future and imagine a world
living in complete harmony, then tried to step back and speculate how
humanity could possibly get from its current state to that future
utopia. So with this goal in mind I wrote this story in the two days
before it is due instead of polishing up one that was mostly written.
As it stands I think the piece could become part of a series or
chapter booke ( I know there are some loose ends). I apologize if it
is full of typos and mistakes. All characters and events are
fictitious.
“Imagine
no possessions, I wonder if you can.”
-John
Lennon: “Imagine”
Moving into Sync
“Today marks six
months since the Gaian council devalued global finances, and honestly
Chuck things are better than I think most people had expected.”
Said the smiling brunette to her stern, but casual coanchor.
“That's right
Dianne” he said as he turned away from her to look straight out of
the screen. “It seems like people are really enjoying the new
freedoms, and despite initial worry no one seems to be raising
concern. GNH has risen exponentially. The Career Assessment
Department is finding people jobs that they love. Families are easier
able to support themselves . I know I have enjoyed having my student
loans finally done away with.” “We have certainly been doing
well with the changes.” said Dianne as I grabbed the remote to
change to something funny. “ Later in the hour we'll have a special
on the biannual initiations that will be taking place in the next
few” Bzzp*
“So, not having
money. How ya'll been dealing with this?” I settle back into the
couch and lay the remote on my stomach. I've seen this comedian
before, and he's funny. I think he was a little racists, but aren't
we all? This must be a new special. “I mean last week I traded a
couple ounces of loud for a months worth of groceries. I wasn't sure.
Didn't know If I could do that, ya know. I been confused since this
whole thing started. Honestly I'm kind of waiting for someone to show
up at my door like 'sir you owe, der der and whatever'” The
audience on the screen bursts into laughter knowing that they'd had
the same worry. The comedian shuffled on stage, pausing for a second
before he continued. “Let's hope not. So the Cashier scanned all my
groceries like normal then looked in the bag of Strawberry Kush I
handed her and weighed it like it was a head of Lettuce. Right there
at the register. She looked at a chart,'hmm whats the exchange rate
for chronic?'” He put his pointer finger to his chin as if deep in
thought. “'Oh you have some change!' she said and handed me back a
quarter bag.” He made a startled expression and acted like he was
shoving something hastily into his pocket. “I know weeds been legal
for almost a year but my gut reaction was to hide that shit like I
might lose a hand if not. That cashier got a big old grin on her face
and I got out of there.”
“David Holzer's
great!” Jaylin said as he sat down a bag of Sweet Potato chips and
flopped on the couch. “I saw this one the other night. The
jellyfish bit was hilarious!”
“I just flipped to
it. How was work?” I said and grabbed some chips.
“We'll have to
watch from the beginning sometime. Dude i'm loving this place. I
really never thought I could be so into programming but it's titties!
I was working with a bunch of shipping guys today talking about how
we can make the software they use better and more efficient. I think
we'll be able to cut their wasted time and in half!”
“Nice man, you
did fly through those courses the councilor suggested. You seem
pretty good at that computer stuff.” I did my best to make it
sound like a compliment. I wasn't really sure where I stood with
Jaylin at that point and would rather score some karma points than do
something that might piss him off. He's been happy since he started
the new job but I knew it only had to be a short time before
something sent him off the handle again. I'd known Jaylin too long to
think otherwise.
“Yeah i've always
liked computers just never tried programming until the tests
suggested it as my top result.” He kicked off his dockers and put
his feet up on the coffee table. I don't think Ive ever seem him do
that, not in 3 years of being roommates.
“Did you ever end
up taking the test Sorin?” I recoil in my mind at those words. It
seems like it is all I had heard for the last few months When are
you going to take the test? What did the test say? Who proctored for
you, was it Janey? No, it
wasn't Janey! The test hadn't said anything, because I hadn't taken
it! No Mom, I'm not bored or feeling unproductive! I told her I would
never take the test.
“No.”
I said and kept looking at the guy on stage in the middle of the LCD
display. I wonder if he's taken the test. He was a comedian before
the changes started, so at least he's not giving it all up to do what
the test and CAD councilors say.
“So
I took that career test about a month ago.” Said David Holzer into
his mic. I noticed Jaylin look back towards the screen. I was
relieved that he wasn't pursuing the issue. “I was nervous man,
real nervous. What if they said I'd be best as a sewer cleaner?
Nothing wrong with cleaning sewers, but I don't' feel it, ya know,
calls to me.”
School
teacher. That is what I know the test will probably say about me. I
know it. Just like my aunt had said. Just like Jaylin's parents told
me after i'd decided I was going to school for writing. Just like my
adviser had implied when she asked if I was thinking about a Masters
in education.
“Well
my number one result was a diplomat. Which made sense to me. I mean
my comedy is all about trying to bring people together. I could fart
in the middle of a tense debate and bring the room to agreement in
how funny that seat symphony was!”
Maybe
I would like being a teacher but it isn't what I want. I don't
really know what I want yet. I want to be the best person I can be,
which seems like more than a teacher. All I really end up doing
though is sitting around getting high and making some mediocre art
every few days. I traded off some portraits I did and have been doing
fine for resources but I have been a little restless. I'm tired of
being home everyday when Jaylin leaves and still here when he gets
home.
“My
second result was actually entertainer. I was real happy about that
man, and it made me trust that test a little more. Because honestly
ya'll, I fucking love what I do! I wouldn't give this up for anything
in the world! I feel like I act as social Diplomat in this job
anyways.”
Jaylin
got up and started towards the kitchen. He slid onto the linoleum
with his gym socks and turned around to face me. “Want a burrito?
I'm making.”
“Sounds
good”
*
The Next Morning
“Come on baby, do you know what that's worth?...”
I've got to do something today. I need to get out of this apartment.
The car share service is open in Bethel I think. I can walk into town
and then drive into Cincy.
“Oo oo heaven is a place on earth...”
My hand finds the plugged-in iPhone next to my pillow and I pull up
onto my side to look at it as Belinda Carlisle continues to sing from
the tinny speaker.
“They say in heaven, love comes first. We'll make heaven a place
on earth!”
Turn off alarm, open browser, log into Facebook. “The Gaian
council are alien mind readers!!!” My uncle Greg posted 6 minutes
ago. I chuckle and think about the new welding job that he's been
enjoying and the house his family recently moved into. It makes
sense, their family used to survive on his EBT card, and he was
always going on about the phone tappings and drones watching us from
the sky. I'm pretty sure you could give that guy everything in the
world and he would still think you're trying to get his secrets
somehow.
“My face when I started my new therapist job! #TestWasRight”
Posted RaylinnThomas yesterday. The GIF of the baby laughing with
cake on it's face is a pretty hilarious one. I can't help but feel
like it looks just like a home video of myself as a baby I remember.
I know my mom never had those films converted to digital but still,
it looks strangely familiar.
After scrolling through a few more post I escape the newsfeed trap
and start a search for “Car Share Bethel Requirements.” I learn
from the first link that I only need my diver's license, and that
“rental is based on STC.” I'm not sure what that means but I
save the address into maps and put my phone down before pulling on
some boxers and heading to the bathroom.
One of my T-shirts and a pair of shorts are sitting on the floor in
the bathroom and I throw them out towards my room. Jaylin's a cleaner
guy than me and even though he doesn't bring it up I know my
sloppiness bothers him. I sit down with my boxers around my ankles
and read the jacket cover of one of Jaylin's books that is sitting
on the back of the toilet.
Empathic
Society : How Childhood Thinking Can Save The Grown-Up World.
“In his debut novel Martin Valence inspires a new faith in humanity
by outlining a future where there are no longer haves and have-nots
but instead sharing and collaboration become the basis of
transaction. With a focus on Gross National Happiness, Valence shows
us a world where humanity may one day collectively thrive without
fear of debt collectors or dwindling resources. In the tradition of
R. BuckMinster Fuller, Carl Sagan, and John Allen, Valence is a true
polymath who synthesizes his unique understanding of science,
psychology, business, politics and more to envision a future that we
can all believe in.” I lay the book back down and pull my boxers
the rest of the way off before I jump in the shower.
After I dry off, brush my teeth, and comb hair away from my eyes I
go back out through the short hallway with a towel around my waist.
7:35AM it reads on the clock in the living room. Jaylin will get up
soon. I close my bedroom door behind me and start digging through a
pile of clothes next to the bed to find a pair of pants I'm pretty
sure I've only worn once in the last couple of weeks. I find them and
a t-shirt that doesn't smell like sweat. Clean socks are in my
dresser since I hardly wear shoes but I put some on today because
I'll be walking a ways. Dressed, I head back out of the room past
the closed bathroom where Jaylin is showering, across the small
living room and into the kitchen. The apples on top of the fridge are
starting to go bad but I scavenge a couple good ones out to put in
the cargo pocket of my pants. Stepping out the door I see our
neighbor Mike in the courtyard wearing his skin tight bike suit and
unlocking his bike from a tree. “Morning Mike.” I say as I shut
the door.
“Morning Sorin, going down to the exchange bank too?” He asks
looking up from the bike lock.
“No, what is it? That where you're heading?”
“ It's like the new banks, you can go there and trade in stuff you
don't need for stuff you do need, or credit to use later. It's just
opening today, gonna see what I can get for these carrots I've been
growing.” Mike held up the plastic grocery bag of carrots that was
tied onto his backpack. “Money's going to be a thing of the past
soon bud. You can probably get a lot for some of those paintings you
do. Apparently creative stuff is really in demand since it's not mass
produced. I've really been trying to pay attention to these new
market ideas, Ya know? Lots of changes.”
“I'll have to look into that. Thanks.” since the two commissions
I did last year I haven't really tried to sell much art. Buyers are
hard to find. “Later Mike” I waved as he pedaled down the thin
path and into the street.
“Catch ya later Sorin” Weaved through the wind as I walked
across the yard, ignoring the concrete path and stepping down the
ledge onto the sidewalk. It takes about 15 minutes to walk downtown
so pull out my phone and start looking on Reddit as I walk. Top of
the front page is an article about how David Rene Rothschild spent 26
years putting together the Gaian council. Next is a video “Rube
Goldberg machine that goes through three houses before demolishing a
fourth.” I watched the balls rolling down wooden tracks and
knocking over dominoes that lit matches and can't help but think that
I really know nothing about the Council. How do nine people get
together and completely rewrite the social and financial structure of
the world? I let the video keep playing and I hear the rhythmic
collisions of linear causality play out as I consider how different
things already are from a year ago when the council first became a
thing. Last year I was working in a pizza shop barely making enough
each month to pay rent.I ate mostly pizza and spent my free time
hanging around the apartment. My phone always had missed calls from
Debt collectors and credit card companies. I quit that job six
months ago, a few days after the minimum sustenance plan was
announced. This made it so all citizens are guaranteed a place to
live, food, water, and clothes. I'd also managed to sell those
commissions to a local lawyer around the same time so I suddenly had
some savings.
Those savings were growing thin now and so were my paints.
I focused again on the screen as a series of twisting metal coils
start a large truck and send it careening into a single story ranch.
The truck goes clear through both sides of the house. The physics
powered device has now followed through on a promise the video's
title had made. One tap of a domino destroyed a house on the end of
the block.
I click back in my browser and open the link to the Rothschild
article. I read through the first couple paragraphs but have no idea
what its talking about. I know The Gaian council is mostly bankers
who wanted to end what they called “monetary slavery”. The
article says that David Rothschild Approached the other Eight people
with the ten year plan already laid out including The World Bank
President, Vladimir Putin, and President Sanders among others.The ten
year plan is what's supposed to move the entire planet onto this new
resource distribution system by 2027. You can't walk past a bar
without someone mentioning the ten year plan. I then read that The
Rothschild guy developed the idea with some help from Martin Valence,
the same author my roommate reads while he poops. I think it must be
significant that I happen to read about the guy twice in the same
morning.
As I read further I learn that getting rid of money is only a small
part of the 10 year plan. The hope is that the plan will balance out
human's use of natural resources enough that drastic climate change,
and possible mass extinction can be adverted. I hadn't known that. I
also learned that scientist working with the council are close to
perfecting a consumer ready free energy source. That's really cool I
think. It seems like people have been talking about a good
alternative energy source for years now, it will be nice to see one
in action.
I smile as I look up from the screen and try to think about the last
time I'd read an article about global politics. For the several years
I've tried to avoid politics of all sorts. Not just politics, but
culture in general, I got tired of feeling like I lived in an echo
chamber of ego and greed so I tried to ignore it. I'd only watched
t.v. again since Jaylin had brought the 32” toshiba into the
apartment a couple weeks ago. I actually got pretty pissed about it
and wanted him to get rid of it or at least put it in his room. We
finally agreed to leave it for a month and see how it goes. “You
don't have to watch it” he'd said. Since then, I've definitely
watched it more than he has.
I am almost to the car share place at this point so I put my phone
in my pocket and pop out my earbuds. The sound of cars going down
highway 52 fills my ears as I cut across a grocery store parking lot
towards what used to be a Mazda dealership. In the car lot I walk up
to a newer looking Toyota Camry and look at the paper on the
windshield “12,000 STC” What the fuck is STC?
I head into the small building in the middle of the cars and
approach the counter where a middle aged woman sits, looking down at
something out of my sight. “ Hi there. Is this where I borrow a
car?”
The woman looks up smiling and pats the back of her head like she's
making sure her bun is still in place. She lowers her arm and looks
at me saying: “Sure is, honey. I just need your driver's license
and we can see what's available for you. Are you traveling for
business today?”
“No
just for fun.” I confess while I hand her the plastic I.D. card.
“So what are Ess Tee Sees anyway?” I asked as she typed my info
into the computer.
“Social Trust Credit.” Says the lady without looking up from her
screen. “And it looks like your STC score is just over 200. So I
can get you pretty much any of the bikes for up to a month, or I can
get you our most basic car and you'll have to have it back before we
close at eight.”
“That's fine. I'm only going out for the day.” I said as she
handed me back my I.D.
“So you want the car then? Ok, I'll just need you to sign this and
I'll show you where it is.”
As I sign the form I look up and ask her how the Trust Credits work.
“You build a higher score the more you borrow things then return
them on time and undamaged. Same with loans. Or if you exchange
original products. Remember to bring it back with a full tank or else
it gets deducted from your credit.”
She comes out from behind the tall counter and starts to lead me out
of the little room into the parking lot. “Borrow a few bikes or
the junk cars a few times and soon you'll be able to borrow a nicer
car and keep it as long as you want.” She stopped next to an old
white Chevy metro with rust covering the driver side fender and held
out the keys. “Eight o'clock. Don't forget.”
Taking the keys I nod and say thank you. I open the door and look
around as she walks away. A lot of the upholstery is ripped up like
maybe a dog had chewed on it, what is still there has a dull grey
color from sitting in the sun for years. I start it up and pull out
of the parking lot headed towards Cincinnati. I don't really have a
plan but for the first time in a while I have a car I can drive
around. I switch on the radio and pull the visor down to block the
morning sun.
“So how are people adjusting to these new lifestyles?” says a
woman's voice.
“Honestly most people really love it. The people tend to be unique
and we have pretty tight standards when considering peoples career
assessments. The kind of people that get chosen for these communities
are usually happy to embrace the changes once they understand what it
could mean for the world.” Responds a sure sounding man.
Apparently the person who last borrowed this car was listening to
public radio. I let it keep playing because I at least want to know
what they're talking about.
“Thank you for joining us Mr. Valence. We hope to hear more about
the Emerald Communities soon” said the woman from before.
“Thank you Terry. It's been a pleasure being here.”
“This is Terry Gross and you are listening to all things
considered. All across...”
I turn the radio down while thinking how weird it is that I've now
heard about this Valence guy three times today. I was really into
synchronicity a few years ago. It's an idea Carl Jung had that all of
time is organized and that you can move yourself into a more
organized time line by following synchronous events. Like for
example, talking about a person and then having them call you at the
same time. Or having a problem and then seeing the answer written on
a bill board. Or reading a book review while your taking a dump and
then hearing the authors name twice in the next hour. So Jung's Idea
was that if one followed through on these types of events more of
this sort of thing would happen until ideally, eventually, reality
just seems to fall into place as you move from synchronous event to
the next synchronous event. It's been a good while since i've noticed
any synchronicity in my life. My mom called me last week just after
I'd packaged some pottery to mail her as a birthday gift. I had't
thought anything of it at the time honestly. Was that the universe
telling me to spend more time with my mom?
I pull around a curve in the road and see Beechmont, one of
Cincinnati's newer suburbs, stretch out before me. It makes a stark
contrast to the just blooming woods and farms I'd been seeing for
the last few miles. The green edging to the trees makes the world
seem more alive than it had been for the last few months. I crank the
window down even though it is slightly chilly, the sun is out making
it look warmer than it is.
Driving past Chipotle I see Raylinn getting out of her red mustang.
I pull into the parking lot as she waves to me after lighting a
cigarette and stepping onto the sidewalk.
“Heeeayyy” she says as I put the car in park and turn the keys
in the ignition. Opening the door I notice she is wearing a beige
suit and matching skirt and pumps.
“What's up? Care if I join you for some lunch?” I ask not really
knowing what else to say. We had had some classes together at UC and
went to a few parties together but were never really close. She
wrote some great poetry in a workshop we had together and I always
enjoyed her metaphors.
“I'm actually just going in to drop some forms off at the CAD
building.” she pointed up towards the sign on the wall with the
loose papers in her hand. The career assessment people apparently
share a building with chipotle.
“I have to go across town to work or else I'd love to.”
“Yeah, the new therapy job right? I saw our post.” What are the
chances I see her after reading her post?
“Yea, I love it. Message me on Facebook, maybe we can do something
next weekend? It would be nice to hangout. But, hey I gotta run in.”
She throws her cigarette on the ground and steps through the door
behind her. Through the window I see her walk across the room past
some empty chairs and place her papers on a counter. She says
something to a person I cant see then walks back across and out of
the room.
“They wanted me to fill out a survey about the test experience.”
she said as she saw me still standing by the metro.
“How was the test? it seems like it worked for you.”
“Sorin, you haven't taken it? They'd probably find you some
awesome artists to work with or have you writing movies. Take it, it
only took like 20 minutes.” She is in her car now and starting to
close the door before I muffle a quiet response I don't think she
hears.
“Next Weekend then? I'll talk to you later Sorin.”
“Have a good day.” I say but her door is already closed and the
car is backing out of the parking spot. I'll have to ask her where
she found that baby video that looked like me.
I look back up at the C.A.D sign and close the door to the borrowed
car. I'm going to go ahead and take the test. There have been so many
coincidences this morning that I figure some great cosmic force
bigger than my own arrogance must have guided me here. What do I risk
anyways? I can always ignore the results. What have I been afraid of?
Is it finding out that maybe that test might know me better than I
do? What if it tells me i'm supposed to be a teacher? Maybe being a
teacher is what i'm supposed to be but so what, it's not what I want
to be. What if it suggests I become a professional artist? Do I want
that? Could I have a life like that?
I need to stop thinking about this and just do it! Overthinking is
what kept me from taking that camp counseling job last year. And what
kept me from going out with Raylinn when she contacted me a couple
months ago. Trust the universe! Let this happen, then I'll go back
home and everything will be the same. Maybe I'll find a cool job or
maybe i'll never think about this test again.
I walk into the small waiting area and see the short bald man
sitting on the other side of the counter across the room. The carpet
is a uniform grey. The room smells like vanilla and there is a bushy
fern in the corner near the counter. There's a water stains around
the plant's pot since someone has neglected to put a tray underneath.
I look out the windows again towards the crappy white coupe before I
put my hand on the counter and address the man who is now staring at
me.
“I'd like to take the assessment test if I can.” I said trying
not to think about how proud my mom might be because of this.
“Of course. I just need your I.D and we'll go on back to one of
the test rooms. My name is Jason, I'll be your proctor today.” I
hand the man my license and read the cover of a pamphlet on the
counter “Is life working for you? Or are you working for life?”
Says gold lettering over a picture of a man smiling and sitting at a
desk with pen in hand.
“Alright Mr. Hannis lets go back to room three and i'll get you
started. The test takes most people around 15 minutes.” I followed
him through a door that led into a hallway lined with blue doors. He
opens a door and ushers me into the dark blue room. There is a single
over head light, a large wooden desk with a laptop on it and folding
metal chair.
“This is room three. Take a seat. First you'll need to just fill
out some basic information and then you'll answer some multiple
choice questions. If you have an problems just press the “Proctor”
button on the bottom of the screen and I'll be in to help you out
ok?”
“Thanks Jason.” I say as he walks out of the room. I think it's
polite to use people's names if they take the time to tell it to you.
I sit down and fill out the first page of information.It's all the
normal credentials, Date of Birth: April, 6, 1987. Place of Birth:
Anderson, Ohio. Eye color: Blue. Etc. The next page is info about my
parents. I leave some segments blank since I don't know a whole lot
about my dad. I go to the next page which is asking for all of my social media
handles. Theres a little privacy disclaimer I ignore, I have nothing
to hide. Facebook.com/soarinhigh87 and @sorinaround which I use for
twitter and IG.
After that the test seems kind of like one of those cheesy quizzes
that you'd take online that tell you which cartoon princess you are
or who your celebrity best friend would be. There are questions like
“Would you rather complete a routine task perfectly or do something
innovative, even if its not flawless?” Are you detail focused, or
do you tend to go with the flow?” the answers are on a scale from
one to five. Most of my page is full of threes by the time I get to
the bottom and I think that ther's no way they can tell much about me
from this test.
To my surprise there is another section with only three questions
and I write in my answers this time.
“Are you aware of your feet?” Yeas they are flat on the floor
and i'm wearing socks for the first time this week.
“How are you feeling about this test?” Skeptical but positive.
“What shape and color first come to mind?” Purple star.
I hit submit and the screen clears for a minute before a new window
appears saying “Congratulations Sorin R. Hannis you have completed
the Career assessment exam. A proctor will be here soon to explain
your results.” I look around the room and see a similar fern as
the one in the waiting room. I hadn't noticed it when I came in but
i'd been preoccupied. I look at the fern for a moment studying the
fractal similarity in each of the leaves then the door opens behind
me and I turn around to greet Jason. He comes in followed by a
taller long haired woman who looks like a doctor with her white lab
coat.
“Mr. Hannis, this is Dr. Grayson. She'd like to ask you a couple
more questions just to make sure we have your results correct. Ok?”
Jason said, then left and shut the door again before I had a chance
to answer or question. I looked towards Dr Grayson who was now
looking into a tablet in her left hand. Without looking up she began
to speak.
“Is it true that on the nights of November tenth and elevenths
2011 you and 12 others enacted a ritual to open a subspace portal to
the Pleiades star system near Oakland California?” She looked up
and held my eye contact through her thin glasses as she waited for my
answer.
“You mean the portal concerts? We did a big opening ceremony both
nights before the bands started. It was all for fun. Is that what
you're talking about?”
“That seems to be correct Mr. Hannis. Is it also true Mr Hannis
that you and six other people were gathered on the top of Longs Peak
in Colorado the night of December 21, 2012?”
Where is she getting this info from?i'm pretty sure I never posted
anyhting about that camping trip on Facebook. Why does it matter
that me and my hippy friends believed a little too much in new age
apocalypse hype. We were young and there wasn't much else worth
believing in at the time.
“Yes, thats true.” I decided to continue. “We were waiting for
the world to end, but obviously that didn't happened.
“Mr. Hannis do you know that your Roommate Jaylin Ramsis is a
delegate from the Pleiades star system and is not in fact human?”
I just stare back at her. I have nothing to say to this. A few years
ago I would have told you honestly that I had met aliens, but Jaylin
was not one. This has to be a prank. Their background search must
have dug up some conspiracy websites I looked at and now the whole
office is having a good laugh at me huh? I never should have taken
this fucking test.
“What is this about?” I want to get out of here, I didn't sign
up for being fucked around with. “Where are my test results? Thats
all I want.”
“Mr. Hannis these are your test results.” She sets the tablet on
the desk and crouches down so she was at eye level with me.
“You and I are both human-pleiadian hybrids. If you are willing
there is a position available for you in the Emerald Communities
where you will be able to learn what this means and how to harness
your higher functions to aid in restoring the earth colony. Sorin, we
chose to be here before we were born into these human forms. When you
placed that quartz sphere into a chalice of water that night six
years ago you and your friends really did open a portal that has been
delivering new information here to earth. Without that portal, and
the second one opened on Longs Peak, humanity would have no chance of
surviving the mess they've made.”
Fuck this. This lady must be high. But she knows exactly what I did
in that ceremony before FakeDeathSynthetic, my friend Ali's band,
played us all into the new age. That was how we had talked about it
back then. We felt so sure that the new earth was just around the
corner. We were going to be ushers of a new civilization. Fuck maybe
we are. What is going on right now?
“So Jaylin is a hybrid too? Does he know about all this”
“He does know about the portals and about your nature, but he is
not a hybrid. Jaylin is actually a native Erran. He came here from
the planet Erra, which is part of the Pleiades system in 2013 using
the portal that you and your friends opened in Colorado. He has been
working closely with the Gaian council to slowly awaken hybrids in
preparation for the next phase of colony restoration. Mr. Hannis your
destiny is to save this planet and help humanity evolve into the
perfect civilization it was meant to be. Already you have done so
much, now it is time to unleash your full potential.”
“So the Gaian council really are aliens?” I asked suddenly
thinking about my paranoid uncle.
“No Sorin, all nine members of the council are pure humans. We
Pleiadians cannot interfere in the human's world we can only help
when asked. The Gaian council represents the first large scale
collaboration between the pleiades and any human agency. One of the
most influential delegates from Erra, Martin Valence, is actually
hoping to meet with you soon and fill you in on what's happening.”
“So what do I do?” I ask, thinking that I might be going into
shock. This is all too weird yet it makes to much sense. Its like a
past version of myself is catching up to the current one and saying
“oh yeah, you forgot this. You're an alien.” I stare straight at
the lady on the other side of the desk unable to focus on the words
she's saying. Do I know her from somewhere? She has a distinct
cat-like quality around her eyes that looks completely non-human now
that I think bout it.
“You do know me Sorin. My name was Lohim and yours was Archion, we
were lovers in many lives before these. Many of the female hybrids
have raised cheekbones and thin eyes that give us the cattish
appearance.” I hear her say this but her lips had stopped moving.
My heart is beating out of control. Is she reading my mind?
“Only to show you what you too will soon remember how to do.
Telepathy amongst hybrids and Errans is common, only a few of the
Errans can read human thoughts. Although many human children are
learning how to intentionally share their thoughts and listen to the
thought projections of others. This is actually where we plan to have
you working: Teaching the new humans.”
Archion. That word rings through my head like the lyrics to a
favorite song but I've never heard it before. Why did I doubt this
at first? This is who I am! This is who i've wanted to be for years
but I had convinced myself that it was all delusion. This is the
reality that I traveled cross country in old vans and train cars for
years trying to find. This is the reality I gave up on three years
ago when I decided to go back to school. This is the reality that
left us jaded for the past three years when it seemed like the world
would never change, no matter how much intention we put into our
choices or how much we reshape our beliefs. This is the reality that
I am choosing now.
“Yes Sorin, you are already seeing your power! Choose the reality
you want and watch the universe create it for you. Use your belief!
Remember how it feels to live in the flow of things.”
She smiles at me and takes off her glasses as I begin to laugh. I
laugh harder than I can ever remember laughing. She joins in and we
laugh until we're both laying on the floor holding our sides and
gasping for breath. Huffing between giggles with tears streaming down
my face I hold eye contact with her and know that in another time,
another space, this is how we always felt.
“Soon this is how we will always feel. Again. ” She whispers in my mind.
