PROJECT 43432
Page 6
“A man with a tattoo on his left hand… it doesn't ring a bell. Don't worry about it.”
Suddenly, a short man dressed in a red coat and strong look shouted something in that strange language, and everybody started taking their seats. The stage was lit up and the notice board looking thing turned out to be somehow a computer or navigation system for Mike, who was very excited, being a witness of all that was happening. The man with the red coat left the stage. After him came a middle height man, with a shaved head, strong big eyes and loudly announced the name:
“Adonis!”
Hearing that name, everyone went very quiet. In couple of moments, they heard steps from behind the stage and the crowd slowly saw a shadow coming into the light. Adonis, who was the first to start those meetings and to establish this secret society, was standing tall in front of them. Since the breakthrough of the police years ago, no one has seen him or heard his voice. Today he was there in front of them, looking strong and full with purpose. He slowly looked at everyone while nodding his head, feeling the power coming from the crowd. Then Adonis started his speech with a deep, strong, and controlled voice, which was vibrating and touching everyone.
“Warriors,” he made a little pause. “The time has come when we will once again stand against our enemies. Like a Phoenix resurrecting from the ashes. Everything that happened in the past showed us that we were not prepared, we were not united as one, and our minds were not strong enough. Everything is changing in life and we cannot control it all, but we could control what we have always had — our consciousness. We need to guard it with our lives. If we use it wisely, a new world could be established where we will be stronger than those who control the many. I am glad we had the strength to survive through all those years and remained strong and united. You are all here because of one reason, reason that will help us understand ourselves and make the outside world a better place to live. I believe the day will come when the human race will be free of greedy people, of people who want to imprison others in their traps made for human souls, of people hungry for money, not able to see the world from a different point of view. One—day brothers, this time will come and maybe I will not be alive, but I will die proud to be a part of that movement, which we established and which will create the new world where everyone will be free. And we must not forget that when the people lead, the leaders will follow.”
A second after the speech ended, everyone clapped strongly. Mike was full with different emotions and that made him think about his life. He captured that moment deep inside himself. Adonis left the stage and another name was announced:
“Heops!”
Alan was excited. He has never seen his virtual friend before. Now was the time. A tall black man with long dark green leather coat came on the stage. Everyone went quiet as all knew him from before, but like Alan, no one have seen his face or heard his voice. He started his speech in a calm and measured voice:
“The earth and the people are in constant connection. They are dependent on each other, and we could guess where the world is going, by looking at the people that live on this planet. We reached a point where we are careless, we forgot our true values, we could not keep the connection with nature as before, and we are lost. What made the people go in that direction? Have they consciously chosen to experience violence, people to be killed on the streets, kids to be kidnapped, people to be mugged, and women to be raped? I don't think so. What then made the people behave that way and the rest of us to accept these things? Was it because someone told them to do so, was it because they liked living that way? The answer to this is also No. Then what made the people go in that direction? Or maybe the question should be, on which level the manipulation is done, conscious or unconscious? Moreover, how this was done? How all these people could be manipulated to be so violent, so arrogant, so ungrateful that they have been born and the way they were using their lives? These are the questions, which I would like to discuss and to find a way to stop this silent and unnoticed changing of the people's thoughts. As we can see, the whole world is following wrong ideals like sex, money, violent thoughts, and ideas. What makes us forget about our true self? We all must wake up people! Is death an escape from this cursed, full with fear and violence world? Are the drugs, which can bring us to some different virtual realities also an alternative? It might be for some people, but not for us. We can see that many people want to escape from this world, which according to the government is getting safer and safer with every single day. Why do we want to escape? Because, ladies and gentlemen, the truth is that… we live in a chaos, a chaos created by our minds, our imagination. Those who can control your mind… can control your world. And what about the uniformity of thought. Slowly this is happening in front of our eyes, and the more we see it, the bigger is the chance for us to accept it as something normal. I believe that we could slowly change the world as it is now. I believe the world is not only black and white. I believe as we can choose bad, we can also choose good for us, for our children. All that it takes is a conscious thought of love, because love is the true essence of existence. It has always been, and will be… the creative force of the Universe. It is up to all of us to choose it. To wake up and to take a step, a leap of faith!”
Clapping and admiration followed the speech. For Mike this meeting was getting too out of his abilities to understand and comprehend all that was said. He looked at Anika, but she made a sign to be quiet. The next name was announced:
“Lee!” He was one of the old generation's secret society members who were very much involved in everything these people were doing. Suddenly a man came on the stage and said something to the guy introducing the people. Adonis quickly came on the platform and announced:
“We have been tracked and the police is on its way, we must move quickly. Everyone, proceed to the secret exit!”
This place was chosen because of the secret passage underneath the factory. The end of that passage was under a busy bridge, from where they could easily mix with the traffic and escape unnoticed. Everyone's car was parked at the beginning of that tunnel, in case something happen. They were all trained about these situations and there was no panic or running around chaotically. Everyone quickly proceeded to the exit. Couple of Dorgs remained at the front gate to stop the police and to give time to the people inside. This was in their blood. Alan, Anika, Mike, and Alan's Dorg drove quickly through the tunnel. Alan expressed his concern:
“I had that feeling, I knew something would happen. I can't believe it! Someone told the location and the time of the meeting. A serious investigation of all people needs to be done. Anika, contact Adonis tomorrow and ask him to check every member who was here today. I want to know the names of everyone who was at the meeting today.” He looked at Mike…
“I haven't told anyone, I swear,” Mike got a little nervous, as the three of them, with an inquisitive look stared at him. “Please, you trust me right? If I have done it, why should I stay inside and risk to be killed. Please!” Mike protested.
“We need to ask everyone. We must find out who is responsible.”
The Dorg said something in his language to Alan and they both nodded. After about ten minute drive, they stopped the car in front of a house. Three of them without the Dorg got off and knocked on the door. A young guy called Keno, about seventeen years old opened the door. He was very bright, born in Japan, who was living with his family, which immigrated there fifteen years ago. The sight of Alan and Anika made his eyes wide open.
“Guys what are you doing here? Come on in.”
When they got in, Alan asked Keno to bring them to the “room.” This was something like a command center, full with the latest technology. They had placed cameras around the old factory and could see the people in aura—energy mode view, where everyone who was from their society would look like a blue or violet color shape. Alan explained to Mike, that the people who attended the meeting had a specific energy body color and they all looked alike seen through that camera.
Keno started the recording and everyone looked at the people's energy colors. They saw themselves as they arrived and here Alan spotted another figure, who was walking towards the gates with dark orange energy field and who entered the hall. They waited to see if that man would leave before the meeting was cancelled. Yes, he left around the same time the meeting was interrupted. They were thinking about how someone who was not from them could pass the Dorgs and even talk to them. Alan realized he did not introduce Mike.
“Mike I am sorry, this is Keno. He is one of us and is responsible for the security of our transmissions. He could assist you if you need help but never come here alone or without notice in advance. It's too risky.” They were too involved looking at the screen to engage in something more than shaking hands.
“Keno, scan the energy field of the guy with the orange color and run a search to find any person in the last week with similar type of aura, who was walking around the old factory. We need to go now. Let me know when you have results.”
CHAPTER 7
Transfer
They quickly got into the car. The empty space inside the vehicle was filled with silent thoughts. Alan was determined to find out who told the police the location and the time. He was pondering about the fact that the person with the orange energy passed through the Dorgs, and they could not find out who he was. How a person who was not from them could know the language and enter the meeting. The only possible answer was that he must have been a member before, but that could be everyone. Alan knew many people were attending these gatherings in the past and there was no way for him to remember or guess who that might be.
“I must speak with Adonis…”
“I will check all members who were attending,” added Anika.
They were driving fast. Something was changing, which Alan could not understand. Behind the veil of his thoughts, a piano music was able to make its way and to enter into their reality. Mike noticed that they all looked worried and thought something bad would happen. As they were driving, the music was patiently increasing its tempo, not wanting to disturb the vibrational signature of the moment. Outside, rain and wind were the components illustrating the world's mood and look. Darkness was covering everything, the roads were wet, and the sky could not be seen. The car was moving quickly through the empty streets, hitting the falling raindrops, matching the music's mood. They were in the suburbs of the city when the Dorg made a sharp right turn, got off the main road and continued the drive on a third class route. Then the music got lower and slower. A violin sound was gently squeezing itself through the vast space, mixing with the piano's rhythm. It was too dark for Mike to recognize where they were, but for him it seemed they were in the forest, that was just outside Karash. The Dorg was driving carefully, making sure they did not hit a tree or a rock on the road. Soon the destination was reached and for Mike there was nothing special about it. The driver turned the car's lights off. Inside the vehicle, was a complete silence, but the sound of the falling rain was loud and heavy. Behind that sound, the violin was gently softening the atmosphere, making way for the piano to express the current mood. The four of them were sitting, looking around, and observing the situation. The music slowly disappeared. After couple of minutes sitting silently, they got off quickly and walked through the trees, reaching a place where the ground was not a soil anymore. The Dorg reached down and grabbed a handle of a heavy metal lid that seemed to be covering a hidden tunnel. All of them except the Dorg went inside it. That place was built for the “warriors” in the late 2015 in case of an emergency or secret meetings. It was not big, just enough to accommodate twenty people. Mike was the last one to enter. While he was going down the stairs, he noticed many gadgets and machines, which made him very curious. They walked a little bit further through a narrow corridor when entered the main room. At the left side, there was a chair with three screens connected to it. It reminded Mike of some science fiction movies. “A chair with special helmet, which probably has to establish a connection with the neurological system of the human” though Mike.
“Mike, as you are part of us now, I would like to show you some of our equipment and things we do,” Alan said.
“Alan, what is that chair for?”
“It is designed to change your frequency waves, so that you could experience different realities so to speak, but that I will be explaining later. I know you heard me speaking in an unknown language with the big man outside. He is not a man but a genetic mixture of human DNA. There were hundreds of experiments done in the past by the “Company“. They wanted to create the perfect soldier by shifting and modifying the human DNA in a way that it will increase the sensitivity of one's senses and decrease or even erase others. Their other purpose was to replace us. The “Company” gave them A id and called them Dorgs. Dorgs are better than us, stronger than us, with more physical and mental stamina than you can imagine. They have almost no self—consciousness, which made them ruthless killers. They do not feel pain and have no feelings. Most of them are very difficult to spot if you don't know what to look for. Moreover, the “Company” has developed devices, which they placed on the satellites that circle around the earth. They can spy on all people in the world and record any conversation they want. Even take a very detailed picture from space. For that reason, we developed this language, which you heard me speaking with the Dorg. We must always use it when communicating with someone from the group or anything about the organization. Now, let me show you how this chair works. Please, sit on it and relax.”
Mike interrupted:
“What do you have in mind Alan?”
“Don't worry. I will explain it to you now.” Mike did not realize that there was another chair with the same features as the one he was sitting on. Alan sat on the second one and placed a helmet on his head.
“This is a brain frequency equalizer. It adjusts your brain frequency waves to be like mine, allowing you to receive brain patterns from my brain, containing the secret language that we speak. We are still experimenting with recording data from our brains on to vibrational media. Its function is the same as of CD or DVD, only the information is recorded and stored within a vibrational signature. We use different kind of crystals to store the data for this experiment. Now, let us get back to the transfer. I have my helmet on please put yours as well. You have to be completely relaxed as any strong brain activity may disrupt the connection between the two sources and the information will not be full.”
Anika added:
“Mike, close your eyes and lean back. After a minute, I will start the process, which will last for a couple of minutes. During that time, you must remain calm, leave your thoughts to come and go and try not to think about anything. You may feel a slight headache but that's normal as your brain will process lots of information for that short period of time.”
“My head is full with thoughts and ideas, which I can't stop, but will try to do as you said.”
Anika prepared the machine. Both men were ready for the transmission.
“Start in 3…2…1.” The process completed for around four minutes.
“Well, how do you feel Mike?” Anika asked.
“I have the feeling that my head is going to explode.” They laughed and she assured him that this was only the first time. Alan turned to Mike:
“The information you have now, cannot be accessed immediately from your brain. It takes some time before you can consciously use it. I would like to tell you more about our aims as I started that in the hospital. We have a list with companies, which we need to expose to the public. These companies are responsible for the building of those factories that pollute the environment and destroy the nature. Companies, which send people into the north pole to
kill seals and many other animals. We want to stop that, because this cannot go on forever! Our planet is dying and these people have no idea what they are doing. The rest of the corporations are just stealing money from the people by increasing the taxes and by not giving the right information to the people. These same people are also controlling the news media, which brings the focus on less important things. Everything is against the good of the human beings on this planet. Some actually live a normal life, but not the majority of the population. The life which the system was and is creating is cruel my friend and the people cannot realize that. If something happens to Anika or me, I want you to know what we were trying to do and if you want, to continue our mission. As far as we know, you are not on their list. No one knows you are here or that you have been exposed to that information…” Mike interrupted Alan.
“You mentioned a list. What list?”
“It's a list with all the names of people like us, fighting against them. At the time when the police broke into our meeting, not only we were caught, but also they collected personal information about us and we are on their so—called “black list.” Mike looked a little bit confused. His life changed so fast and his brain could not accept everything that was happening. He felt as if he was in a dream and that he would soon wake up.
“No, it's not a dream. It is normal if you feel discomfort or confused at this stage,” Alan reassured him.
“But, how did you know that I was thinking that?
“When we were exchanging the language minutes ago, I didn't only transfer the language to you, but also leveled out our frequencies which allows us to ” read” each—other's thoughts.” Alan made a sign to Anika and they all left the place. The Dorg was waiting for them outside. Mike wanted to know more about the Dorgs: how they think, what gave them that power, and how they were created. He felt as he was born a week ago. His feelings were new. He was in a world so much different from his ordinary life, but he liked it and was determined to learn more about the reality and its real face. Mike decided to ask: