This story is by Raylene Henry and was part of our 2021 Spring Writing Contest. You can find all the writing contest stories here.
19th March 2021 Australia
“Shh,” she said, “Don’t talk so loud. There’s someone else in the room…”
I quickly looked down at my phone as the couple peered over in my direction. There was no way I wanted to miss their conversation, because it was making so much sense to me. They had been discussing the ‘misinformation’ being spread by pretty much every media outlet in the world.
I was sitting at a hole in the wall café off the street, sipping on my fresh coffee. The room contained four tables, with only two of those available for customer use.
The owner of the café materialised from out the back through the swinging doors, carrying two delicious looking fruit smoothies. She made her way over to the couple at the other table who were quick to offer their gratitude for the refreshing drinks. The owner seemed to disappear as quickly as she appeared.
It was very hot but the overhead fan was doing a fabulous job, considering the heat of the Australian summer. I probably should have ordered a cold smoothie, or something similar, but I have to admit I’m quite partial to a freshly ground hot coffee.
Thankfully when they restarted their conversation in a more hushed tone, I could still hear what they were saying.
The woman started talking, “What do you think is actually in the vaccine, and why are they so trigger happy to roll it out?” “It’s because ‘they’ need to keep the people under control,” the man replied. “I’m still trying to figure out why a vaccine is even necessary given the statistics,” she continued. “Apparently, this voice box virus has a 99.7% survival rate. Hah, you’re more likely to die from being vaccinated according to the research. Not only that but what sort of virus do you catch that has no symptoms?” “I know,” he agreed. “The world has gone mad.”
The man took a long sip of his smoothie, as beads of sweat started to form on his forehead. The humidity was climbing as every minute passed.
By this time I was halfway through my coffee, thinking of maybe ordering another one. The couple at the table across the room seemed to be quite settled in for the moment, and I was working up the courage to ask if I could join their conversation.
“I believe it’s a spiritual war,” he began saying. “Dark versus Light so to speak. At the changing of the Ages from Pisces to Aquarius, I believe humanity has a chance to ascend into the new Golden Age.” “However, the people currently in control of this madness wouldn’t benefit from this and would lose their power,” he continued.
“Oh, I see,” she replied. “So, are you saying that you think there is something in the vaccine that will switch off the spiritual awakening?” “Hah, now you’re getting it,” he said. “And they are distracting and confusing the population to try and get away with it.”
“That sounds suspiciously like entrapment to me,” the woman spoke. “I would never allow ‘them’ to insert anything into my body. That would be a fate worse than death.” “They are going to trap your soul to feed energy into the dark forces.” She shook her head in despair.
Listening to the couple’s conversation gives me chills, because everything inside me screams out truth. I really hope they don’t get overheard by the owner out the back, such things are not allowed to be spoken about these days because it disrupts their ‘fear programming‘. The more I think about it, the more I believe that the entire history we’ve been taught is a lie.
Television ‘programs’ for instance, it’s so obvious to me now. ‘They’ have been ‘programming’ us from the start to serve whatever ‘their’ agenda was at the time. Well, I think it’s time for the people to take back their power, we don’t have to acquiesce to ‘their’ demands at all.
The heat in the small café continues to rise as I sit here. I have finished my coffee now, but will stay a little longer. In fact, I will order a mango smoothie I think.
The man suddenly stands up, rushing past my table to the street outside. The woman’s eyes followed him in confusion. After around five minutes he came back inside and sat down again with the woman.
“What was that all about?” she whispered. “Something doesn’t feel right,” he said, “and I thought I saw a very ‘out of place’ vehicle slowly drive past up there on the street. But never mind, there was nothing there when I went to look.”
“Did you know it’s one year today since ‘they’ shut down the Australian borders,” the woman sighed at the man, “and all for the purpose of ‘global control’, at such a momentous time in the evolution of humanity.” “They are certainly very crafty at this ‘game‘ that’s for sure,” commented the man. “I know how they do it,” the woman continued speaking. “They instil fear through ‘their programming’, which effectively lowers the energy of the collective conscience. If only more people would stop buying into the media’s ‘fear campaign’, and start critically thinking for themselves, then humanity can evolve,” she said.
I ponder on that for a moment. Could it really be that easy? Replace fear with care and love, and become sovereign citizens. I like that as a concept, but how would the collective go about that I wonder?
Suddenly the atmosphere in the room changed and the couple went eerily quiet. I turned around to look out the window I had my back to. There were several armed men making their way towards the small café. This doesn’t look good I thought, maybe the owner of the café had alerted the authorities of the couples conversation. You know the world is in trouble, when its citizens turn their back on each other out of ‘programmed fear’.
The men didn’t walk past the café as I had hoped, but instead entered menacingly. They walked directly up to the table the couple were sitting at and pulled out their weapons. The couple were ordered to get up and follow the men outside.
I got up and followed them out onto the street. “Why are you taking them,” I said. “What have they done?” I was told to mind my own business, and if I started voicing similar ideas to the conversation I just overheard, my fate will be the same.
I stepped between the men and the couple and said in a raised voice, “You are not taking them anywhere, they have done nothing wrong!” Probably not my smartest move ever, but I am known to act impulsively at times.
I was pushed to the ground and felt a surge of electricity go through my body. I suffer from heart arrhythmia and as a result my heart stopped. A horrible sensation made my stomach feel like it was dropping out of my body. I had been tasered.
My life flashed before my eyes as a beautiful angel stood before me. I felt complete safety and love, and familiarity with this being in front of me. “You have done well child of the universe, we are all very proud of you,” the Angel said. A knowingness then came over me, a remembering of who I was. Earth was my higher learning centre and I had several lessens to master this time around.
“We have to send you back now my dear,” the Angel told me. “There is more for you to do before you return home.” “You must seek to enlighten as many as possible, as Earth goes through her changes. This truly is a spiritual war between good and evil, and fear must be eradicated,” he continued. “Your physical being is ready for your return now child, and we are always with you.”
I awoke in a hospital bed with a nurse by my side. “You had us worried for a second there dear,” she said. It took me a couple of minutes to gather myself and realise where I was. I started to tell the nurse about the Angel’s visit and how my life had flashed before my eyes. In fact I couldn’t stop talking for some reason. I told her that there was nothing in this world to fear, not even death because we are in a higher learning simulation. Love is the only currency you need to master your lessons while here on Earth.
“Shh,” she said, “Don’t talk so loud. There’s someone else in the room…”