‘’Let me show you’’ I reply and we find ourselves in New York City.
‘’This is where it started’’ I continue. ‘’Central Park. Still snowing, look at all the buildings. I used to come here, you know. To contemplate. To analyze. Many ideas were born here. And many died. I was just like you, James; always curious and always with a splinter in my mind. Something just wasn’t right, I thought. Something was very wrong with the way the world had been portrayed throughout the ages. Everyone seemed to focus on the big questions but not many wanted to risk everything to get to the bottom of the rabbit hole. I, of course, very much doubt I will ever get to the very bottom, but I’m trying – that’s all I can do. So you see, James, this is not a simulation. We’re very much in another place now, a parallel universe if you will. This world is going to suffer a very similar fate. I don’t have to tell you their story. You need to know more about me.’’
‘’Were you always that person who knew something was wrong?’’ the reporter asks me.
‘’Always’’ I reply. ‘’That’s interesting.’’
‘’You didn’t react to the change. It’s like you expected that.’’
‘I can’t explain it’’ says James. ‘’I feel at peace with myself. I am in awe, but not the way you’d expect me to be, I guess.’’
‘’Good point’’ I tell him. ‘’Good point. Anyway, my life was a constant mental rollercoaster. I never had any communication problems, but it all was so fake, so superficial. I never really felt that I belonged. I had problems with calling my mother…mother and my father…father. I’d refer to them as ‘you’ or ‘he’ or ‘she.’ It’s as if I instinctively knew that the planet I had previously landed on was not conspiracy-free. A convoluted mental and physical environment, it got simpler as your IQ dropped. I was a successful individual, I did so much, much more than people do in their life. And yet … and yet something was missing, a very important piece. I was someone who could talk for hours but then needed that majestic experience of solitude. This is when I came here. To this beautiful park, surrounded by all those trees and that silence all around me. That serenity. It felt out of this world, knowing that I was in the middle of a raging metropolis. When problems began, I wasn’t really surprised. I knew. I expected them…but still, what came my way was far bigger than I had anticipated. Far worse. Indeed, the truth was stranger than fiction at that point. ‘’
We move again, finding ourselves in the city of London.
‘’What a beautiful summer day’’ I look at the people around me. ‘’Another financial center, we’re out of phase. Another planet about to experience THE genocide. Let’s start here, shall we.’’
James makes sure that his device records everything. His investigative eyes scan my every move. Still waters run deep.
* * *
‘’First’’ I spread my arms in front of the black Sun church. ‘’First, they declared a pandemic. Again, nothing new. People with genius IQ tend to think laterally. We see a lot. We connect the dots. We are a different breed – and that whirlwind in our minds, that hypersensitivity when we enter a room full of people, that lack of understanding on a deeper level – that’s the price we pay for our mental acuity. Still, I wouldn’t trade my intelligence for anything. And here’s why.’’
I enter the Church with James. We can’t be seen, we operate beyond the tangible.
‘’Look’’ I tell him and point at an altar in front of us. ‘’Go there and listen.’’
‘’What the hell are we supposed to do!?’’ one woman exclaims. ‘’They’re gonna kill us all!’’
‘’Chen is just a pawn, where do we go from here!?’’ another butts in.
‘’The Vatican, they’ve got an observer status, you know the UN observer status, no vaccines there!’’ adds another.
‘’Fools’’ I approach James, who is filled with bewilderment. ‘’Fools, nowhere is safe. I wish I could take you away, but you are bound by the consensus reality. You gotta free yourselves. Death is no cure for ignorance.’’
‘’What’s gonna happen to them?’’ the journalist asks me.
‘’They’re gonna die’’ I reply matter-of-factly. ‘’All of them. Dead.’’
‘’Let me show you.’’
‘’Welcome to the St. Pancras cemetery’’ I proclaim. ‘’What a beautiful Indian summer. This is the biggest cemetery in London, well…two cemeteries in one actually. You don’t want to know about another one. This is now why we’re here.’’
James gets the message. Still in control, still listening.
‘’You see’’ I look at pine and maple trees all around us, shedding their leaves. ‘’This is where I hid before all hell broke loose. When it was clear that people were dying because of the very vaccine that was supposed to protect them. Look around you. Do you see the bodies? All murdered. Even the most experienced conspiracy buffs could not believe it. All they talked about. All they mused about while put into their cubicle as their boss scanned their every move. All true.’’
‘’Does that mean you regret not taking action against this juggernaut?’’ James asks me.
‘’Oh I did a lot’’ I reply. ‘’And besides, it really doesn’t matter so much now. It turned out that the so-called alternative media were largely controlled. Thought they’re gonna be spared. How foolish of them. The bottom line is this, James: the ones that were supposed to protect us – killed us. It wasn’t the aliens that killed us. It wasn’t some malicious external force. It was us. We did it. No eschatological cult. We’re capable of conceiving Auschwitz and yet people could not believe that there was a plan to exterminate 99% of the population. Six million or six billion – does that really matter? Or is this just a statistic? Think about that. Hubris mixed with naïveté – the human race was dead. No one came. No UFO’s. No Ashtar command. No bloody one. As simple as that. The zeitgeist bubble destroyed my previous life; at the beginning I was scared; then I was angry; now I am grateful.’’
‘’Can you describe how you died?’’ James asks. ‘’What happened?’’
‘’James’’ I muse. ‘’What are you gonna do with this information?’’
‘’I think you know that all to well’’ he smiles. ‘’You chose me. You probably know everything about me. There is no room for failure in your case.’’
‘’Ah’’ I raise my left index finger. ‘’Fair enough.’’
‘’This is me’’ I show him. ‘’Observe.’’