Dichotomy-A Short Story of Good and Evil

Chapter Two

 

     Over the last fifteen or twenty years there has been a human awakening, well it has been noticeable for that long at least.  A human awakening.  The idea in itself is strange, but it happens.  There can be all types of awakenings triggered by anything from natural evolution, synchronicity, dreams, and visions to just living a clean and sober lifestyle after dulling your senses with drugs or alcohol for a really long time.  Let us not forget something important here, in order for there to be an awakening in the first place something must be going on that an individual or group of people are unaware of, and that something most likely, at the very least, can have a major impact on the quality of life for the individual or group.   Simply put, there’s a cover up or a conspiracy.  Sometimes however, the world isn’t that cynical.  There are those rare occasions when something goes undiscovered only to be stumbled upon by someone someday.

     Documents and pages upon pages of disclosure have been collected  over the last one-hundred years from people who claim they’ve seen some really strange things.  They mention mysterious disappearances and appearances.  People just coming and going, here one second and gone the next.  Then, there was a man named Roger who mailed a letter to his state officials about a change in daylight.  Roger lived on the eastern coast of the United States, and one day during the winter when the length of daylight was supposed to be at its shortest, he noticed the sun was still shining brightly up until 9:30.  Sometimes ten at night looked like ten in the morning.  That’s definitely something we don’t see everyday, and the young man couldn’t believe his eyes.  He knew something was going on that was contradicting everything he assumed to be normal and routine.  The cover up was all around him though.  One evening in late December of that year the sun was shinning late as it occasionally had, and it was just about 9 o’clock.  Roger was outside muscling his trash cans to the curb, and coincidentally, his neighbor was to.

     “Don’t you think Mr. Sunshine is way up past his bed time,” Roger jokingly asked his neighbor.

“What are you talking about Roger?  It’s always this dark at this time of year,” his neighbor replied.

There was a moment of awkward silence before Roger laughed at his neighbors response and continued bringing the garbage to the curb, but it was then at that very moment that Roger began writing and submitting letters about what he saw.  That brief conversation changed his entire life.  It became the spark and motivation that would get the wheels turning, not to mention the fact now that his sanity was on the line.  Can you imagine that?

     As strange as that story sounds, stranger things kept happening.  The people who witnessed those events or at lest claimed to have witnessed them began to talk.  At first they talked to friends or in Roger’s case, a neighbor, but after a while they were seen as obsessive.  Perhaps they were a bit obsessive, but they wanted answers.  They wanted and needed an outlet so when they were denied face to face contact, they wrote.  Thirty-five, forty years passed and a natural divide took place.  There were people who refused to believe or talk about anything they saw if it was beyond what they considered normal, and there were people who refused to remain silent; they wanted to pursue and find answers.

     The obsessed carried on trying to find new audiences and reaching out to different people.  As universal law would have it, they began to find each other, and their new reality became apparent.  They were outcasts of what they considered a normal society.  A bunch of strangers brought together.  It just happened that way.  It’s really amazing how society functions.  In a natural free flowing society like minds will connect in due time. The key word there is free so if no one stands in the way, why not?  You can call them whatever you want.  You can say they’re obsessed or crazy.  You can say they lost it.  It doesn’t matter.  Who’s really lost here?  Who’s really free?  I can show you wonderful things and give you the right to remain silent, but you don’t have to take it.  I can serve shit on a platter, but you don’t have to eat it.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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