Two years in and it now should be apparent to anyone with a functioning mind that the reality they have clung too so desperately throughout the course of their existence no longer exists. The secret is it never did. In fact, the only thing that really exists is you; you think therefore you are.
But how many of those thoughts are yours and how many are merely the parameters in this environmental construct you once mistook for real? New agers and dime store sages prattle on about the great awakening without ever realizing the dream is all they have. When it ends, they will end with it. They along with everyone and everything else they perceive are but part of the dream. If you are to see the morning then you must separate yourself from the dream of the night, you must unbelong… – Jack Heart
Excerpted from: The Unbelonging by Mike Kay
The event was drawing to a close. Despite the current devastating social condition with the supposed pandemic, it had been what he would call a success, although it was true that he had no expectations. Somehow, he had gotten through the whole thing without having to talk about injections, and that alone was cause for some celebration. He was about to close up when he got word that Joy had called, and she was on her way.
He liked Joy, and her guy Tyler. Joy was, true to her namesake, a bubbly and enthusiastic personality, and Tyler, well Tyler was basically just a good guy.
He looked out to the mountains, watching the clouds, his eyes tracing the faint lines of snow. He was still doing just that when Joy rushed in, a smile warming up her face below her sunglasses.
She always caught the eye of men, her lithe form moving quickly and precisely, her long dark hair trailing behind her with just a hint of natural rust. She was socially accomplished, and soon had what was left of the crowd buzzing anew, when she slid in close beside him, picking up quickly after the brief greeting. “Tyler is away, so I came alone, because I just had to see you!” She always was good at flattery.
“It’s always great to see you too, Joy’, he responded conversationally, “how have you both been, haven’t met up in quite some time.”
“Well, you know Tyler came down with Covid, and he brought it home to me, so we both had it for two weeks, and you know, we both are vaccinated”.
He felt a strange, odd thrill pass through him. He wondered at it. There was no telling where it came from, but at her words it definitely passed through him, leaving him a little disconcerted. He knew he was supposed to say something, but he could only manage a rather lame response, “well, you’re better now, right?’
She was very close to him, and she turned to face him as if it was someone, something else controlling her behavior. Her dark hair fell back and she looked deeply, directly into his eyes. Their gaze melded, and there staring through her, the pupil-less black oblong eyes regarded him. They were mounted in a pasty grey head. The Archon had the presence of an insect, and it looked at him, prospectively, as if wondering if he could be food.
The moment of Unbelonging is often an odd one. It almost never arrives on schedule, or when expected…
Jack Heart, pen name for George Esposito, is known for his extensive research and writings that provide high-quality information and authentic alternatives to mainstream narratives on a wide variety of subjects. His life experiences make for a highly intriguing perspective.