posted on Nov, 3 2014 @ 02:43 PM
As I battled with it I refused to be defeated in what I felt was a match of brains over brawn, with a sense of inevitability about my victory. Finally
with one last tug I was able to prize the kitchen drawer open to be met with an sight of horror, the amalgamation of the failures of my last 10 years.
The drawer held disused watches with faces that offered no guidance and wrapped by snakes of wiring that carried no spark of purpose. Amongst the mesh
of the now useless was the torch that I had been in search of, and with two clicks it showed it still had something to offer unlike myself. My life at
the age of 39 had become a blur of monotony stitched together with little challenges such as the battle with the kitchen drawer. My 40th birthday
loomed large somewhat like the vast dark mountain at which my humble home sat at the foot of. My life had become devoid of
excitement and purpose, much like the mountain that blocked out the light that I once knew to be there. It was this desire for something more that
propelled me out of my lounge chair to inspect flickering lights that appeared halfway up the mountain.
With my warmest winter jacket blocking me from the harsh winds I made my way to a small patch which disappeared into the darkness a few feet ahead.
With the half charged torch I was able to provide some sense of direction and made my way through the tangles of trees with the branches pulling at my
coat in hope to deter me from my assent. With the lights now only 20 yards above me my trembling hands had quickly turned to uncontrollable shaking.
The excitement and fear was overwhelming to the point I was losing control of my torch beam.
I finally came to the area where the source of lights appeared to originate. My hearing was heightened picking up every whistle of the wind and
crack of twig beneath my now motionless feet as I peered through a small opening between some trees. Blinded by the brightness of the small lights I
shuffled closer in order to gain an view of any source. Then with a surge of shock taking hold from my feet right up through my body our eyes met.
There she was or was it a he, I wasn’t sure. All I was sure of was I had never seen something so intriguingly beautiful as its glowing small smiling
face encompassed by light smiled at me with a sense of curiosity. It was humanoid but of three feet high, its clothes were glowing white and let out a
warmth that was blanketing my face with a sense of reassurance. Its eyes were large, and as another came into view I saw it shared the same
The initial sense of shock had quickly vanished in a warmth that encouraged me to move closer and as I came into the opening and stood facing these
beings a loud clear voice filled my head silencing the elements around me. The voice did not have a source but after telling me who it was I knew it
was coming from the being in front of me whose small round lips had not separated. The voice wanted to know who and what I was, and for how long this
world that we are in had existed. Any thoughts or answers I could offer were buried in the confusion of a mind that couldn’t comprehend what was
happening. The voice explained they are from a civilization from within their earth and had heard stories of ancient primitive cultures that once
inhabited the the outer world. They didn’t believe these teachings and had set forth on a voyage to find this lost civilization, my civilization.
Finally I found my voice and a rush of questions filled my mind, however the only thing that came out was this civilization was not here. The world
that I was a powerless part of held no resemblance to the definition of civilized. A world maintained and contained by fear, control and war was not
one they would wish to discover and they should leave immediately.
They could feel the sincerity in the fear and terror I spoke of, however they struggled to fully grasp the idea of a world devoid of freedom. After a
short time in silence they agreed they must leave, however would insist I should be truly free and come with them. Through what I know their world
will know the dangers and evil that has enslaved the outer world. That it was no longer empty of life but was currently empty of freedoms. Looking
back towards my empty home and my empty life I felt the need to go with them and leave my once secret uncivilized world. Unsure of what lay ahead I
felt it had to be more than what I was leaving. Finally I was able to make a true fee choice and was going to face the consequences of true freedom.