posted on Jul, 5 2009 @ 07:00 PM
Throughout his training as a soldier, there was one thing he had been taught, over and over again. This point had been stressed on the first day of
his training, and repeatedly thereafter: Do not let yourself be captured by the Indigos.
This was because the Indigos tortured their prisoners without compassion.
And yet, here he found himself face-to-face with that prohibition. At the last moment, before the Indigos had overtaken his position, he had been
unable to end his life. He had hesitated. And as a consequence – just as they had warned - he would be tortured.
The training videos had shown horrific documentary scenes, and had attempted to explain. The Indigos were different. Unlike normal humans, Indigos
only had a sense of "self". They felt no empathy. They were unable to connect to the emotions of other people.
The Indigos were genetically different. This is what would permit an Indigo to ignore screams of pain, observe the pitiful begging for mercy without
emotion. They could not connect. If you were unfortunate enough to be captured, the Indigos would torture you, until finally you gave up everything,
including your soul.
His trainers drilled him. It would be much better, under any circumstances, to escape capture, retain your humanity and end your own life.
"Say it," his torturer spoke in a detached tone. "You want the pain to stop. We will give you morphine, and your pain will go away. Just say these
Whether he lived or died now was immaterial. The only purpose of his life was to end his pain. They had broken his bones one by one, his toes, is
fingers, his feet, his hands, his legs, and his arms, his hips, his face. They had shattered his body with medical precision. His agony was
After a point, he had begun telling them everything. Troop locations, strategic plans. But they had continued relentlessly.
"Just say these final words, and the pain will stop."
Regaining some level of consciousness, he realized he might finally put an end to his situation. His training no longer mattered. He had no goals, no
morality, and no sense of "self" whatsoever.
"I – I – renounce –"
"Yes! Finish the thought!"
"I – renounce – the war against you."
"And – I am sorry."
His torturer nodded. An associate immediately injected him with painkillers. Almost instantly, his pain began to subside.
Someone put the muzzle of a handgun into his face. He could see the gun, and the slim hand holding it between his eyes.
"Good. Just agree to one more thing. And if you lie, we will know that, and you will die immediately. Say it now! If you can!"
Even in his agony, he momentarily resisted. At this point, he could say nothing more without believing it fully. He could not lie, and yet could not
hold back. Death loomed. But the pain was beginning to subside now. Death did not seem as attractive as it had moments before.
He sighed. "Yes," he whimpered. "Yes. I will no longer eat meat."
"Excellent. You renounce war. And you are sorry for participating in it. And you will embrace vegetarianism. A good start. One of several that we
would have accepted. It is all we needed to hear."
He received a second shot of morphine. The pain disappeared completely, and he began to unfold into blissful unconsciousness.
And as he faded to sleep, he looked at his torturer's face. And for the first time, she smiled. She was unbelievably angelic and beautiful. How could
he not have seen that before? How beautiful all Indigos truly were!
"You are taught that we are without empathy," she said. "You are told that we believe only in our own selves. But that is not true. It is simply a
fact that our empathy travels in a different direction than yours. Go, my soldier. Think about what you have actually surrendered, and why. In time,
you will heal, and you will understand...."
[edit on 5-7-2009 by Axial Leader]