posted on Jul, 5 2009 @ 09:30 PM
The last breath of God.
Jaime knew these were the last moments of her life. The war was coming to an end and she would be one of its final casualties. She actually didn’t
mind, it would be nice to relax for a while and let this sadness wash away from her. Death had never been something she dreaded or feared, because she
knew the end of the journey was never really the end of the journey, but always the beginning of something new.
She’d known herself to be Indigo in the time when that meant nothing, how she longed for those days. Those who actually spoke of it considered it a
joke and laughed at the idea. Her kind were scorned and ridiculed as obsessive, self important and quite mad. She let the words slip past and went
about her business. What they believed had no importance; the age of higher light was upon the world.
“Do you have any last words?”
She did not look up at her questioner, only bowing forward to receive the blow that would take her life. She felt sorrow, not for herself, but for
those who had let it come to this. There were less than 100 thousands human beings left on planet Earth, and still they killed one another.
She looked back at the events of the last few years, they had been warned but did not listen. They had been warned.
The Indigo movement had largely been ignored before 2010. They had no leader or direction, only a few books by would be prophets that heralded their
arrival. Though laughed at and scorned they went about their lives, caring not for the closed mindedness of the people or derision sent their way.
Then came Bobby. His name was Robert Jason Sanderson the 3rd but Bobby was the only name he went by. In the summer of 2010 he published, “The Indigo
Calling” which touched the heart of every Indigo born that read it. The book was a best seller and soon distributed for free across the Internet.
Though the Indigo children had always felt a calling, for the first time they actually knew what it was.
His words spoke of how we were all a part of the divine. He dismissed religion as a prison for the mind. Politics were for the greedy and
self-serving, Life was to be lived in service to one another, for only by helping your brother or sister along their path could you truly find the
happiness on your own.
The most important thing he asked of the Indigo was that they move to higher ground. Form self-sustaining communes in the mountains where they could
be with their own kind. Leave the world behind and prepare for the world to come.
They did. He had formed a camp high in the Rocky Mountains but others formed communes in the mountains all around the globe. For two years they worked
with one another, creating small city-states in remote regions where they learned to be happy in the company of one another.
The world laughed. They laughed at Bobby, they laughed at the Indigo, at the prophecy.
And then the world itself revolted.
On December 21st of the year 2012 the poles shifted. Tectonic plates slid like glass across the mantle of the Earth. The whole of Africa slid beneath
the waters that surrounded it and waves as high as mountains washed across every land mass. Mountains exploded with volcanic eruptions as the planet
itself convulse in the dying of the age. Land that had been in the coldest of climates was moved to the tropical regions. Land on the equator found
itself in the snow belts. Mankind died by the billions, along with every other animal on the planet.
The survivors were the ones who had sought the highest ground. The Indigo communes, though shaken and not left untouched, had survived. Communications
were reestablished quicker than anyone expected. Short wave radio with solar generators soon began to reconnect those who had made it.
Those who had survived also included thousands who were not a part of the Indigo family. Those of the old age who believed an angry God had somehow
brought his vengeance upon the world, those who knew and remembered only hate.
And thus begun the Indigo wars.
Those of the old age began to attack the Indigo communes. They would kill any member of the village if they could catch them alone. First though they
would demand repentance and an oath of loyalty to their God, Whichever God it was they worshiped.
And so it was, on a day while out collecting water from a stream that Jaime was taken by the old ones. They demanded she repent, acknowledge their
God, that she sell out her soul so as they may be faithful to their own. That she deny being whom and what she was.
Leaning forward she waited for the blow that would take her life.
In the distance she heard a baby cry and recognized the sound of one of her own. She understood that all of the children born now would be of her
kind, the next step in the growth of mankind. The Indigo had never even needed to put up a fight. Kill them all and the children born the next day
would replenish them.
And those of old, the ones who hate and worship an angry and bloodthirsty God, would hear his last breath when the last of them passed from this
world. That will be a joyous day.
The blade fell upon her neck.
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