Is it me, or does the XRP Army remind you of the guy who buys a mid size family SUV, and a month later spends $20k trying to make it look more ‘off-road.’
GM… feeling old because i don’t know what skibidi riz is
THE REUNION OF DARKNESS
Chapter VII.
On the news, the world became captivated by the image of a man eating the face of an elderly woman. This was shown on every station's live broadcast. The growth of cell phone technology and access to the internet, would put these clips in everyone's hands. This allowed individuals to watch these crazy video reports on repeat over and over again. The 24/7 news cycle combined with the growth of social media platforms had soon created a sensory overload for society. The dopamine hit that came from the palm of your hand could not come close to the joy and pleasures of living ‘real’ life. The only thing that came close to the on-demand culture that was brewing, was the little yellow pills. These magic pills seemed to both relax the mind, while allowing you to enjoy regular activities in an ultra pleasant state. Soon nearly every adult was taking these pills just to feel normal.
Years had gone by, and society seemed to be getting worse by the day. Cell phones now had more power, data storage, and faster processors than computers. Pornography, social media and large search engine platforms, monopolized all things in society. The monopolization of the platform began to reduce the diversity of information available. Kids were no longer studying or memorizing the basics; every answer they wanted or needed was at the tip of their fingers. The rise of influencer reach on the 3x4” screen began to be their teacher, role model, parent figure and religion all in one. The influencers told them what was the truth, and no one would question the validity of these claims.
The next year, the government created a system that they dubbed the ‘Public and Private Union.’ This union would combine social media and the government, in order to ensure public safety. The government would share information with social media companies and deem who was safe to post and those that posed a threat to society. The algorithms created by top government agencies were now able to predict outcomes based on previously posted content. In return social media would get the ‘inside scoop’ on any moves before the public release.
This Private and Public Union ultimately led to one of the largest censorship moves of our time. Control over the information pushed individuals lower into the relevance marks; allowed the New Era to control the narrative that the public would see first. The first impression, for the new generation, would instantly become their own truth. It wasn't long before the longstanding news organizations, both in print and on traditional media followed suit, for they were becoming irrelevant. Traditional media was seen as ‘late,’ and the stories they published were already out in the public square. Everybody soon got in line with the New Era, those who didn't were systematically brought down. The tactics of the New Era included lawsuits (extending into years), lack of access into the large events, and the delay of information. For most companies this was just too much to bear.
Underground forums started to grow, for there was a small percentage of people who still wanted to get independent information out to the public. These forums were not regularly viewed, and a lot of information was not trustworthy & sources often disputed. The New Era utilized the ‘new public forum’ space as a way to create its own version of the counterculture in order to maintain their dominance. At this time, the growth of AI was just beginning, and the thoughts of the ‘singularity’ was only science fiction. The utilization of bots and deep fake was only used as counter intelligence at that time, but with the help of social media this changed. It started out with a simple task of creating fake users that would share content. The AI would grow over the years and would create posts 24/7 using trend data. The AI was so great that it sounded as if a person created them. The network included other bots that would share, like, upvote, and give the impression that the posts were going viral. These bots artificially inflated the data to show that millions of people were viewing them. The ‘fear of missing out’ was taking over the youth, and had become a real mental disease. It wasn’t long before the kids would only try and keep up with what was cool, instead of trying to find out what was true.
There was a study produced by a scientist that looked at fleas. In order for fleas to move they had to jump in order to spread. The scientist put fleas in a jar and closed the lid. In the jar he gave them all the necessities needed to live. The lid of the jar was closed for 2 weeks, long enough for the fleas to breed a new generation or even a young third generation. After the short two week period, the scientist removed the lid and left the jar out in the open. The fleas in the jar would still jump, but they never got close to the level of opening. The new generation of fleas never learned they had the potential to jump higher than the lid, they never realized that they could get out. With the third generation the fleas didn't jump nearly as high as the previous generation. The scientists quickly learned that if you shut off the hope and limit the potential, it was only one generation before the new limits were the ‘norm.’
This scientist would eventually become one of the top CEOs for the new social platform called ‘Flow.’ This new platform was marketed ‘to be like water.’ Much like water the flow cannot be stopped, therefore truth will always be revealed, and this platform would not censor any users. Truth will find a way forward even when blocked. This new marketing campaign grew quickly by placing their ideals front and center. Users of the platform could also utilize the new functions to make money. Other users would tip or pay for monthly subscriptions based on the content that they chose to support. With the continuing destruction of independent news sources, the flow became the go-to source for ‘independent thought.’
At first things were going well for the platform. Everyone got their fair share, people were making money, and overall spending was great. It wasn't long before Flow began a new system of algorithms. These were created to provide users with the most relevant content, at the most relevant time. The AI assisted platform would assist a user after viewing content that they subscribe to, this algorithm would suggest and auto start additional content. Although most people saw the warning signs in this algorithm, most decided that by hosting the content that they wanted was more important than the flaws. Users would overlook the issues because there was nothing like it, and nowhere else to get the content they wanted.
It didn't take long for politicians to hop on board. The following election cycle would create the largest increase of stock price growth for the Flow. Politicians were promised they could speak directly to the voters, and voters could fund campaigns directly, without any outside influence. The algorithm was working while users continued to get relevant content. Even though sometimes it might not be what they originally were looking for, it was still relative enough to keep their interest. People would spend hours going through the Flow, like Alice in Wonderland they would be lost in a world in their own mind.
As the elections drew closer, a new record was created for the most watched video of all time. The New Era and their ‘promises to society’ video became an overnight sensation. Once again people had hope, people were ready for a new future, people wanted to be heard again. The new era talked of the ‘founding’. This was based on the philosophy that the New Era was ‘founded’ on true principles but that in the past it was led by human beings. That all humans are flawed, but we can overcome this together. The first goal was to admit the errors, and work together to fix them. The New Era further explained that was the right path and they had the direction for the world to move forward. The people would just need to believe and elect the righteous individuals who would bring the principals to the capitol.
THE REUNION OF DARKNESS
Chapter VI.
That next year it was time to reset for Buckley, along with the rest of the country. The government was changing and the people were too. The new political party, now officially called the ‘New Era,’ was growing in popularity. It had now been the first political party to grow internationally. Both the Canadian and Mexican governments had officials tied to this party. The New Era promised the voters to be transparent and honest. It would begin its reign with an audit of all the funds in the government, and all spending would be publicized going forward. The New Era was promising to get the country back on track, back to the promise of ‘for the people, by the people.’
It was all too good to be true, by the spring of that year the first documents were released by the New Era. The honeymoon of the election had soon dissipated. The people were no longer people dancing and cheering in the streets, so happy that the old regime had left. The fear that nothing would change in the past and the new joy that had overtaken the voter was quickly forgotten with the oncoming data leaks. In the days following, 3 former politicians would be arrested and these would be the first to be tried. The documents that had been released showed that each of these men made over $1.5 million in 3 years, working as freelance consulting. The fees paid to them were on green energy solar panels that were never even produced, and the government grants that funded them were paid out as bonuses to the board. The green energy focus of the US would come into question. The finger pointing of past regimes was the fastest way to remove the political competition going forward. The New Era was picking up seats with every election; and the people of this country believed that their voices were finally being heard. Justice had come to the White House.
With all the news changing rapidly Buckley was excited to graduate high school. This would be the time he could be out on his own, Forge his own path, possibly even break the cycle of the environment that had driven him to a dark place. His soul felt heavy over the years. The daily functions in his life had been slowly taking him hostage from the inside. The crushing spirit of those around him was a daily reminder that he needed to get away and try to refresh.
Soon after the political trials would begin, and the televised spectacles drew more viewers than the OJ trials. Society started losing more faith in the government that they had put into power. The prices of basic items, like prescription drugs, had outpaced the rest of the goods. Gasoline, milk, and wheat prices were also growing each year. The farmers began to suffer. The cost of fertilizer, water and parts for machines was driving them to reduce the total planted acres. The more people would work, the less they ultimately had.
The producers of medical supplies became the largest corporations in the world. Their stocks would become the base support for the new economic boom in all economic countries. The increase in life expectancy created a thriving market. Surgeries and procedures, once done on occasion, were now considered standard.
The new era party had grown its seeds deep into Europe. The European faction had its own constitution drafted. The plan was called the Global Reset and focused on a plan to shift the world economy into a cashless and uniformed currency. The New Era would control the utilization and implementation of the currency, to ensure the goal of reducing black markets would come to fruition.
Eventually, the New Era also owned all the loans, banks, and the Federal Reserve. The essentials of life were accessible only to families only if they borrowed against their future and took out loans approved. Those that had strong savings accounts, were forced to exchange their value in order to utilize the funds.
This shift changed the way society worked. Every item you purchased was now traceable. The people once again began to focus on fighting each other for basic needs through bartering systems. The amount of cash flowing through the economy was beginning to decline.
The daily medications, needed to keep your family members alive, began to rise by 30-40% each year, putting more strain on the middle class. People were starting to realize that the new ‘savior party’ seemed to be more inline with the super PACs than others before.
The following year, the New Era announced that the first drugs were to be decriminalized. These were only for medicinal purposes. The utilization of ‘natural medicines’ was the safe and cheap alternative to the much more costly prescriptions. This began the eventual rise of more drugs going on this decriminalized list. Substances including psychedelics, opium and more were deemed appropriate. Any drug that had the potential to cure pain or depression was first added to the list in progressive states. After the trial period in these states was over, results that proved to be successful, would be moved up into the larger programs nationwide.
The New Era also created its own new designer drugs, that focused on becoming a safe alternative. The epidemic was plaguing the nation with overdoses, and the new pills were non-lethal. The goal stated by the New Era, was to create a drug that would re-define the human connection between pain receptors, nerves and the brain.
The science and research published in the coming years would prove that the prescription companies were specifically creating bi-products that targeted the pituitary gland. The alteration of the hormones in the body would ensure that you would feel better. Many people would share results of weight loss, libido increases and overall wellness.
Online conspiracy theorists started sharing documentation and emails from leaders, within the New Era, that these drugs were meant to wither and shrink the minds of the users. The theory stated that these drugs were specifically created for reducing creativity and shutting down independent thought, and would eliminate challenges to the status quo.
THE REUNION OF DARKNESS
Chapter V.
The radio comes on, the whole world is excited, there is finally a viable 3rd party candidate in the elections. Everyone seemed to be enthusiastic about the possibility of change. The political swamp was getting worse every year, and the middle class was dwindling. America was trapped in foreign wars, and the death of sons & daughters coming home was ever present on the news.
This sadness families endured could only be topped by the pain of seeing the senators that sent their children to war, making millions. The deep pockets of special interest groups funding the war machine, only increased the amount of time and energy our people were there. The contracts seemed to always benefit those in power, and those sent out to fight were pawns in a game that could never be won.
The cost of goods that could otherwise be used for weapons, continued to grow. Everyday essentials would put a strain on Americans living in the middle class. The new 3rd party was going to change the status quo. The regular blue collar man finally had hope that their voices would be heard. The excitement could be felt all the way from the purple mountains majesty to the shores of the east.
Finally, the gold standard would be back, and there would be oversight into the printing of cash, funded by ever growing national debt. The hope of laws soon to be changed, promised to decrease the tax burden for families. The new candidates spoke of justice for those who had turned against the people in the country and profited off of the backs of their labor. The rallies were packed, with chants of ‘ justice will be served.’
Society needed this change, and needed hope even more. There was no escaping the divide that was starting to bubble up. The country was growing evermore divided by the day. Neighbor argued with neighbor; friend against friend; even brother against brother. The dinner tables across the land became desolate and lonely. People started gathering together less and less, since every time they did, arguments would arise. People started to focus on the values they had that made them different, instead of the majority of values they shared. National pride had now neen labeled as nationalism, and was becoming demonized by the liberal party. The lack of pride for the country only grew as the younger generation watched the divisive nature of their fathers.
The more people that moved into the city, the more crime would rise. People started disassociating themselves with more and more things, the lack of national pride now became a lack of pride for anything. The land was now filled with hate.
The neighborhood Buckley grew up in was changing too. Suddenly people were more aggressive and the younger generation was even worse. Gangs started to spring up, and kids as young as 10 or 12 were beginning to commit more heinous crimes. The mall he worked at afterschool saw more and more violence everyday. It was becoming commonplace to have police stationed in common areas like stores, schools and even churches. The laughter and fun that Buckley showed on his face while watching these horrific events like a stranger getting shot, was all just a cover. More sadness would fill his soul with what had appeared to be the inevitable change in his world.
Buckley often felt like a sad clown. Even though he wore a smile, and always did everything in his power to make everyone happy, he was broken on the inside. He felt that the light that burned inside of him would stay dim forever. He knew what it felt like to be down, and never wanted anyone else to feel this way. The mask that he wore was never physical, it was always as simple as a smile and a hello.
One night in Late December, the world would once again fall into ruin for Buckley. This was the ultimate destruction of his world at this point. The one person in the family that seemed to keep everyone together had died. His grandpa, although not that close to him, still meant the world to him. He was gone, he was not coming back. Buckley always had a stylized view of his grandfather, this was partially his imagination, and partly the fact that all kids see their grandfathers as larger than life figures. Black & white pictures of a man in uniform always bring the best view of days past. The greatest generation had that going for them. The days of mistakes and errors kept private have now disappeared and all that is done is recorded and shared.
The Christmas holiday that year was the worst in his life. The funeral close to the holiday would scar the joy of Chrstmas forever with the scene of his crying grandmother. The little faith he had in good things drifted away even more. ‘How could a loving God take this person from me? ' He thought. It felt once again that everyone that was close to him would be met by the Grim Reaper and his cold soulless hands of fate.
THE REUNION OF DARKNESS
Chapter IV.
After the airport was finally built, the local people seem to forget all about it. They enjoyed the influx of money into the city, and the jobs that had been created. A small western town, had in a decade become one of the busiest travel destinations in the world. Even the politicians enjoyed the new playground they built. Making it easy to get in and out, while adding on new taxes and contracts in order to keep their pockets lined with cash.
Soon this expansion would put local and state government officials in notoriety across the nation. The governor had dreams of moving up the political ladder, and others followed suit.
It was the 90s and a new change in the American government was brewing. The people in the streets were once again getting wise to the corruption. The nightly news would feature crime, and use fear as a way to increase ratings. People quickly became pawns in the news cycle, which encouraged the fear in order to have them stay through the commercial break. People noticed that their own bank accounts didn’t grow, while politician’s had. People saw their savings drop and their stocks would plunge; while the politicians only got richer.
Often the senators of the time conveniently always sold their stocks two weeks before the masses would lose their investments. The world was changing and focused on personal image. Consumerism was taking full effect. People began to spend their way into popularity. This became the first time that an individual could influence others in the same way movies, TV and magazines had in the past. The government was fully onboard. They wanted America, and the people within the country to look strong to the outside world. The benefit in the end was that people would never amass the amount of money needed to challenge their power; and instead dig piles of debt for themselves. Every once and awhile an individual would rise up and seem to bring people together and change their consumer ways. These people would sometimes disappear or die suddenly and their ideals would go with them. Occasionally, in small groups, the conversations of idealism and regime change would continue.
It was nearing the day of the last days of middle school. Buckley was riding with his friends in the back of a busted up Geo Tracker. They just got back from eating their weight in Taco Bell. The crew was riding around, going nowhere and listening to the subwoofers bump to Ja Rule’s new album. At the red light, the rest of the crew pulled up beside them, including the girl Buckley was getting closer to everyday. They had been walking home from school together, even though she did not live anywhere near him, he would walk just for the time to talk to her. She smiles from the back seat, as her brother calls out from the window, ‘race you to Third Bridge’. He steps on the gas and rockets ahead. The music was still so loud in the car you could barely hear the engine roar as they tailed along.
The red cavalier cruised ahead on the winding dirt road. As one car would fall behind, the other would catch up and pass them, by going along the field next to the road. Out here there was nothing, the long empty fields seemed to only end where the horizon began. The crew is all rapping together when Buckley looks out his window. The other car is gone. He turns back to see if they turned off at the last intersection, but all he sees is the plume of smoke from the only tree you can see, and the dust from the dirt road behind them. ‘guys, stop the car.’
They quickly pull a u-turn and speed back to the tree ahead on the left. The driver starts to slowly take his foot off the gas when they approach and the car is now only creeping towards what they now see is a crash. They jump out of the car, and run to see if everyone is ok. The broken windshield and bent metal was only the start of the scene. The blood dripped out the side of the car through the gap in the door. All they could see was the breathless bodies of their friends mangeld in the wreck. For what seemed like an eternity, they laid there in shock of what to do next, before they jumped in the car to go get help. The day turned into night, while blue & red flashes of light burned into his memory.
The next year, the death that surrounded Buckley would become ever more daunting. The depths of depression seemed to be a ball and chain that he had to bear. After the tragic school shooting that took over the news over the last few months, all the kids were finally getting back to regular activities. Parents grew ever more afraid that their kids would one day ever come home, and started placing blame on anything they could see as impressionable. But tonight, all that would not matter, it was the school dance night.
It had been a long day of school, followed by rehearsal for the school play. Buckley was ready to forget everything and get ready for later. He knew that it was time to meet up with Sheena. Her punk rock style reminded him of how he was before he changed to this private school. Her jeans tight through her thighs, and cut across the knee were tucked into her doc martens. Whether it was the lack of girls in the school, or the wild and untamed approach that Sheena had in life; tonight was going to be special.
Just before the dance, a quick trip for burritos, and a quick hit of weed on the walk back, took the pressure off the night. His Nokia went off, Sheena was bringing a friend to meet up with his boy. It was perfect, and all was lining up. The moon was out and people were filling in the gaps, dancing out in the warm open air in the quad.The dj, the lights, and the stars made the night feel like a fairy tale. With a simple kiss, the night was over too quickly.
A few weeks later, after no calls, Buckley drove out to south Denver to find Sheena at her school since he hadn’t heard from her since the dance. He figured why not ask her out to Rock Island that weekend where they could dance together once more. He pulled up to the school, and saw a poster with her picture on it. The pink poster board was surrounded by hollowed and burned out candles. It was then he knew that his kiss was the last one she would ever receive.
Things got harder in school after that. And was nearing the end of the year when one of his best amigos was essentially kicked out of school. It wasn’t like anything that most kids would deal with. The aftermath of the tragic events surrounding school shootings, had put his buddy in court, fighting for his future. The fear fell heavily on Buckley’s shoulders. Not only was he losing his boy, but had to go and speak in court. The system had put him on a path that would cause even more isolation for him. He had to go against his nature, of protecting his closest friends.
The drive home was rough, the depression had gotten worse in a matter of hours. The thoughts of ending his life that existed before had been ever more present today. The death cloud that seemed to curse him, was creating a dense fog in his life. It felt that there was nothing out of reach for the misery. That those around him were also a direct threat. He was tormented by two separate paths to go down for life. It was either slowly giving in to what was becoming day to day sorrow; or trying to stand tall.
As he grew more into a teen, his fight with physical sickness started taking a hold of him more and more. His diet grew more restrictive by the day, and going outside in the sun only made it worse. This disease coursed through his veins like a cold river. It was something that both changed his perspective on life, while being ever present. Inside, he knew he was a fighter, and that all these things couldn’t get the best of him. In fact he knew that he had always had this mentality in him. For years, people would know him from his unique style and a mohawk, that he wore proudly on his head like a warrior going into battle.
GM! Do you ever think about how creepy and weird it was that you could poke someone on Facebook? 👉
THE REUNION OF DARKNESS
Chapter III
In the 1980s things were great and the economy was booming. People were laughing, people had jobs, and overall everything was good. For one kid growing up in the suburbs outside of Denver. The nightmares would only begin with his birth. For this child had strong faith, from the earliest days of his memory. Maybe, this child thought, one day I could even become the pope. This all changed when the visions and nightmares that plagued his life changed the way other people saw him. Family, friends, and even society would quickly label this child as an ‘item that needed fixed.’ From the early days of his youth, events, people and items that appeared in his dreams would often be seen again when awake in the following days.
Often as a child, he would look down as he slept, and could see himself laying in bed. As he slowly drifts farther and farther up in the sky, the bed seems to get bigger. Seeing himself getting smaller in the space that he once covered. His pulse would quicken, and the hollow feeling in the throat would begin to grow. This gut reaction left him feeling lonely,and homesick for days on end. Fear would fill his heart as he saw himself laying there not being able to move. He would try and force himself to try and fall back into his body, but he keeps being pulled away.
It was in these late hours into the night when sleep paralysis had slowly been taking over his body. Pain in the feet, wrists and hands would radiate with fear and grief. He could not breathe, but with eyes open he could see the room.
He is trying to scream for help, and to wake up anyone in the house, but he still can’t breathe. No sounds come from his mouth. His mouth opens wider, and with all the force in his body, he can’t yell. His hands quiver and tighten quickly to the point where they can’t open. His wrists feel like they’re bleeding, and the pain in his feet shifts up into his legs. There is a dark presence around him, and death fills the air. He continues screaming inside of his head, hoping and wondering if anyone will wake him up. The child is confused, lost in time and space. Then suddenly gasp of air, that fills his lungs so quickly he almost chokes. He rapidly wakes up in a cold sweat, wondering if it was all real. The child is not able to know if it was just a dream, or if it was reality.
As he shifts his head trying to adjust his eyes to the light, he sees the light flicker in the hallway. The person walking through the door looks familiar, almost as if you have seen them before. As they come into view, they quickly fade. As these events continued into his adult life, family and friends that had passed would appear more often. The thoughts and dreams would linger in this child as time went on.
When he told others of the situation, they never understood. Often responses would include a swift diagnosis along with the ideals that this person must just need a little bit of medication, for ‘what they have seen is not real’. ‘This kid just has a big imagination, and is suffering from depression’. ‘I know a doctor you can take to give him medication. They will fix them up. It will just take time’.
Years later after visiting the doctor, repetitively and continuing the drug therapies prescribed. This child, who now goes by the code name, Buckley, read that this doctor lost his license to practice. This doctor gave ketamine to young adults in order to assist with mild altering hypnotherapy. This doctor utilized the drug to allow patients to get over their depression without having their default resistance to therapy. Buckley, would end up in government records, and be tracked going forward. The progress, long term side effects, mood changes, family life and grades would all become monitored. This child was incurable, and was divergent from the standard results.
For years, Buckley would spend days thinking of ways to end his own life, and how it would affect his family. The dread of thought consistently entering his mind, seemed to dominate his motivation. The world at times felt hopeless. He was in a repetitive mind loop, zombied out on anti-depressants, and lost in a changing world around him.
It was Sunday and Buckley was riding in the back of a half beaten down Chrysler minivan. The old airport in the middle of the city, was deemed no longer viable for the future of the state. The plans to build a new airport, way out of town, was anyone could talk about on AM radio. Driving through town Buckley saw many large trucks passing by. The trucks were full of dirt, but they were going towards the new airport land instead of away from it, as you would think since in order to build a large foundation there would need to be a large hole dug. It seemed that there was almost enough dirt to build a new city moving toward the airport planned spot.
Listening to his father sing along to Queen on the radio, Buckley would notice the buildings that were just built near the airport last week, were suddenly gone. This time, he tried to dig in more. Just as he turned his head to see more, the semi truck pulled alongside the van and blocked his view. The van drives west, as the family heads out across town for the regular dinner with his grandparents.
As the airport began to take shape, the new international community in the city would grow along with it. Promises of job creation fueled the home builders to set up shop. Governments all over the world were also in on the potential buying land in this high altitude city. Although homes were being erected for years, on the land owned by other countries no buildings would ever be built. The assumptions and conspiracies of underground cities and bunkers would grow, but the evidence was never seen. It was just another conspiracy that Buckley would hear and like many wonder what all the signs were pointing to.
That night he laid in bed, drifted off and immediately transitioned to a place he had never been. There were dark gray cold concrete walls towering up as high as he could see. In front of him, complete darkness. He started walking forward, each step slowly taking place as the ground began to tilt downward. He went down this tunnel, which appeared to be underground, since the damp cold air reminded him of camping. He was heading closer to what looked like the train was waiting for him.
This train took him deep underground, almost as if he were a coal miner. The train speeding up rapidly, and finally coming to an abrupt halt. Suddenly a man with a mask came forward. As Buckley tried to see the man, he only saw his own reflection in the glass. The mask was blacked out and he couldn’t see his eyes. There were small holes on the side of the mask where he would breathe, but they were covered by some kind of strange filter that he had never seen before. The filters looked as if they were glowing with UV light penetrating out the sides.
Suddenly the air became sick, it was almost too thick to breathe. He could hear children laughing in the background and then slowly fade away. A rush came over Buckley and he was transported back to where he began walking forward into the darkness again. The room was so dark you couldn’t see your hand. Then suddenly it was as if the sun rose, the room filled with bright light. He took one more step, but felt the floor had disappeared under his foot. As he tried to pull back his right foot, he noticed there was a cliff. He felt a push on his back and fell over the edge. Buckley woke up with a jolt. The feeling that your body just hit the bed knocked the wind out of him. He took a second to catch his breath since he had never been so close to hitting the bottom before.
THE REUNION OF DARKNESS
Chapter II
It was a cold night when blessed Anna Maria Taigi foretold, what would become a reality many years later. She was just an ordinary housewife, who led a good Christian life. Her reputation of miracle cures, reading hearts, and foretelling deaths were slowly becoming true. It wasn’t until she told the tale of what would eventually be known as the three days of darkness.
Anna Maria stated that there will be two punishments. The first one will consist of wars and revolution on a scale we have never seen before. The other will be sent from heaven, has an intense darkness, lasting three days where nothing will be seen. She continued telling that, ’the air will be laden with pestilence. It will be impossible to use any man-made light, except for blessed candles. Those who look out their window, or leave their home will fall dead on the spot.’ She somehow knew that the enemies of the church either they were known or unknown would perish over the whole earth during this universal darkness. Demons, in all sorts of hideous forms, would infect the air itself.
These prophecies continued later into the 19 century with the Blessed Elizabeth Canori Mora. Her revelations are written down in her own words, that the world would lose its normal order. A dark wind would blow, and the sky would take on a morbid blue color. Mournful shrieks would fill the air like the roaring of a fierce lion, and blood curling echo’s would resound all over the Earth.
Blessed Elena Aieo again, let us know that the punishment over the whole earth would last for 70 hours. That the wicked will be crushed by clouds of fire and lightning. Some nations that completely disappear.
Blessed Mary of Jesus crucified, foretold of these three days. Her vision told of the people who gave ways to evil. They would perish, and only 1/4 of mankind would survive this darkness.
St Columba, although did not mention darkness, in the six century, did mention great wars, and unjust laws. Columba stated that people would live in ‘false ideals of the world, ‘ and ‘the church would be despoiled.’
Saint Hildegard said the world would be devastated by earthquakes, storms, waves of water and oceans would flood many countries.
Saint Casper del Bufalo foretold that the three days of darkness would leave the world covered with carcasses.
St Methodius informed the world that in the future, the enemies of Christ will boast of having conquered. The world created would be inescapable.
Anthony the Great, gave a warning to all mankind. This predicted that things will go so far astray that “all when men go mad, and if someone is seen who is not mad, they will attack him saying ‘you are mad, you’re not like us.’”
Saint Faustina Kowalska told us all the light in Heaven would be distinguished, and great darkness of the whole earth would come.
Saint Padre Pio often told of the darkness. His instructions were to keep your windows covered, and light a blessed beeswax candle. Do not go outside, for you will parish. There will be hurricanes and rain of fire; all beginning after a very cold night. Do not leave your house; those who do will be killed instantly by the wind will carry poisonous gas. Those who suffer and die innocently will be martyrs, but Satan will triumph after three nights. He also foretold the war of 1950 would begin the introduction to these events. The catastrophe will come upon the Earth, like a flash of lightning, and the light of the morning sun will be replaced by black darkness. The select few that God has chosen will not sleep during these days, unlike like the disciples in the garden of olives.The devastation will be great but in the end the Earth will be purified.
The first and seemingly most accurate prophecy of Saint Nilus, told us of times in the 1900s. He informed us that in the middle of the 20th century people will become unrecognizable. People's minds will grow cloudy, people's appearances will change and you won’t be able to distinguish men from women. He said this will begin the time of the antichrist. He told of times where there was no respect for parents, and all love will disappear. He told of the morals and traditions that would shift into falsehood and greed. When all this is achieved, unhappy people will spend their lives in comfort, without knowing that this truly is the deceit of the antichrist. From then on the days will shorten, and the enemy will lead all remaining, even the chosen, into temptation.
All of this was not new for mankind, especially for those who read scripture. For it was in Exodus 10:21-23, that darkness fell upon Egypt for three days during the 9th plague.In Isaiah 13:9-11, told of a desolate land. In Matthew, Mark and Luke darkness covered the Earth for three hours when Jesus died. Finally in the book of revelation 16:10, the fifth Angel, would pour a vile upon the seat of the beast bringing on the darkness and people will gnaw on their tongues for pain due.
People laughed and made jokes about the future, for no one truly believed you could know what would happen. These were just prophecies of mad men & mad women, who utilized fear in order to keep you from sin. Society was drunk on the knowledge of science. The laws of nature proved these things couldn’t happen. The prophecies continue to be ignored, and stored away in the depths of the Vatican archives. For anything that went against the salvation of man was to be extinguished.
THE REUNION OF DARKNESS
Chapter I
The fall of the government was inevitable. In 1907, the Tillman Act began the process of mixing business with politics while making it nearly impossible to track. The process of private business funding politicians had gone on before. The election before this act took place involved large sums of cash. The lobbyists had been at it for years by this point. Nothing would take place in the country without the lobbyists putting their fingers on the scale. The laws and acts that are passed in congress are often secretly penned by these individuals, ensuring that the business world would never be as impacted as the individual on the street.
Following the Tillman Act, corporations began funneling money in different ways, providing anything of value to political campaigns in return for influence. By the roaring 1920s, government and corporations were in bed together, and the booming economy along with the new free lifestyle in the US was the talk of the town. Prohibition had created such a large underworld in the US, that all walks of life were easily approached. Never before had influence been so easy, and payoffs from local to national levels were the ‘norm.’ The loopholes created by the new laws, along with this new influencer power, would eventually lead special interest groups, & super PACs.
These PACs would outpace the individual donor in overall donations. This provided the PACs the influence that was greater than the voter. This would continue to grow over the years.
As time went on, people began to lose faith in the system. Governments around the world have been struggling to maintain power; but they had to find a way to keep the masses down.
In the news, there was a growing number of independent journalists. The items that were once shutdown by a cover story, were now accessible to the people. There had been genocide happening all over the world for decades, and the profiteers were mining and oil companies. The gold rush of the 1840’s was nothing compared to the wealth accumulation acquired in Africa.
Diamonds, gold, and minerals to produce technology, were bringing large sums of wealth to corporations. The spread of wealth created the largest wealth gap the world had ever seen. The ‘every man’ was getting paid less, and in some countries wages were so low, people were starving, while the CEOs and politicians continued to live a lavish lifestyle. The news of foreign companies using slave labor to produce goods that were imported into the US was shut down repeatedly; and often those reporting in other countries would disappear.
With the recent virus going worldwide, the power of the government has only strengthened. Since then the world would become so distracted with political correctness, moves to eco friendliness, equality & equity, and more liberal movements that left traditional morales behind, that people did not pay attention until it was too late. The world that once had slavery; now became slaves to spending and social influencer status. The world has become a monoculture, where thought is almost disregarded. Social media also created a culture where remembering or memorizing details became useless; the phone in everyone’s hand became the ultimate distraction.
The government systematically created a society where people fight against people to avoid individuals from seeing that true power lies within their grasp. Recently people are killing people over bread. Noone goes outside because it is not safe to drive a car, for fear you might get shot. Children are killing children, people are afraid to take their kids to school. And those that do go to school are taught a different lesson in life than generations in the past. The new woke education teaches children that their lives are useless. The teaching continues to push the narrative that we are only good for the output they put in the society and not the inputs for themselves. This was all explained years before, but society did not pay attention.
SHORT STORY - THE REUNION OF DARKNESS
FOREWORD:
Be prepared for those to read this. The author of this story, combines some personal life details with visions and nightmares that have plagued them in life since childhood. Although this is fiction, as readers begin looking into the future prophecies and studying the past; more nightmares in higher frequencies have been reported. The only release of these visions has been to share them with others. This story has become a black plague on society, with those that have read it becoming tormented in their life.
Individuals have reported symptoms including night terrors, visions of apparitions, feeling uneasy, becoming fearful, afraid to look into strangers eyes, and an overwhelming presence of darkness hovering over them as they rest.
In the beginning faithful participants in the church would feel their faith provided protection. Since the prophecies give detailed horrific events in the future, the religious have always seen this as a sign for the good to eventually arise. Knowing that the future is going to get tough, but in the end, faith keeps us going, still did not prepare them for the tournaments they would receive.
Individuals have also reported the visions sent to them in their dreams feel realistic. The fourth wall of our nightmares has been broken. One reader sent a letter to our editing staff describing the events as a realistic walk through the plagues of hell.
Beware to those that turn the page, for there is no turning back.
This is the ‘reunion of darkness’
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It was a dark warm spring night and everything was the best it could be. It was like a fairy tale for the young couple, Kirk and Jennifer. They had been high school sweethearts for the longest time at (hidden name to protect the innocent) High School. Although there have been many stories of tragic things happening at the school recently in the news it was great for kids to be themselves. Spring of 1998 felt like a new beginning after the large Long Winter of 1997 which had one of the largest storms in Denver history. The couple arrived in a limo with their friends. It was almost like a scene from a rom-com dancing out of the top of the limo music playing friends high-fiving and sneaking a beer or two in the back of the ride. as they pull into the prom the limo driver Slams on the brakes, the idiot School chef old man Oliver, really doesn't know how to look both ways when he crosses the parking lot. Kirk yells out “ hey old man want a beer?” with a slide this more look Chef Oliver puts his head down and heads into work.
as the kids walk into the prom balloons on the floor, streamer curtains through the doors, a cover band playing Blink-182 and 3 Doors Down, jocks to the left, goths to the right, and the few nerds lined up along the bleachers. Kirk and Jennifer had to find a way to leave their friends behind, And have that special prom night experience.
Kirk, who looks just like Freddie Prinze Jr sneaks off to find a space where he can bring Jennifer later. As Kirk heads down the hall he sees that something must have gone wrong in the lab earlier that day because the school Janitor was trying to clean up a weird mess that almost looks slimy and steamy in appearance. their chef Oliver again, and for some reason he's telling the janitor to go home and leave it to him. Although this makes no sense to Kirk he has another’ mission’ on his mind.
Jennifer the hot blonde, Who recently was dropped off the Pom Squad, For getting in trouble at school for being too promiscuous and wearing two shorter clothes, headed to the bathroom with her girls to get ready. she and her friends knew tonight was the night, the dream prom experience, the hotel room and the after party were going to be the biggest of the '90s.
In the kitchen, Chef gets to work and he has a long shift ahead of him. he has to prepare to feed hundreds of kids at the after party. but for some reason he just doesn't see himself. The pale almost gray skin and bloodshot eyes show that his drinking problem is causing a reduction in his sleep patterns. The kitchen doesn't look the best, and the dirty walls just seem like they're alive. dirty equipment almost screams of a lack of awareness. Chef Oliver that's one thing on his mind: he needs to feed all those kids.
But what seems to be off no one really knew for sure, but we think it started around January. After the large snow storms in 1997 the Moisture in the air left a slight mist and fog every morning which was weird for such a dry climate. there were hints possibly that the lab at school had to be closed no one really knew why, but things just felt off. Someone heard that the goth kids were trying to grow mushrooms in the back of the lab in order to get high on prom night, but they're failed attempt just lingered in the back closet. Mr Smith, the science teacher, thought the room smelled weird and after a couple of chemical spills this year, the principal decided to shut down that lab until after the summer when things could be reset for the new year. The school lab was right next to the cafeteria, and the smell lingered down the hallway. there was a black streak running slightly along the ceiling tiles. The streak looked as if it went into the air vent on purpose, but how could it it's just dirt right?
Back at the prom The Jock kids were getting in trouble they brought in a little bit of rum and possibly added a bit to the punch bowl. The nerds were still standing by the bleachers hoping I'm praying that a girl like Jennifer would look back at them. One of the Nerds, Jared, noticed that weird black stripes seem to be in more places. The snack table at the corner of the room where the punch bowl sat, almost looked as if the black stripe was growing up the side of it but he thought to himself my blood sugar must be low. I need to get out of here and get my inhaler.
Kirk, still looking for that perfect spot, noticed there was a storage closet in the back of the kitchen he thought he'd go check it out. he thought to himself if I can get some strawberries and some of those aerosol whip cream back here, it would be heaven at least until I got caught. as he turned out of the closet he bumped into Chef Oliver. but something look different this time, and the last 15 minutes he seemed to look Lively almost joyful. Kirk brushed It Off and thought to himself I'm going to go get Jennifer and I'm going to get laid.
Chef Oliver reached down, grabbed the onions out of the bin and went back to The Cutting Board. The black ooze is now taking over a few tables. Chef Oliver had work to do head down chopping away. he knows to himself but his mind started to wonder more than it ever had before and for some reason he wanted raw meat. he never felt this hungry before he went to the cooler walk in and reached in to the pack, grabbed a burger patty took a bite. the experience was overwhelming, the taste on his tongue the drip of blood down his chin the chunks of lard melting between his teeth, it was all too much he needed more. he sat down still in the cooler and buried his face in that pack of burgers he knew that whatever was in him now was just what the doctor ordered. as he looked up his skin looked like it was bubbling but it wasn't boils or a burn it was something growing on him. it's almost like actually it was like the black ooze had taken over the kitchen and he was becoming part of it. his body changing his appearance growing weirder with every bite until he stood up slowly went back to work, because he had a lot of work to do.
Back at prom the jocks are pouring everyone drinks, they know how to be popular unlike those stupid nerds. one of the jocks said hey let's get those nerds drunk let's see if they can dance the Carlton just like from Fresh Prince. Jared that stupid nerd, took the first shot but when he looked down at his plastic cup it looked like ocean slime he yelled’ what the f*** did you give me it tastes like s***.’ the dean who was stuck watching the stupid prom jumps in, hey no fighting take this outside. the jocks walked away and the nerds decided to start heading home going down the hallway to the lockers. one of the Nerds started throwing up “guys I think they tried to poison us”. Jared said “yeah I don't feel quite right but I'm getting so hungry.” they started heading to the school kitchen because they knew they can grab a bite to eat. when they pushed open the door it was a disaster, the chef had stuff everywhere nothing finished place was a mess looked disgusting. Chef Oliver turned to the kids and in one look they knew what to do they turned back and headed back towards the prom. on the way they ran into Kirk and Jennifer they were making out by the water fountain. Jared asked Kirk ‘have you seen those dumb jocks anywhere?’ Kirk said,’ yeah I think they went to the technology room they were going to watch some p***.’ Jared and the Nerds took the hall on the left and headed to the technology room.
“ what up losers” said the Guy in the letter jacket, ‘you guys have to leave or I'm going to f*** you up.’ Jared said’ let's go you and me right now.’ then Jared started running back towards the kitchen all the jocks following behind. Once they got into the room they stepped and the black ooze and could barely walk anymore; Chef Oliver starts hitting them over the head with his meat tenderizer hammer. the jocks would be the feast for the rest, the large muscle mass was best for making his signature dishes. Comfort food like nachos burgers piled on with fried jalapenos and cheddar cheese, hot dogs loaded with toppings and chili, pizza barbecue sauce drizzled on the large Meat Lovers deep dish extra crispy crust. as he took the first one, he used a slicer making thin cuts. only the thinnest cuts would work for his Philly cheese steak. the parts that were not used were just dropped on the floor and consumed by the black ooze. Chef Oliver paused for a second took a cup drain some of the blood and took a drink, every sip gave him more energy than ever before. he started going into a mad dreamlike state where he felt like he was the leader of a pack almost like something was telling him what to do but he could barely understand what was happening. it was almost like the black ooze to feel his presence and he could feel theirs well it started to feel like an how do you say like a another person with him. he had to get out of his own head started smacking his head left and right and got back to work. one cut up put in the smoker, another better steamed. finally the Tilt skillet to make that chili, Onions beans tomatoes stock and of course meat thrown in the Tilt skillet and set to a simmer. and grab the next kid, and took the immersion blender to his throat it was a fast and quick way to go but it also was a perfect way to get the small pieces needed put into the Buffalo Chopper to create the perfect ground chunks to make that Chipotle glazed Nacho sauce that the kids loved. He was getting all the work done and then here comes the sweet couple trying to sneak into the kitchen. Quickly the Nerds push them into the walk-in freezer they're stuck they can't get out they're cold. they start screaming for help but no one can hear them.
the chef moves on to the final jock he has a special way to prepare this one. he has always wanted make the perfect dish one that was good enough for a TV special. He grabbed the puff pastry, he knew the Wellington was the only way to present such a rare specimen. he took the boning knife, Stripped Away the skin and began cutting out the loins of meat that would be used. he turned to the Nerds but he couldn't see them anymore, his eyesight was getting worse. when he saw Jared he noticed he was mutating. he didn't look like a zombie nor did he act like a dead mindless being, but something had changed. his skin look like it had melted, that he was dissolving almost. could it be, could the Nerds be dissolving into the black ooze. the chef turned the left and knew in an instant, this was fungus. the sweet smell of the perfect fungus was something all chefs cherish. that Umami flavor it gives off so unique and so delicate but so perfect. what an honor these nerds had to join the perfect form. Chef thought to himself, I need to feed the prom… but also my children, my precious children of ooze.
one more dish for the perfect night, as he reached into unlock the freezer door he could see the couple shivering. with a quick grab, He got a hold of Kirk but she ran away. somehow she managed to get out into the hallway. her screams could be heard from miles away, and the gymnasium started to empty out as if there was a fire. the chef Furious that she had gone, quickly hit kirk over the head with a hotel pan. he had to get that girl, he couldn't let her spoil his night. he had too much work to do and all his friends were hungry. the after prom was about to begin and he needed guests to serve. he slowly walked down the hall kids running everywhere, he was knocked to the ground and slowly closed his eyes.
the next morning, the radio shared the news. Denver International Airport was on lockdown? No one knew it was going on, but Jennifer was headed out on a family trip for spring break. as she sat in 34A, she felt A tingle on her leg. she looked down and there it was a black mark. it felt as if it was alive as if it was becoming part of her leg, she knew she had to stand up and go to the bathroom………………….
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