by Manu Amun
Chapter 4
"Zohar!" Bilal screamed.
"Where did you drift off to?" Nyema asked.
"Just retracing our steps and seeing the foolishness that led us here." I responded.
“I cannot do that or I may punch one of them in the back of the head.” Nyema muttered.
“Feisty as ever I see, I dare you go ahead and punch one of them, I would suggest mom as dad is driving and crashing would derail their plans for sure. But you know mom is crazy.”
“Shut up Bilal.” Nyema responded with a punch to his arm.
As we drove we heard on the radio a report on the president's message last night.
"The president made his address to the Nation last night where he instituted Marshall Law where over twenty arrests were made of suspected home grown terrorist. It is not clear to what group these terrorist are tied to but the president has stated that he will remain vigilant in order to protect the American people. He has also pushed forward Executive Order #666777 where during this war he will remain as President to see this through as it cannot be trusted that the citizens that cast votes are not the terrorists they are pursuing. This has been met with a surprising acceptance by Congress.”
"So are we going to get any explanation as to what is going on, I mean a federal fugitive will not be the greatest thing to put on a college application." Bilal said.
"I know how difficult this must be for you all but hopefully this will make sense. The government is in the midst of a purge, they are looking to eradicate all people with any spiritual inkling because we are the ones who stand in the way of their plans. We have the key to overthrowing everything that they have worked to gain since their rise to power." my father told us.
"We are our own leaders and look to no one, the ones who connect to a time before their power was secure and have knowledge of a world where their power was birthed. We know that it is in each other and most importantly ourselves that we find guidance, which makes us difficult to deal with because there is no one in control that they can specifically target to topple our movement. It is something that resonates in the souls of us all. Arizona holds the key for us because for one their control is not as forceful there and as a group when we come together we are most powerful where we have the ability to influence this plan of theirs. The land is swelling with those who hate people like us but deep down they want to be us it is the strangest thing I have ever seen" my mother added.
"But the key to all of this studying of spirituality is to know that we have all of the answers within us. It is like a flame burning in the night that will guide others from this realm and beyond to aid in our quest." said my dad.
“This does not make any sense and it is hard to get a handle on and dad why are you speaking in riddles, I would appreciate you being a little more direct.” I told him.
“It will all be understood once we get to Arizona. Because you have to see what I am saying the words do not give this journey we are on any justice.” He said.
"So what about the guns?" Bilal asked.
The guns are for our physical protection, the work we will be doing in Phoenix will be for your spiritual protection. We will need to have people on guard when the spiritual work will commence because that's is when we are most vulnerable as you will fall in and out of consciousness if everything goes according to plan and you may lose track of time not being able to decipher what is real" my mother answered.
“This does not seem outrageous to you?” Nyema asked our parents.
“Not at all, we have never trusted the government and they showed their hand so we are moving before they get even further on the offensive.” My mother answered.
This back and forth explanation from my parents was as alarming as it was comforting.
I had so many questions that I assumed were going to be answered upon our arrival.
But the road to our destination was built with checkpoints by the National Guard, who enforcing the Marshal Law nationwide.
The first test was as we made our way across state lines from the District of Columbia to Virginia. The government had created technology to gauge spiritual growth, but my parents were ten steps ahead as they have been since the president's address. My father had a lot of hip hop music that my mother considered trash; however the frequency which the music would resonate at would pull our energy levels in our spiritual body to a lower vibratory rate and make us undetectable to their sensors. So the bad music would make us look ordinary.
