by Lee Sonogan
Power From Within: Vol 1 - Birth Of A Utopia
A novella by,
Author: Lee Sonogan
Warning!: This book has controversial ideas, plus doing drugs and experimenting with your conscientiousness will not give you god like powers
Introduction
Hello, my name is Lee Sonogan. I have a passion for design, stories and writing. I have completed my first writing course. This has given me a craving to write a fiction story. To create something that is worth something for me and people. Also, to show ideas/values, though an interesting story. This novella shows a lot of controversial thoughts and is not recommended for everyone. The story in this book is inspired by what I used to daydream about before I fall asleep. My love for DC comics, superhero stories. And the ideal that the world and humanity can change for the better. Even without a super natural power. Each chapter is split into three different sections. The main character tells the world about his powers. Origin of powers and before he tells the world. And a other world. Or short as Past, Present and other world in an appropriate order. All these chapters are similar to short stories and all relate to each other...
I hope you find all the themes and topics in this story interesting.
Worlds, dimensions and infinity power. Possible through a trip through your own subconscious. The main character, Joven, a 29 year old telemarketer, experiences the power that fuels space and time and merges with it, turning himself into a godlike superhuman. That has the power to do anything he can imagine. With next to none limitations to his powers, he changes the world with his friends. But arrogance, selfishness, pain, anger and violence linger in the unseen darkness.
Table of contents
Chapter 1: Isolation
Chapter 2: Origin
Chapter 3: Confusion
Chapter 4: A dimension of my own
Chapter 5: Introduction to civilisation
Chapter 6: Deep future
Chapter 7: Bonding
Chapter 8: Town
Chapter 9: Vigilantism
Chapter 10: Test for powers
Chapter A: Article: Gerald and the rise of robots
Chapter 11: Negotiate an alliance
Chapter 12: Change in the world
Chapter 13: Attack from within
Chapter 14: The party
Chapter 15: Birth of an alliance
Chapter B: Infopedia page, New age: utopia
Chapter 16: Robots vs. Monsters
Chapter 17: The one-year holiday
Chapter 18: Definition of justice
Chapter 19: Beginning of the end
Chapter 20: Symmetrical energies
Chapter C: Article: How we will survive without Joven
Chapter “I”: Quotes, Links and Information
A word from the writer
Credits
Chapter 1: Isolation
“The measure of a man is what he does with power.”
- Plato
“What is this, where am I ... who am I?” thought the man wearing a suit jacket and jeans, who is awakened up by the waves of the ocean. He had short Hair and resembled the look of an English hooligan. He looks up and sees that he is on some sort of island on the beach. Confused and shocked, he peered towards the forest, seeing the suns reflection off trees full of fruit. This human instinct gave him a feeling of relief, but the suns reflection seemed odd to him, so he looked up towards the sky. “What the… shit, what the fuck!” thought the man. The sky looked like an inferno, collapsing within itself, with blinding types of colours. With all this shock, he lay down on the beach and tries to calm himself down. “Ok... ok something has happened to me where I have ended up on this island, resulting in me with god dam amnesia,” thought the man looking into the sky inferno. “And this sky is nothing like I have ever seen. Is it the end of the world or am I hallucinating?” Thought the man. The man turned to his side and saw a crab the size of a small child. As the man stares at it, he notices the odd colours and shape of it. Then, the crab quickly scatters away. “Ok...” said the man. The man stands up and raises his hands and gives the sky the finger, “FUCK YOU SKY, THIS PLACE, I'M GOING TO REMEMBER WHAT HAPPANED!” yelled the man. So, he turns to the wide forest. He enters the forest.
“Alright, I’ve read a survival book before I think, I can plan to survive this,” remembered the man. He walks through the forest full of many unique looking plants, flowers and trees. Even some look familiar to him. Sounds of birds in the distance. And a sound of water rushing in a different direction. “Survey the area for resources for weapons, food and shelter, and memorise the way around this place,” thought the man. Then the man realises his has not checked his pockets. So, he checks if he has anything useful and maybe if there’s something in there that will help him remember. He checks his left pocket and finds a box of matches and a pack of cigarettes. “Well I guess I’m a smoker”. He puts a cigarette in his mouth and lights it. He then checks his right pocket and finds a paper-clip, a pencil and a small notepad. For some reason finding this gives him a feeling of hope. He scratches a mark into a tree. He decides to walk around the island and map down all its details. During this walk, he saw more of those odd crabs, ashes his ciggie on a tree, gathered some fruit and saw a mountain area. “There’s gotta be something up there,” thought the man.
So, the man walked and climbed up the steep mountain full of interesting vegetation, which seemed like something he has done before. The man ponders at his thoughts as he pushes his body on the mountain. Trying to remember his past, he feels a little frustrated. Stones and pieces of vegetation poke at his feet in his shoe. Stopping on the mountain at least three times, he rests and gets the annoying stones out of his shoe. He reached the top of the mountain as the sun was about to go down. He looks at the view above the island. There is water going forever in every direction. Then, he sees a cave with a large entrance and just stares at it. Without considering anything else he walks into this cave.
In the darkness the man carefully walks forward. Then comes to a sudden stop. He stands in the darkness looking at the ground. “What, what, why did I just do that, it’s like I zoned out and something else was drawing my body into this place,” thought the man. With one hand he looks at his pockets again, now in the dark. Anxiety sets in, so he decides to light a match. He carefully pulls out a match and strikes the box. Then, to his surprise, he sees a mining lantern in the light of the match. His sudden claustrophobic feelings vanish, and he removes the lantern and lights it. Revealing an odd-looking mouse with horns that runs away and other lanterns in a long tunnel. He shrugs his shoulders and continues through the tunnel. “If something is in this tunnel I’d be able to hear it and run,” Thought the man as he lights the lanterns along the tunnel. The man takes his time and about ten minutes go past. “Show me what you got next corner,” thought the man feeling very close to something. The feeling gets bigger as the man got closer to the corner. With every step, his worries went away.
The man came up to a corner of the tunnel, which leads to a huge hollowed out area, where there were many forms of insane plants. And a giant stone tablet, with unknown writing on it. Suddenly the man was overcome with joy in what he had found. “This is incredible, I cannot believe this feeling, and I almost feel high”. He looks at all the plants individually; he smells all the plants individually. “Hahaha, I can do this forever,” thought the man. He finds unusual flower and plants, some resembling, ayahuasca, Azalea, poppies, magic mushrooms and marijuana and more. He takes off his suit jacket and places it safely to the side. He stands there with his hands on his hips now revealing a single and overalls. As he is exploring this place, seeing where e
verything is, he unexpectedly finds a doorknob in the other side of the vegetation wall and opens a hidden door, falling into the next room.
“Te-he I fell,” spat out the man as he gets on to his hands and knees and looks up to see a large fountain and some sort of bedroom. The bedroom has a few cupboards, ingrown vegetation, a table, a chair, the fountain, seeds of different kinds stacked in different places and a bed. He is stunned by entering the new room. Shakes it off. Then the man rushes over to the fountain and drinks water from his hands. The water quenches his thirst. The best tasting water he has ever had. In the water, you could see it was very clear and healthy in appearance. As he has his hands together full of water, he thinks...
“WATER PLANTS!!!”
So now, he decides to make trips back and forth to water each individual plant. Before doing those tasks, he picks up his jacket, looks at it and then decides to tie it around his waist. He completes all the tasks he set out for himself. Feeling good, he finds a place to sit. Now sitting along a wall, he tries to remember his past again. Still frustrated with his mind of his history, his mind changes to something else. He thinks about what tomorrow could be like. Then he yawns, “I'm pooped,” thought the man as he gets up and slowly walks towards the bed and collapses onto it. He does not think of much else. His mind is numb. He passes out very quickly.
Light flashes and then fades in. The man is writing on his notepad under a tree in an open field. Not fully knowing what he is doing, he draws. The man is over-calm with calmness. He feels the wind blowing on his face. “What am I doing here?” thought the man as he looks at the half-done artwork on the page. It had a tree similar to the one he was under and two people drawn as geometric shapes. It also had some of the sky drawn in with great detail. Patterns drawn in grey led rise above the tree. The notepad is then put on the ground in the confusion. The man stands up and looks at the tree and knows that something is wrong. Then, powerful physical vibrations start coming out of the tree. Filling the man with pain and sorrow. It all comes at him at once. Feeling such sorrow, he also feels connected to the place. The time seemed as it was lagging. He suddenly looks out towards the open field and sees a humanoid glowing figure in the distance. His vision blurs out of control. The man wakes up and is in shock. “What was that, have I been at this tree before,” thought the man, shaking off the intense feelings of the nightmare. Or was it something deeper and personal to him.
The memories of the last night makes the man get onto his feet and check out the plant’s area in the new day. He knew it was the next day because when he slept, he had many nightmares throughout the night. To his amazement the contents of this area have changed, and developed into more detailed, forms of what they were. Plus, the smell has changed too. He sits down among these developed detailed forms of life and reflects on his experience in this place and what he has learned. He no longer wanted to remember his past. His identity in the past was not as important as in the moment he was currently in. Deep down he felt some repressed ideas and thoughts. None of it he could describe. A feeling he gets from this place makes him think he needs to be here. He is happy to be here. Hoping and feeling important for some reason makes answers to big life questions. In the corner of his eye, he notices the stone tablet of size and detail above him. “This place is purpose, this is my meaning of existence, I shall become one with this place,” thought the man as he glares at the stone tablet and ponders its meaning.
Chapter 2: Origin
“How dare you call me at this hour you little cu%t! What’s your name boy?!”...
Yelled a man through the phone. “My name's Joven, do you want me to put you on the red list, sir?” Asked Joven while putting his hand over his face and shaking his head while talking over the telephone. In a cubical of offices, Joven begins to speak again to the man on the phone. You could feel the breath coming out of the other end of the phone. Yelled through the telephone “JUST DON'T CALL ME AGAIN!” hangs up the phone. Joven makes a tsk sound. He puts the phone back on the device. Joven has long black hair and puffy lips. He wears a suit jacket with a fancy white shirt under it. He grasps at his pen with one hand resting against his face. “I have not been called that before. It is the details like that why my faith in humanity is at a constant below average... proving me wrong people,” thought Joven in deep thought. Frustrated, he finds a different number to call.
A woman comes over and asks, “Get some sales today Joven?” She was a little older then Joven and always came over to chat to different people at work. Joven looks her in the eyes and tries to give her an 'I'm fine look'. “Yeah, I made some sales this morning,” said Joven. “Coming with us all for some bevs?” says the woman, while hinting, now or never. Being asked out of nowhere, he pauses for a few seconds. He has plans, but he did not want to inform her of those plans. Joven lied and said “I'm busy tonight, I am looking after my brother's kids. Maybe next time,” said Joven, feeling like shit for lying. The language in her face changes. She changes her tone and responses politely. “I get it, my kids are at my parents for tonight, maybe next you could come if we plan ahead,” said the woman as she leaves the room with a few co-workers following her. People that Joven did not know very well. His thoughts quickly changed. Joven logs on to his online bank account on his work computer.
Bank of USA: Account balance: 0.12 cents.
As shame and despair hits Joven while waiting for the clock to hit home time. He focuses on remembering on what that guy said. A dealer he knew sold him the highly hallucinogen drug called DMT. Joven feels tonight is the right night to do it. Preparing himself for it all week, he remembers what the dealer said about it. “It is like a magic mushroom trip times a million with aliens bro! and I must warn you, you must accept it when it hits. Or you may lose your mind,”. Then Joven thinks of a Terrance McKenna quote he saw online. “When intoxicated by DMT, the mind finds itself in a convincingly real, apparently coexisting alien world. Not a world about our thoughts, our hopes, our fears; rather, a world about the tykes — their joys, their dreams, their poetry. Why? I have not the faintest idea,” and believes he can endure it himself. To use this experience to work on himself for the better. Possibly get some more clarity in his life.
The clock strikes four pm. And the feel of excitement hits the room for the weekend. Joven leaves straight away, without talking to anyone and walks to the parking lot and sees something on his station wagon's wind screen wiper. On closer expectation, he realises it must be a parking ticket. “Shhhhhh... it,” thought Joven as he grabs the parking ticket and enter his car and turns on the ignition. The radio turns on “... mass shooting at the mall of America today. Two masked individuals armed with automatic sub machine guns and body armour entered the Mall of America at mid-day and open fired on civilians and shop owners. Killing in total together 62 people, until one was shot down by a local cop who was on his lunch break. The other masked person was able to kill three more people before being cornered by the mall security. In which the masked individual turned the gun on himself, and committed suicide. It has been reported that these two masked individuals were in fact two homeless teenagers who lived within the city of Bloomington, Minnesota. It is unknown where the two obtained the illegal firearms. This event has led to the rise of murders this month to...”. Joven just sits there and takes in all the information. “I’ve got to focus on my mindset for tonight,” thought Joven. So, he shuts down his mind, reverses out of his parking spot and heads towards his destination.
At the first set of traffic lights, Joven puts in his phone into the radio port, to play music through the speakers on random. “An itchy finger on the trigger slashing. Open like a nipple stimulation! And play a part of your electric spanking. Wait until the final confrontation,”. While driving on the highway out towards the suburbs, Joven reflects on his past psychedelic experiences. “Each time I have done LSD or mushrooms, I have analysed myself, seeing the positives and negatives of my life. I have kept my shit together and was able to take away new ways
of thinking. I hope this DMT can give me some insight, like my other experiences,” thought Joven as he drives off the highway and into the country side. “About a nation under observation. Living life with an imitation. I want to see a total transformation. Feel the sound of solar radiation,”. As Joven is close to reaching his destination in the mountain forest. He sees some people on the side of the road in the distance. Once Joven reaches a couple of metres close to the people, he sees that one guy with a riffle is on a trailer, posing with a dead bear carcass, while a woman is taking a picture or some sort of a video. This angers Joven, but he continues to drive. “Created by an ancient intellect. Without an easy way of thinking feeling. Through the gates of darkness may reflect. See the light and see a future fleeting,”. Joven finds that spot he was thinking of to go to, that is overlooking a cliff, showing an amazing view of the countryside. He parks and decides to relax for a few minutes before doing what he is going to do.
Outside, Joven has a look over the cliff. It was getting colder outside. Weak wind pushes in his direction. Joven then sets himself up in the back of his station wagon and brings his kit containing a packet of tobacco, a baggy of two grams of weed, three lighters, a stoker, scissors, a gram of DMT in powdered form and a smoking pipe. He has a chopped mix already in a container and the smoking pipe is clean as it can be. It is warmer inside his car. His hair goes in front of his face. At first blows at it and then pushes his hair back with his hand. “I'm ready,” thought Joven. He packs the pipe with a bit of his chopped mix and sprinkles a dab of the DMT powder on the top. He breaths in and out a few times then lights and inhales the pipe for six seconds and smokes all inside it. “Fuck that’s the harshest thing I have ever inhaled,” thought Joven while having a coughing fit.
