Narican: The Cloaked Deception by DM Robbins

Author:DM Robbins [Robbins, DM]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-09-14T16:00:00+00:00

THE WEIRD CAPITAL, FOOD, AND A POLITICIAN

Inside the gates, row houses run up to the edge but not beyond, not into no man’s land.

“Wait a sec.” I walk back outside the gates.

“There’s a black sky above but it’s sunny inside,” I say, walking back in.

“As the man said,” Tanz runs a quick equation. “It is the same black sky that yesterday sat over the lava lake and the day before dictated the storm and tornado.” He wipes it aside.

“So, what do we do about it?”

“Nothing at the moment. The universe has a way of revealing information when needed.”

“Great. Can it reveal some food?”

“Let us walk.”

A few blocks in we act like tourists, pointing out famous buildings, taking goofy pictures. In front of the Grand Almeida building there is a brick square with several food trucks. I walk over to the hot dog stand and overhear Tanz say behind me, “Selfie.” He snaps a picture of himself then types into his phone.

“What are you doing?” I shout over.

“Posting to InstaFace.”

I cram my mouth with ketchup laced hot dogs.

Tanz takes a more tactful approach to eating and chewing, with measured bites. “Good for the digestive tract.”

Everyone in the square is happy and smiling. There are jugglers, balloon guys, children chasing bubbles, people sitting on walls reading. I start feeling lightheaded myself. I’d like to juggle for a while or lay down, nap on the grass as several others are doing.

Tanz looks at me with scowling, intense eyes.

“Why are you so unhappy?” I ask him.

We look at each other strangely. My head doesn’t feel right. We look back to where we’d been. The hillsides surrounding the city are sunny.

“Come.” Tanz pulls me by the hand.

“Why, this is so great.”

We walk back outside past the gates; the dark cloud looms overhead.

“Breathe… get your senses about you. I cannot continue with you acting like a buffoon.”

My happiness fades outside the city gates, back to my old self. I shake my head. Tanz slaps me on the shoulders.

“Okay, okay, what was that?”

“Stay here.” He steps onto the other side of the gate and tests the air with a small equation in his hands, so no one sees him. It concludes, folds, and flies off.

“There’s a slight drug in the air putting everyone in this euphoric state. A compression chamber envelopes the city.”

“You mean a bubble?”

“Precisely, a bubble.”

“The black sky is creating that?”

“It is more like something is creating the black sky.”

“Why?”

“The illusion of joy is too overwhelming to ignore. People often seek to escape their struggles with a misperception of happiness. Do not get lost in it again. Stay focused on your heart and spirit when we re-enter; this will keep your head from floating off.”

I store the information away as we step back in.

“Okay, so how are we going to find this politician?”

“Like anyone else, call him.” He brings up an image that shimmers radiant blue.

“I see you’ve gotten your DNA back.”

“One must align one’s cells with source. Thus, allowing one’s higher self.”

“I’m starting to get it.

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