Conclusion. The Hand Off

The Beginning

Keya's wide eyed glare reminded me of my look at Warbling as he explained the convoluted mesh of myth and fallacy.

"There never was nor will there ever be a Polish Police. Naturally I'm kidding by suggesting that this is their headquarters. But we Chits are the basis of the rumor. And there is also an axiomatic foundation for people to have this frantic compulsion to possess Polish papers."

I blushed because I wondered if they knew of my own purchase when Reya and I bought ours.

"But wait," I offered. "I saw an elderly woman being taken while her grandson protested! Those men, they were the Polish Gestapo. I watched the episode unfold!"

"Circumstances such as the one you witnessed are stunts by the POP undercovers. Subversive staging to keep the masses off balance. It would be hilarious if it weren't so tragic."

"So what do you mean the foundation for people's compulsion to own papers?, " I demanded.

"The elders were informed by the great SPIRIT, while in ceremony, that the time would come that mankind would fall prey to the addiction of electronic stimulation, by the invisible hand of the corporate scourge. The Chit forefathers were guided to produce an antitoxin that would neutralize the cloud of blindness.

Our printing press is more than just a machine that snaps out stamped words," Alfred continued. "These papers...these NY Times...they're a passport to a higher potential. Our  outpost near Srinigar isn't Shangra La. It is a monastery. But we're paving a road to a human Utopia, one initiate at a time. Each of you are recruiters. And your copy of this special edition of the NY Times will enable you to guide others."

"So what am I to do? When will I find my power?," I protested.

"First your baptism. Then a second meeting with Keya. You'll know when to pass it along." Warbling left me hungry for more facts and I remember now, how empty I still felt at that moment. But now Keya sits transfixed, with eyes as big as silver dollars.

"Keya. I have to go now but you will soon understand your mission. Do you trust me? Will you relax into your full potential? Because you will soon find your house in the mountains by the river. This much I know!"

For a moment I saw a flash of panic in her eyes but my Inner Guide sent a spiraling energy from my forearms and when my fingers wrapped around her wrist and I pulled her into me, I felt her relax.

"Yes," she said. "I feel the warmth of your healing energy. I don't have a clue what lies ahead but I'm confident that a light will lead me."

We hugged one last time and as she walked away she didn't notice what I dropped in her bag.