Censored Souls

    Everyone seemed distant, right in front of me yet distant from this space we we're in. It didn't matter where i was, casual like the grocery store or more exciting like a museum. Everyone was deep in their thoughts, unable to say the things on their minds, even when they tried.

    Every time Eric tried to explain what was happening to him, he would look frightened, as if something in his own life was out of his control. I remember clearly this look of confusion, as if you designed this rollercoaster and all of a sudden the ride has extra loops and drops and turns that you did not build on your structure. The feeling when someone you live with has rearranged all the furniture while you were out and every thing has unexpectedly changed. i understood what this look of being unable to feel was, though i did not understand what it was caused by, i had only slightly experienced it a few times.

In the beginning i just went along knowing everyone was already distracted by so many things in their day to day lives. What i hadnt realized was that people were so distracted they did not even notice that their very own thoughts and words were being censored, to the point that it had worked so well that the citizens of Angem were endangered by their very own minds. Intercepted by the very people in which they built trust. Eric had tried to warn me about what was happening to him but the more he tried to explain the less he was able to say. I had seen it become exponentially harder for him to speak and keep onto his thoughts. I’m sure it was hard for him to stay calm within his mind which had now come to feel like a prison.

He tried to tell me what happened while he was in prison. How they tortured and experimented forms of mind control on the students that came from what was only supposed to be an educational music festival. I remember him telling me about the events that would take place in his class and all the courses that were still very experimental and early in development. I’m not sure he knew entirely what he had gotten himself into in the beginning but i watched it progress to his degradation.

I watched as the weeks past, it became more and more difficult for Eric to articulate his thoughts. I started noticing it in some of Eric’s friends as well. I knew he was bringing certain people around at certain times to convey a message in his actions, as he did in many things. I saw the struggle in their entire body language when they would try to bring up specific subjects or reconcile on their time during these courses. It wasnt until he had brought Hannah over at our house, whom had dropped out of class just before a big project, that i had realized this was real and all forces were against my cousin and his classmates in a very threatening manor. As well as confirmation of these restrictions within myself. I also had a feeling that nobody had there best interest in this exigency that i was discovering.

I remember how it felt as if timed stopped when everything clicked. No noise coming from the main street in the distance, trees stopped with the wind, and Hannah was the one to address this feeling. It was as if Eric knew she would bring up just the right detail for him to feel himself being censored. With no ability to reject the proof in his ears, seeping through his thoughts and feeling the relief of the truth overcome his whole aura. Her attention on my jewelry, she turned to eric and asked about his tektite locket, that he’d forgotten about, to his own surprise. Eric’s eyes had lit up and locked on me, and Hannah’s onto his. It was as if his very lips unlocked, as he said the words in sync with her. I looked direct at the both of them, as they had the similar look of agonizing realization that i had been experiencing the more i was around Eric as well. He got up and left the room. At this point he had so many things to say that he could not physically get out, that he didn’t want to say any thing at all. As soon as he held the locket, he told me where he had gotten it, he spoke with much more ease than i had experienced hearing over the past few months. Eric told me how the man who gave it to him recited a phrase that is engraved in the locket. He started to show me the inside when a note fell out.

The note seemed to have similar writing on it compared to the locket, just a couple additional characters. As Eric examined the note, i met eyes with Hannah who also looked very concerned about the note. They explained to me that the locution engraved in the locket was to bring great advancements to the people around the stone and that its wave lengths could reach distant destinations. Eric told me that its messages conveyed mostly in dreams and that was when he felt most censored, yet most aware of what was happening. They elucidated to me the depicted translations on both the Locket and the note, revealing that the man who had given Eric the locket had deceived him. When the man recited the Tibetan phrase he had deceptively stated to Eric, he read the note rather than what was written on the locket.

The locket stated that the voice of the people would prosper great change but with intentional duplicity, he read aloud the note to Eric, stating that the voice of the people would be caged. He had cursed Eric and those of us around him eluding him that he was for the greater good of our coming potential. He had seen the students as a threat.

Eric ripped the note, into very small pieces, already looking like a pile of ash he slid a match under the pile and a lit match atop. As he did this he begun chanting the phrase originally engraved to set beautiful intentions for all it could reach. He repeated the phrase that reached tones, notes and frequencies unexplainably. As Eric spoke aloud i witnessed winds around him wizzing. Winds heavy as chains breaking off of Eric, around his neck, chest, and head specifically. I watched his expressions change a thousand times in ten seconds. It was as if i had watched a hundred lives pass through him abruptly. Though not completely unexpected, I watched as Eric completely came back to himself as if the past few months had finally balanced out. I felt my own memories fade in, things i hadn’t thought on in months. I felt the words seep through my whole body before purging out through my words. “Where were my thoughts”. Less than a question, just a depiction. As they were coming back, i wanted to know where they were returning from but was just feeling relief. It was as if a switch inside me had been shut off and was now amplified. Stolen memories, now returned.

As the flame burned out, Eric turned to Hannah and explained to her that when she had left the course to pursue her travels, each student had been venerated in a misconstrued way. He told us of when it had drastically shifted intention. At what seemed to be a music festival, the students felt at ease being able to take what they felt was a break from all of their hard work, when suddenly everyone in the audience turned to him unwilled and praised him. He was fearful, but had been convicted that the intent was of positive nature. When this had happened to another student in the crowd and he himself were doing the appraisal on a peer, he felt that he was fully out of control of his body, he didnt even hear the words he chanted. Over a short time this incantation was holding the energy of a small assembly of like minded creatives who would soon, unknowingly, hold censorship over their friends, loved ones and even strangers who’s energy could easily attach to the phenomenon.

The veil had now been fractured and it was up to us to reverse what had happened to any affected individuals. Once i spoke the phrase of truth i was also uncensored. We went to meet many of Eric & Hannah’s former classmates and provided to them their freedom of one’s own mind. Each member of this chaotic event had unlocked more within the last, all leading back to Eric. He was released from the tantric imprecations brought upon him, veiled by progression and vicissitude through each individual that we assisted. It only took a few days to reach majority members of the community and shatter the lock on their thoughts. Beautiful travels came about, while reaching some students whom left the town searching for answers that were within. Friendships that we did not expect and unification that emerged exponentially from such a detrimental series of events.

Everyone felt responsibility to alleviate the safety of our own minds. We all knew we could not let something of such nuisance infiltrate peoples hearts and thoughts forevermore.