PRIVILEGE

Eighty-three year old NiNi lives in Privilege. Privilege is in a Territory of Pleasure and she was allowed to stay, because, unlike others, NiNi never left. If one left their home during the ReOrg, even for a day, you became relocated to a community where Our Nations gathered all people. A relocation, officially said to protect the lands and its resources, yet, NiNi has said, “More like lured as herded cattle to the concrete jungle to be provided for, and it was not for protection of lands, it was for the removing of people from them”. Amongst the many relocated during the transition were transients, those forced from their homes for debt and inability to pay rent, as well as lack of ownership. There were many living on and from the lands that are now called Privilege.

It is called Privilege because to visit you must earn special credits. In addition to contribution for earning daily life credits, special credits can also be awarded or inherited. Special credits are needed in order to visit any Territory of Pleasure on Earth. Privilege is in an area of Protected Lands and Resources of Our Nations. The ReOrg led to what is now known as Resourcism. There is no longer money. People contribute by performing services for the collective community of Our Nations in exchange for credits. Credits are used for basic personal needs and pleasure privilege because housing is provided as a human right to all everywhere. The ReOrg started with a virus that took many people.

I have not seen NiNi since I last lived there as a teenage girl when Privilege was known as Sedona. I talk with her every Sunday and she tells me about life, how it used to be, and of who my family were before the ReOrg. I know that I will never see NiNi alive again because she is transitioning to the Spirit World. She knows this, as well as I, and has described what it is like to me. NiNi has always lived in both worlds, but now she says she is more in the other world, “You know” she says, “that next place, where we all end up going when it’s our time”.

I will soon have enough credits to visit Privilege and NiNi’s home that she shared with my Grandfather and Father. Her credits will instantly transfer to my account and this is when I will know she has crossed over. This is when my life drastically changes and a new way begins. NiNi has countless credits because she is a saver, not a spender, and she is a Seer. People pay NiNi in credits to see for them. She sees future events, forthcoming opportunities, like babies, though there are less of them because of the fertility issue ramifications from the virus. She also talks with and gives messages from those who have gone to the next world. Those in positions of authority for Our Nations paid NiNi in credits to see for them, as well. She also told me how they tried to pay her in travel passes, instead of credits, to come and go from Privilege. “Remember, they are tricksters, like the Coyote” she said. NiNi never took those travel passes, only credits. She made everyone come to her and would never leave her home. Not after what happened to those who did. NiNi always says she will only leave her home feet first. There is magic in that house, I remember it. Her life in memories is also there. Everything in and around her house has meaning and holds a memory for her. She says she sees her husband and son everywhere. Especially, in the gardens which they planted that still provide solace and sustenance. NiNi has told me what to do when the time comes, and once I get there. Every Sunday since 2022, she has told me something new and valuable for my future arrival. I will not fail her, I will not forfeit credits, and I will not leave because she has planned it to a T.

My name is Zoe Simone. I am NiNi’s granddaughter and I have inherited the gift of sight. My father had the gift, as well, but like his grandmother before him, it was too much. Father kept to himself, took care of NiNi alongside my Grandfather, and spoke of the global visions he had that eventually came to pass. I now must take NiNi’s place. I must claim the heart-shaped locket she wears with the seed in it behind the blue stone. The seed was given to her by her grandmother, Rose, my great grandmother. The seed is protection from dis-incarnates of the spirit world who have not gone to the light, negative entities, negative thought forms from spell casters of harm and darkness, and from fallen angels. Things of that nature are no longer acceptable to speak about though.

I currently live in Community 5 made up of what used to be six states along what was once known as the Great Lakes Region. Mother took me back there to visit her family at the very beginning of the ReOrg, not knowing we would no longer be allowed to come back to Father. Of course, Father knew not to leave to come and get us, as there would be no returning for him either. It would be a violation of the ReOrg & ReSourcism Rules of Our Nations to bring back persons relocated, punishable by placement into VARC where all who reside, are deprived of community resources and familial contact. It is an ugly, unsafe rogue Territory without order. Ironically it once was a progressive area and the extremely wealthy and famous called it home. That was years ago.

Now, I contribute as a ReSource Drain Analyst in exchange for credits to provide for my life and pleasure. Simply put, I discern individuals value by their contribution to the Community of Our Nations, conservation of resources, and how that can be improved upon or changed. Everyone must find their purpose and place, as well as contribute and conserve. I help them with that, and am largely successful, because of my gift. I live in a concrete community with block housing on top of one another. There is a community park with a little bit of nature for nurture of one’s soul just a short walk down the street. It is sadly not nature for a connection to God, as we are no longer to speak of such. There is no religion these days and only Earth and her resources, which are finite and managed. There are recreational activities such as a swimming pool, ball fields and courts for outdoor exercise designed to keep contributors healthy and happy enough to keep contributing. In winter, there are no worries as to weather because it is domed, therefore protected from the elements. There is also an indoor gym at all block residences. So I contribute all week, pleasure on Saturday by enjoying nature in the provided park and talk with NiNi all day on Sundays. I never miss a Sunday to learn from NiNi. I learn things that used to be taught in what was once universities. We no longer have formal education facilities. There are something similar but those Institutions are for the authorities of Our Nations and their children. NiNi talks about libraries but I hardly remember those. They are now outlawed as dangerous. So, I learn from NiNi and have been guided rightly by her. Her guidance has allowed me to position myself for the RDA contributor posting I have.

I also wait. Wait for my credit bank to ring with a deposit amount that I can only imagine. NiNi never told me how many credits she has, but trust me she knows, her mind is as sharp as a tack. It is a deposit that will allow me to purchase a ticket on the hyper-rail to Privilege, to NiNi’s where I, her only next of kin, can claim what is hers. Unlike those during the ReOrg who had debt, whose estates were taken as redistribution assets for the greater good of community so that all could be provided with housing, Our Nations has no stake in the estate of NiNi, as she had and has no debt. NiNi watched as the homes around her became Territory of Pleasure-away stay places. There were others in a position like her. Those that kept their homes and estates, however, these being fewer and further between. The key to their survival has been to be as self-sufficient as possible bartering only with each other. They have a way, and all the next of kin that come, learn and adjust to that way. Adjust they do, for who would not, with the Red Rock Mountains, forests, and animals, and nature like most never have seen before! Privilege is also a bird sanctuary, with approximately 500 species and subspecies with only 450 being regular residents! It is also a land of special vortices of energy.

NiNi says the manifestation of desires happens easily in Privilege because of the energy, “All you need is a pure heart and a little knowledge of how to bring it all from dream to reality.” She uses the energy that is inside Privilege and the Territory of Pleasure when she creates her mixtures for baths, sprays, herbal and crystal elixirs. They are helpful to people’s psyche and spirit. Some have never come to Privilege but NiNi always sends a little bit of Privilege to them. “Red Rock fairy dust!” she calls it. When the time comes, I know where to find the book of recipes left to NiNi by her grandmother, now meant for me to continue this legacy. I will take NiNi’s necklace with the heart-shaped locket and place it around my neck. I will steward her home and tend to the secret resting place of NiNi, my Father and Grandfather. I know I can never leave Privilege but it is paradise where birds sing God’s song. I chuckle to myself as I will become a different sort of ReSource Drain Analyst.

This past Sunday, when I last spoke with NiNi she told me “Zoe, my love, you will take my place soon. You will See for others and receive credits from those who come to you for your Sight. Always remember, the tricksters, there are tricksters. Your Father will come to you as the Coyote, to warn you and show you the tricksters. As my Father came to me as the deer, so will he come to you! Your Grandfather will come to you as the Black Lion of courage, for you will need reminding that you are spiritual royalty. His mother, who was also gifted with the sight, she will come to you as the Blue Dragonfly with messages of transition. And I will come to you as NiNi, of course. For I am one of your spirit guides. Just like my Grandmothers before me.”

I thought about all of this before retiring for the night. Tomorrow is my day of pleasure, and I must be rested and prepared for anything when I talk with my grandmother on Sunday. I go to open the window for sleeping and a warm breeze blew in with a blue dragonfly that landed on my hand. “NiNi, I am ready” I said, and I packed my train case.