Anti-Christ's Birth; The Solomon Island Mystery by Jesus Villalobos (snow like ashes TXT) 📕

a victim of telling the truth to a blind society. I was a victim unjustly accused. I had been declared guilty without a trial. There was no jury of my peers. There was no courtroom decision. No, there was no due process at all, only guilt by admission of the truth.
I could not change my story my integrity would not let me. They acted out of fear not rationale. They heard what they needed to hear in order to deny the truth. They heard a raving lunatic. They heard someone who needed to be locked up while they attempted to bring him back to sane thinking.
That’s all they heard, they did not hear the truth, they did not hear the desperation of a man who knew more about their government than they did. They only heard and saw what they wanted to hear and see. The alternative would have been too much for them. They would have had to admit that they were not in control of their own government. They would have had to admit that the science that they had learned in school and through the media was in fact a lie. They would have had to face the truth. But they were not at all prepared to do that.
Living in a get-ahead society took all their time and energy. There was little time left to spend on government cover ups and military secrets. These were things for their elected politicians and the media to think about. This is what they paid them for. This is what kept them from having to think too hard about things. They were in fact children looking to their elected parents to solve their daily problems. Society had conditioned them well. Their needs were all but met. Why would they even think to question what had been drilled into their heads from the time they began to be educated by society.
Uncle Sam and his counterparts across the globe had done their jobs well. They had not only staged the most elaborate production ever produced, but they had done it all right under our noses, mine included. Had it not been for the fact that my editor in chief had insisted I get some live shots of the Solomon Islands from a personal point of view, I would have been spared the truth. I could have continued living my hustle and bustle life just like the rest of society.
I had been a prisoner on that island. I became a prisoner again when I returned home. The mystery was not why I had been made to suffer this fate; the mystery was how society had allowed this to happen. How we had not kept a tighter rein on those we had elected. This was the true mystery.
How wide and how deep this deception penetrated, remained to be seen. One thing was sure; I had opened “Pandora’s box,” and there appeared to be no way to ever seal it again. Not at least, for myself.
For those still in the dark, it remained a mystery untainted by discovery. Lucky bastards; ignorance is bliss. But they will have to find out sooner or later. I just happened to find out a little sooner than our government would have liked. They hadn’t made a ruckus, they simply handed me over to the nice men to have me fitted for my new suit. I had heard about strait jackets, I never imagined they were so irritatingly maddening. Just my luck I found out through personal experience.
I could point the finger at a number of people. I could shift the blame on society, I could blame my editor, and I could even blame God. But in the end, it was as much my fault as it was theirs. I first had to point the finger at myself. This was my cross to bear, I could not shirk it. My penance was to do my best to help others to see the truth. I knew it was already too late. The powers that be had already been allowed to complete all but the final stages of their project. The Unsuspecting souls of today’s world; they would soon have to deal with it no matter what their status in society was.
“All lights, out!”
There it was the final stage of the day. Another day would begin tomorrow. The darkness could not shut out the screams filling the halls. It was part of the misery we all shared. Nights were the worst. I held my pillow over my ears to deaden the shrieks. I finally drifted off to sleep. I dreamed a good dream. I dreamed of a happier time when I was ignorant with child like aspirations. I dreamed until the morning sun crossed my eyelids and woke me like a gentle reminder of my predicament. I had gotten a good night’s sleep for the first time in months. I attributed this to pure mental exhaustion.
“Good morning.”
It was a soft voice. Not what I was used too in this place. I turned to see the face associated with this voice.
“My name is Dr. Jennifer Cowell.”
She was a stunning beauty. She had the blackest hair I had ever seen. It was long and straight. Her figure was impeccable. I sat up at attention immediately in more ways than one. I saw a slight smile cross her face as she could tell I was more than a just a little pleased with her appearance.
“How are you feeling today?”
Now that question had been on the lips of every doctor in this place for the past six years, but for the first time I actually felt like answering it.
“I’m feeling like a breath of fresh air just crossed my path.” I could tell she was caught off guard with my response. She smiled and continued with her questioning.
“Have they told you about your soon to be trip?”
“Yes.” It wasn’t that I meant to be curt, it was just that her beauty had me tongue tied. I kept thinking I was going to wake up again and it was all going to be part of my previous dream.
“So are you ready to start preparing for it?”
I wasn’t quite sure what she meant, but I would have agreed to anything this beauty was going to be part of.
“Sure, why not. I’ve got nothing better on my agenda.”
“Good. Let’s start with your name.”
“Don’t you know it?”
“Yes, but I need to know just how much you are with me.”
“Why all the way of course.” She sensed the tone and I saw her blush. She quickly recovered.
“Can you relate to me why you believe you are in here?”
I looked down at the floor and thought a minute. “I’m in here for safe keeping.”
“Can you elaborate on that just a little?”
Again I looked down to collect my thoughts. “There are those who think I could cause myself harm if I were released.”
“And would you cause yourself harm?”
“Well that depends on what angle you view this from.”
“What do you mean?”
“If I was to reveal what I know, it might just be the death of me. So in that sense, I guess you
could say that I would cause myself harm.”
“And what is it that you think you know?”
“It is not what I think I know it is just what I know.”
“Okay, so what is it that you know?”
“I know too much.”
“You know too much about what?”
“I know too much about what is going on behind closed doors.”
“You know what is going on behind which closed doors?”
“I know what is going on behind the closed doors of our government, and the governments of the world in general.”
“Oh, I see.”
“Look, I know you have pre-conceived ideas about things. So did I until I experienced what I experienced on that island. Now they want to drag me back there. I’ll go willingly and without a fight, but I will tell you what I have told them. They better be ready to die if they take me back there.”
“So are you planning on killing us?”
“Are you going too?”
“Yes.”
“I hope for your sake you change your mind.”
“Are you threatening me?”
“No, you have it wrong.”
“Enlighten me.”
“I have no animosity towards anyone here. I have been trying to tell them the truth about what is on that island.”
“And what do you believe is on that island?”
“I believe that no matter what I tell you, it will not matter, you are already convinced that I am out of my mind.”
“Why not tell me anyway.”
“You must have read my files.”
“Yes, but I want to hear it from you.”
“Will it make any difference?”
“Probably not, but try me.”
I could not help myself, I blurted out the first phrase that came to my mind. “There are secrets and monsters!” I felt foolish for phrasing it that way, but that’s just how it came out.
“Monsters?”
I knew I was in trouble now. I was still having trouble focusing on the conversation and not on her appearance. Yes, I knew I had probably just blown my one and only chance to convince yet another person of my sanity. Dear God, why hadn’t I phrased it differently? No, I might as well have signed my own death warrant.
“These monsters, what do they look like?”
“Look, it is all in the report you have in your hands. Read it and get back with me!”
“I didn’t mean to upset you, it’s just good therapy to talk things through.”
“Go to hell!” Again they had forced me to curse. “You are not here to help me you are here to see the freak!”
“I think we have talked enough for today, I’ll come back tomorrow.”
“Why? Do you think my story is going to sound any different to you tomorrow or the next day or the next? Let’s get something straight besides what’s between my legs.” She blushed at this remark, but I was very angry at her patronage. “I saw what I saw, and tomorrow I’ll tell you the same story.”
“If you come back later, I’ll tell you the same story. I call them monsters not in the sense that a child calls things monsters, I call them monsters because that is what they are! They are your worst nightmare come true, they are virtually unstoppable and harder yet to kill!”
“Okay, like I said, I’ll come back tomorrow. Until then, try to calm down so we can actually talk instead