Circle 7 Chapter 5

Chapter 5

Virginia seemed to take forever we took Route 66 to 81. But on our way through VA it rained heavily slowing our pace down. We were not able to reach Tennessee until 1 am that night. And my father had a difficult time driving around the mountains. He was a visual person so the lack of lighting on the intestate was troublesome for him. Bilal and Nyema gave me a look of concern with a smile. Our father had a reputation for being a horrible driver, something that he continuously refuted. But his detractors were pretty much everyone who had ever ridden with him ourselves included. Still, he always got us where we needed to get to safe and sound. We were never sure exactly how but reasoned that it was the fact that we were protected by the universe and had no direct relations to our father driving skills.

We made it to our hotel in Nashville where we were able to unwind for what was left of the evening. My parents got us our own room where Nyema and Bilal got the double beds and I was on the sofa couch.

“This is crazy Zohar. They did not even explain anything like they said they would. It was just a quiet drive filled with tension and riddles.” Bilal said.

“Yeah I was hoping to get more clarity on the situation. We are talking about tools and guns but nothing practical to our current situation it seems like we are living in the clouds.” I said.

“What happens if they are as crazy as everyone said to us growing up?” Nyema said.

“Then this is going to be one interesting family vacation.” Bilal said.

“We should just get some rest because we have to hit the road early and will miss this chance to stretch out once we are stuck in a car for however long to our next hotel.” I told them.

We had at least four more days in the car together so something had to be said.

It was a disturbing change of events to say the least where one day we are normal teenagers and the next we are on the run for crimes we are not even sure we committed. Still, I had trust in my parents and the love for my family. I knew it would all be ok but how we got to ok was very cloudy. I closed my eyes and went to sleep not sure of what tomorrow would bring.

The alarmed sounded at 6am. Dad wanted to get an early start to the day, he complained that his back and fingers were numb so I would think he wanted more sleep but he had the look in his eyes that he was ready to get this drive over. Our mother was not really the driving type and had always wanted a chauffeur which was a position my father filled unbeknownst to him.

“Okay everyone time to get this thing moving. I need to grab some coffee from Dunkin Donuts and a couple of 5 Hour Energy drinks.” He said.

“You know you are going to be wired for the whole day.” My mother said.

“That’s the point as I am going to be doing all the driving right.” My father asked.

“Yes, you should know your job by now.” She said.

“Well for the record, the pay for this job is horrible.”

“Isn’t three beautiful kids and a lovely wife enough payment?”

“Of course but seriously, you’re not driving at all.” He asked.

“No, my eyes I need to get knew contacts and glasses. I can barely see.” She said

“Oh, no problem it was just wishful thinking but you cannot drive when you can see and with the National Guard on patrol no need to risk my life twice when I can avoid at least one for sure.” He said.

As we piled in the truck, we grabbed some breakfast and headed toward our next stop which was Oklahoma City.

On our way through Memphis I was amazed by the beauty of nature everything was so green on 40-West. I was not able to appreciate the beauty of the highway scenery because of our 1am arrival. But we were all in awe.

“See, now you are enjoying it because you are seeing things you never saw before.” My mother said to my father.

He could not be mad at her for too long, what was the point when you were with somebody forever. I saw them hold hands and enjoy the scenery as much as possible. For a moment I forgot the troubles we were running away from. It just seemed like a regular road trip.

We breezed through Memphis and crossed the Mississippi River on the way to Arkansas. My father had this look of refreshment in his eyes like he was beginning to understand how lucky he was to see the country no matter the circumstances of what was going on around him. We were making great time until we hit traffic which slowed us up.

“The traffic is at a standstill.” My mother said.

“Yeah and right at the state line too, it is probably a check point.” He said.

“Grab my IPod and put on that hip-hop playlist on shuffle we will be ok I have Juicy J, Young Jeez, YG, Rick Ross to name a few their lyrical content will bring our energies down where we will be undetectable. But you all do not think of anything spiritual to raise your awareness. Let the music do what the corporate labels want it to do.” he said.

“No problem all we are missing is some fried chicken and watermelon and your plan for us being a complete stereotype will be complete.” Bilal said.

“Don’t forget the jewelry on the neck and on the teeth.” Nyema said.

As we looked over to the car next to us it was as if we were describing them exactly as the destroyed family box of Kentucky Fried Chicken.

“You have got to be kidding me. You think they are blending like us or are the stereotype?” I asked.

“I would say they are typical.” Bilal said.

“I am going to go for the blending type. Our parents aren’t the only ones missing a few screws. Nyema said.

“Ok I am the tie breaker. Well I was with you Nyema until I saw them eat that chicken with the gold teeth.” I said belting out a laugh.

My parents could not help but laugh as well.  Making our way through traffic we arrived at the checkpoint.

“Turn the music down we are pulling up.” My father said.

“License and registration!” the National Guard demanded with a German Sheppard sniffing around the car held by a woman with a sensor checking our spiritual energy levels. 

 “Here you go sir.”

“Where are you all headed?” the man asked.

“We are going cross country on school visits getting the kids college ready.”

“I will be right back I am going to run your information through the system.”

“No problem sir.”

As the women and dog continued to sniff around the car, I saw my mother clench my father’s arm in which he responded with a gently pat on her hand.

“Here you enjoy your college visits.”

“Thank you, are these check points at every state line because we may have to change our planning if there is going to be this type of traffic.” He asked.

“It is all pretty random each state is doing their own thing to keep the terrorists off balance.”

“Got it, well safety first of course; have a good day sir.” My father said rolling up his window and turning the music back up.

“I think it will be wise to keep the conversation about spirituality to a minimum and keeps the mainstream hip hop music flowing. I love this stuff though.” My father said.

“We all know you bombard us with this stuff constantly.” My mother responded.

“Everything has its lane nothing too big or small.” He said.

“Are we going to be speaking in parables the whole trip because if that is the case I will be rocking my headphones.” Bilal said

“Me too.” Nyema followed.

“Me three.” I said laughingly.

“Well I guess we will talk when we reach the next hotel then.” He said to us.

Arkansas was an interesting place that we a mix of swamp, stink, and good ole fashion BBQ. There were moments of the country smelling like the inside of toilet used too many time for a number two but we held our nostrils and trekked through. It was beautiful in moments and pushing me to almost vomit in my mouth seconds later.  We were not able to make it to Oklahoma City only to some random town on the Oklahoma border.

“Well I cannot drive anymore and unless anybody else is interested in driving than we are going to have to find a hotel.” He said.

“You sure a hotel is even out here.” Nyema said.

“More like motel.” Bilal said.

“Tomato, tomato.” My dad said.

“Well, I am not driving with all that military, too much pressure. And I am sick of being in a car anyway.” I said.

“Well I am pulling some options up on our phone and it looks like Nyema was right our best option in a 2 ½ star motel. But hey beggars cannot be choosy.” My mom said.

“I guess beggars are the only logical next step being that we are on the run with no jobs and no real future anymore.” Bilal said.

“Bilal, we can talk about it at the hotel.” My dad said.

“You mean motel?” Bilal corrected.

As we made our way to our room we saw the double beds but no couch.

“I have the bed tonight which means Bilal, you’re on the floor.” I said jumping onto the bed to claim it.

“This is wack, why can’t Nyema sleep on the floor.” Bilal asked.

“I would tell dad and one of you would have to sleep on the floor, so postpone the inevitable.” Nyema said.

“I can’t stand you!” Bilal said grabbing his sheets and making his arrangements on the floor.

We a knock at the door and saw our parents enter through the door.

“You all decent?” my father asked making his way into the room.

“Yeah just anxious to get some answers from you guys.” I told them.

“Well, I do not know where to begin. We are at war with people who want to do us harm and it is best to stay ahead of the curve. They have no idea that we exist but that does not mean that will always be in the dark. In my opinion it is better to be on the offensive now.” He told us.

“So, we are not even in any danger?” Nyema asked.

“You have got to be kidding me.” Bilal said.

“I knew you all were crazy!” I said.

“I am sorry did you not see those soldiers patrolling the highway? Who do you think they are looking for?” my mother said.

“But if we were back home living our normal life than we would not be in this position.” I said.

“The hard truth is that the way things are going we were going to have to move eventually. It is better to get to a safe place early because there is a lot of work that has to be done.” My dad said.

“What do you mean a lot of work? Nyema asked.

“We have to take our spirituality to another level that has never been seen before.” My mother said.

“This is crazy! Zohar you are not buying this are you?” Bilal said.

“Bilal, we can complain all we want but you saw the dogs with the scanners. They had no idea about us so they must know something that we don’t and if we leave without them at this point who knows what will happen to us out there.” I said.

“I know that this is their entire fault. I just want my normal life back, my friends, and my home.” Bilal said tearing up in frustration.

My mother in that moment just grabbed him and gave him a big hug.

“Bilal, we will get through this I promise you. Unfortunately, you would have never had a normal life with any of us. We are a different type of people but once we get to Phoenix you will see.” My father said.

“If we get there.” Nyema said.

“Well that is enough for one night everyone is tired let’s just go to bed and get moving at the crack of dawn.

“Goodnight.” They said leaving the room.

“I feel like we are in a concentration camp already.” Bilal said.

“Don’t be so dramatic Bilal.” Nyema said.

“It is crazy how little they are telling us; maybe they are not even sure.” I said.

“Thank you for easing our fears Zohar.”Nyema said.

We were not able to talk or sleep we were just sat in the room watching television all night. To be mindless if only for a few hours was treasured as we continued this journey into unchartered waters not even sure our parents who we entrusted as our guides knew what was ahead.

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Circle 7-Chapter 4

Chapter 4
"Zohar!" Bilal screamed.

"Where did you drift off to?" Nyema asked.
"Just retracing our steps and seeing the foolishness that led us here." I responded.

“I cannot do that or I may punch one of them in the back of the head.” Nyema muttered.

“Feisty as ever I see, I dare you go ahead and punch one of them, I would suggest mom as dad is driving and crashing would derail their plans for sure. But you know mom is crazy.”

“Shut up Bilal.” Nyema responded with a punch to his arm.
As we drove we heard on the radio a report on the president's message last night.
"The president made his address to the Nation last night where he instituted Marshall Law where over twenty arrest were made of suspected home grown terrorist. It is not clear to what group these terrorist are tied to but the president has stated that he will remain vigilant in order to protect the American people. He has also pushed forward Executive Order #666777 where during this war he will remain as President to see this through as it cannot be trusted that the citizens that casts votes are not the terrorists they are pursuing. This has been met with a surprising acceptance by Congress.”  
"So are we going to get any explanation as to what is going on, I mean a federal fugitive will not be the greatest thing to put on a college application." Bilal said.
"I know how difficult this must be for you all but hopefully this will make sense. The government is in the midst of a purge, they are looking to eradicate all people with any spiritual inkling because we are the ones who stand in the way of their plans. We have the key to overthrowing everything that they have worked to gain since their rise to power." my father told us.
"We are our own leaders and look to no one, the ones who connect to a time before their power was secure and have knowledge of a world where their power was birthed. We know that it is in each other and most importantly ourselves that we find guidance, which makes us difficult to deal with because there is no one in control that they can specifically target to topple our movement. It is something that resonates in the souls of us all.  Arizona holds the key for us because for one their control is not as forceful there and as a group when we come together we are most powerful where we have the ability to influence this plan of theirs. The land is swelling with those who hate people like us but deep down they want to be us it is the strangest thing I have ever seen" my mother added.
"But the key to all of this studying of spirituality is to know that we have all of the answers within us. It is like a flame burning in the night that will guide others from this realm and beyond to aid in our quest." said my dad.
“This does not make any sense and it is hard to get a handle on and dad why are you speaking in riddles, I would appreciate you being a little more direct.” I told him.

“It will all be understood once we get to Arizona. Because you have to see what I am saying the words do not give this journey we are on any justice.” He said.

"So what about the guns?" Bilal asked.
The guns are for our physical protection, the work we will be doing in Phoenix will be for your spiritual protection. We will need to have people on guard when the spiritual work will commence because that's is when we are most vulnerable as you will fall in and out of consciousness if everything goes according to plan and you may lose track of time not being able to decipher what is real" my mother answered.

“This does not seem outrageous to you?” Nyema asked our parents.

“Not at all, we have never trusted the government and they showed their hand so we are moving before they get even further on the offensive.” My mother answered.
This back and forth explanation from my parents was as alarming as it was comforting.
I had so many questions that I assumed were going to be answered upon our arrival.
But the road to our destination was built with checkpoints by the National Guard, who enforcing the Marshal Law nationwide.
The first test was as we made our way across state lines from the District of Columbia to Virginia. The government had created technology to gauge spiritual growth, but my parents were ten steps ahead as they have been since the president's address. My father had a lot of hip hop music that my mother considered trash, however the frequency which the music would resonate at would pull our energy levels in our spiritual body to a lower vibratory rate and make us undetectable to their sensors. So the bad music would make us look ordinary.

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Circle 7-Chapter 3

Chapter 3

We left our parents making our way into our room with Nyema following behind us closing the door.

“Okay if nobody will say it then I will, they are missing a few screws.” Nyema said.

“I just do not understand the logic behind this all. Why do our parents feel the need to run as if the government really feels like they are threat? I am sure if that was really the case the authorities would not wait until the morning to knock down our door.” Bilal said.

“Yeah this does not make any sense. But they seemed convinced that they are doing the right thing. I am wondering if through association and our upbringing that the government would lump us in with their stupidity. I do not know if we have a choice but to go with them because there are too many what ifs and I am not separating from you all. Whatever our decision we do it together.” I told them.

“But what about all our friends?” Bilal asked.

“Forget all of our friends, what about Skylar. We are just going to leave her behind?” Nyema said.

“I am sure all of their closest friends will be coming with us but for clarity I would ask in the morning but this is not something I think they would do without those closet to them. The have operated like an inseparable group since we were babies so this is something I am sure they have discussed with all of our uncles and aunties as well.” I told her.

“I guess that makes sense but I will ask in the morning.” Nyema said.

“So that is it we are going with them. I am still not sure, what kind of life would we have running for the government and Phoenix is hot, I mean really hot. I am sure that people like us do not go to a place like that for a reason. We could just run away from them you know as long as we got each other I am good.” Bilal said.

“I am not going anywhere without Skylar.” Nyema said.

Bilal could not do anything but sit on his bed in frustration with his hands tied knowing that he was stuck to a boat that maybe sinking as a result he sulked in silence until he fell asleep.

“Zohar what do think is really going on.” Nyema asked me.

“I can only go off what they are telling us and they seem pretty convinced of the necessity to move. I have to assume that they have good reason for their suspicions and the President seemed pretty resolved in his efforts to rid the nation of those like Mom and Dad. In the midst of my anger I cannot get lost in the loyalty I have to them for all their craziness they are our parents and I love them as I know we all do. If we were to run it would not do them any good where in their attempts to locate us they could be apprehended. It is best if we all just stick together and figure this out. If we need to run it is best to make sure Skylar is with us anyways.” I told her.

Skylar is family to us the only difference is that she did not live in the same house but we were family regardless. We had known each other since we took our first steps. Nyema would not move unless she knew Skylar was by her side. She was anxious to talk to her but she knew that the phones were not able to be used because who knew who was listening.

Nyema left our room to go to hers to pack for the morning which just left me with our thoughts as Bilal was in his bed snoring.

My mind began to wonder into my first lessons with my father where he introduced me to the history my teachers never told us. Lessons about the great contributions of people of color to the world over. It was difficult to learn things so contradictory to my classroom, where my brother, sister, and I would always challenge the teachers in classroom being ostracized by students until they realized how smart we were and asked us for help with their class work. My father always referred to us as his science experiments, at first I took it offensively until I realized the actual validity in the statement where I was reading a book about genes and DNA where traits and characteristics are passed down but can be refined and positively directed through social conditioning. Hey it happens daily but my parents were convinced that if strides were made spiritually to us it could be passed down generation after generation improving our lives and those that came after us. These building blocks of the future would push our family to great heights so we were told but we definitely hit a valley where the acceptance of these principles became clouded in uncertainty.
This was of course was not initially shared due to unnecessary pressures placed on us where we operated in this world they had created for us without interruption until friends began to question us as their own social conditioning began to take shape where they would take on the opinions of their families where it was not just intelligence that was ostracizing us but our way of life. We each handled it our own way but I clung to the teachings of my father because it worked, we excelled in everything that we did. We were never a threat only a contributor to those around us but now this lifestyle I was so accustomed to having was a threat to everything I had and hoped to be. There would be no more thoughts of being a scientist making breakthroughs in research.

 As I closed my eyes for sleep I had no idea what tomorrow would bring other than I would be moving to a place I have never been, I looked around at my room and enjoyed the peace of the final night in my home.
As the rays of the sun hit my face, I rolled over with my stomach like a ball of yarn. Uncertainty makes me sick, well not sick but queasy, like right before you have to speak in front of a large audience. Nyema was up and packed but still looked tired, I do not think she got any sleep so it seemed that she did not do well with uncertainty either. Bilal, my baby brother was still asleep. He was not packed but he was like my dad in that way, everything was always done in the last minute. But Bilal was not fazed by any of this he had the uncanny ability to adapt to any circumstance and be comfortable hence him being in a deep coma of sleep in the midst of the revelation of our parent being wanted terrorist.
My parents were already up and packed.

"Bilal wake up and grab what you are taking we need to go." my mother said running his back to ease his transition from slumber.

“Mom. Just give me five minutes.” he said to her like this was a normal school day.

"That fool would sleep through the end of the world!" Nyema said.

"Bilal! Time to get moving. Or does the idea of having your permanent residence in a FEMA camp appealing to you?" dad said.

"Why is he always so extra with everything; all I need is my digital reader with all my Books, my music, and my meditation CDs.” he said to us under his breath.
As we made our way to the truck which our father had heating up as we prepared for our exit into a future whose road was treacherous. We had no choice at this point but to trust our parents, still the unknown was unsettling. Bilal always accused me of thinking too much at times. Over analyzing things always had my mind moving over 1000 miles per hour, I just need to breathe and clear my mind, get in the car, and know it was going to be ok.

“Is Skylar coming?” Nyema asked.

“Of course we will meet them in Phoenix.” My mother said to her giving Nyema a hug.

We would hear from all my parents’ closet friends that "Your destiny is mapped out, the routes to that destiny is entirely up to you."
If that route included being a terrorist by-proxy based on your parent’s tutelage; I wondered what I was thinking, as I looked at my family as we began this unknown journey into a tomorrow that was as bright as it was dark. I could only relax and envision a happy ending where we could just be a normal family, well the closest we could be to normal.
As we pulled out of the driveway I took one last look at what was home. This is a place we grew up and had ever memory that I had ever known. Leaving all that behind was hard.

“It is going to be ok Zohar.” Nyema said grabbing my hand.

“It is just that I thought we were going to be here forever going to college, staring businesses, being successful. It is unbelievable how in an instant it can all change so dramatically.” I said to her.

“There is still time to bail on them and make a run for it.” Bilal said.

It was only recently that we were coming to grips with everything we had been doing as a family which we all battled with our whole lives but that was completely rattled as we were on the run. I could not help but to think about meditation sessions with my father which composed of using doing visualization exercises this was something we did daily as a family. Control of the breath and emotions was a focal point to growth as we became older. In situations such as our current lot it was becoming clear the reasoning behind such activities as our family found ourselves in the predicament we were in. I need to calm down and breathe.
In these sessions we learned to calm our mind's chatter, the random thoughts that would come in and out of our head which open ourselves being able to make connections to our lives, studies, and anything else we had questions about. This helped us many levels: school was a breeze, we were well balanced emotionally never getting too high or low, and we were able to always get what we wanted.
This may seem absurd to some but it was normal to us and as we saw these results the questioning we had of our parents way of life began to lessen. But we always felt the urge to be normal like everyone else. My father has been studying his entire adult life about the secrets of the universe and our place in it. He had a plethora of books for us to choose from and we had been reading them when our peers were reading what was directed in school where we did that and more. Through his discoveries we were able to reap the benefit without the effort of finding these documents; well initially that was the case. As we progressed in our studies and our interests became unique to each one of us, it demanded that we search for our own truths. But the beauty in it all is that it led right back to what our father introduced us to.
But like our mother was a great influence on our father she was the same if not more for us, always keeping us grounded; listening to our father we would have had our heads in the clouds all day. She brought us back to reality and worked with us to blend in with kids our own age even though we were light years ahead of them in regards to intellect and maturity.
But most of our days encompassed the following in this order: wake up, meditation, getting ready and going to school, homework, dinner, studying with dad, and meditation before bed.
This routine was the same from the time we began school. My parents knew that if we were ready to be mis-educated by the global elite then we were ready for our true education that sought to shape our mind, body, and soul.

“The more I think about it, I think they were preparing us for all of this.” Bilal said to me but in an octave low enough that our parents did not hear.

“You think?” I responded.

“All those books which we did not think anything of just reading them it was what was normal in our house. But I do not see any benefit from all that now. If I could turn back time I would throw those books in their face and tell them I do not want anything to do with any of it.” Nyema said.

“Well that is not an option but let’s try to blend in as much as possible in Phoenix. I mean our natural appearance will make us stand out anyways no need to add the problem by being weird.” I said to them.  

We nodded in agreement as we drove down the highway leaving the nation’s capital to a place that we knew would be everything but what we had been use to our whole lives.

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Circle 7-Chapter 2

Chapter 2

"Grab all of those we will be needing them” my father said in a calm but scary way. As we peeked from the top of the stairs we saw a closet full of weaponry like something out of an action movie.

I cannot believe I let you get all these.” My mom said shaking her head.

Dad always joked about getting a gun for each year after Nyema was born- for potential suitors of course- but we all thought he was joking. I mean our parents did go to the gun range ALOT but they never appeared like the NRA type.  It just did not seem to fit their spirituality principles so I thought but I guess I was wrong, and judging by Bilal and Nyema's reaction I do not think I was alone in those sentiments. 

"I did not know Dad was an action hero" Bilal said.

Nyema belted out a laugh which unfortunately revealed our location to our parents who were in the midst of planning something when we interrupted them. 

"Just for the record I Am Legend" dad said with a smile. 

After hearing the news that broke, why on earth was he in such a good mood? I did not understand the world seem to be going in a direction that none of us anticipated but by the look on my father’s face he seemed to have gotten the best news of his life.

"What is I AM Legend " we asked simultaneously confused to his reference to us calling him an action hero.

"Never mind." he said still with that same smile as before as if nothing else mattered. It was if he was excited about the current circumstances as opposed to concerned about the effect it had on his family. He seemed more detached than usual which was troublesome. This was a feeling my father felt comfortable in which was the love of us, it was a safe place for him from the harsh realities of the world around us. Still, even though it was refreshing but we still had to address not just the elephant but the entire zoo in the room.

"Dad what is the deal with your own personal armory?" I asked.

“Yeah, Dad,  you have a  closet full of guns, ammo, grenades, vests....five of them, gas masks, and flash bangs, are we preparing for war or something?” Bilal added.

"Your mother and I have seen this coming for a while now. Remember your studies children; nothing is as what it seems in the this world where what is right is shunned and what is wrong, that feeling that tears at your gut is celebrated and cheered; this world which gives the presentation of being free especially in this country is where those freedoms are boasted we are sheep moving to the horn of the government. The president and all other leaders are tyrants ran by the United Nations and the Pope through the Catholic Church. They are looking to destroy any attempt of movement that is centered on providing any type of freedom of the masses." my father told us.

"So you’re the terrorists that caused all of the problems for everyone? Now I know what it is like to be the kids of one of the Taliban. You guys are lunatics and I always knew it, this is crazy. We are on the news and you’re actually calm. You really need to sit on someone’s couch and talk about your feelings. I am sure it will land you in the loony bin with all those other nut jobs. You know I have seen movies about guys like you and it does not end well. It was bad enough that everyone thought we were weird but to overthrow the government that is path I am not ready to walk with you pops.” Bilal said.

“This is madness, it is one thing to beat to the sound of your own drum, we can deal with that but this is the United States government, but not just that you are telling me this is a global government that are at our heels! You think that they are not aware of who we are already? You are foolish and I always thought you two were better than that!” I said.

 “Listen, we have always had your best interest at heart and this is no different. There are people that are aware of what is going on and others that are not. We have taught you that this government only looks out for themselves not the people but things have changed where the government wants to eliminate or imprison those in the know that can shed a light on who and what they really are. Those and others like us are a threat to them maintaining power because we know they are usurpers but they will kill us all to keep that secret quiet. But it is known that with the new location of our solar system that now is their best chance to take us out as powers are only beginning to develop. We are who we are and that cannot change. We have not done anything wrong but be this knowledge makes us a threat to their existence and they are looking to eradicate us.

"And who are these leaders in government in relations to us exactly?" I asked.

"It would seems that we pose a threat to them but I do not understand how; they have more guns, more people, and more money. Our resources are extremely limited or is there something that I am missing?" Nyema added.

"We are all older than we appear. We have a pull to old books and an old way of life that others might think to be foolish. We eat right and look to gain insight into the way ancient civilizations lived. That is because we are connected to those ancient civilizations. There is a knot that binds us to those places because we were there as active participants in the birth and formation leading to those centers of cultures flourishing.  Those who are at the head of these governmental bodies seeking our demise fear that connection and want to exterminate us leaving only those who forgot who we truly are." 

"The impetus of all this began with the solstice. At that point the sun and the planets that surround it were at the center of the Milky Way galaxy. During this time you will see your spiritual abilities began to develop at an enhanced pace." my mother continued.

This had to be craziness, I could not let myself get caught up in my parent’s delusions of grandeur all I could think of was being teased and bullied for being so different. We ate completely different food, you would never find us at church, and we would read books our friends never heard of. It was a chore being us.  Our views on the government was never apparent to others but my parents never showed complete trust in their powers and made that very clear to anyone who would ask. To some they were labeled as conspiracy theorist which was a nice way of saying they were a little off.  But in our houses those who did not believe in these theories were the crazy ones.

So here we are, in the basement of our home, closet full of military weaponry, and a discussion on the conditions of humanity and its soul . I do not think you could paint a crazier picture.

"I have noticed the quiet moments where you would sit down and feel a part of you that went beyond your physical body was becoming massive filling the whole room. If that is going on within me I can only imagine what you all are feeling  although you may not have even noticed that is the beauty of it all  where you do not see it coming and you are overwhelmed in an instance, it has been  more noticeable to me especially after the new year. It was naive to think that we were the only ones having this experience, and this is just the beginning. Can you feel the fear of the elite who know that the masses are ready begin to wake up will be experiencing great things over the next 7 years?" my father asked. 

All you could hear was crickets.

"Why seven years?" Bilal asked.

"It is the number of victory, the world was created in seven days and the world will be liberated in seven years." my mother blurted out.

 This was going to take a lot of effort and discipline but under the current circumstances what choice do we really have. Our parents were labeled as terrorist, our home could be raided at any moment and the weapons stockpiled would not help our case.

 "We have to leave! Gather whatever you can carry that is important and be ready to move at dawn." my dad instructed.

"Where are we going?" Nyema asked.

"We are thinking that we should head west to a city not as populated and a little less culturally inclined to have people like us so that we can blend in and live life like normal people so Phoenix, AZ is where we decided.”  Dad said with my mom shaking her head in agreement and adding, "So we will head out in the morning and give you all a more information about what is going on because I am sure that you all have questions and you deserve answers". He said

“I feel like there is something you are not telling us?” Nyema said.

“This all seems too cryptic for me.” I am not sure I want to go with you all.” Bilal said.

“Can’t we just go to Grandma’s while you all deal with this? You all need to handle these problems that you have created for yourself, I do not understand who drags their children into such as mess. Isn’t it your job to keep us out of harm’s way? It seems like you all did the complete opposite.” I said.

“I know this may be hard to believe but you are safest with us.” my mother said.

“Why do I find that hard to believe?” Nyema responded.

“We have done the best for you in these times, this you have to not believe but know. None of us had a choice in this, we were born this way. It was a pull that we had toward something bigger than what we were being told.” My father said.

“That theory works for you but you raised us this way. The only pull that we had toward this was you both not only pulling put pushing us towards books that you felt we should read along with other practices that you felt was best for us which in hindsight I think I can speak for all three of us in saying you could have kept this to yourself.” I said back to my parents.

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Circle 7-Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Meditating with my father always we a sense of peace for me. We would take out our trusty folding chairs with the comfortable cushion, placing the chairs seven feet apart from each other with my brother Bilal, my sister Nyema, and mother at an equal distance forming a five pointed star. It was these moments when I felt safe from the judgments of the world around us. I knew that other families thought we were weird but our deeds exceeded our spirituality in their eyes where our parents were pillars of the community working on social issues for those left behind by government laws and we were the top students in our class with the highest marks across board.

As the oldest I took it on myself to lead my brother and sister in this direction my parents had guided us to like a lighthouse in a torrential storm. My father had told me that their development would be determined by how I gravitated to his teachings. My father and I had our share of battles between the two of us and there were moments where we would not talk for days with our stubbornness being identical, I blame genetics. Eventually, we were able to see eye to eye and I followed his guidance and I grew exponentially and it was threw the witnessing of that growth that my siblings got on board.

Now we were a five made one like a fist ready to punch a hole in whoever stood in the way of what we desired which was simple, to uplift those around us and show them how to improve their day to day life through these basic principles of studying oneself in conjunction with the world and universe that they were living in. it was through these studies that we had been able to achieve the success we had in all facets of our life.

For myself I was happy with excelling in academics, for Bilal this translated to his athletics where his aptitude for studying game film along with his perfecting of his instincts made him a star in any sport he played, for Nyema it was her intuition where she was able foresee problems and solutions before they presented themselves in real time.

I was just happy to see all of us become the people that my parents envisioned when we were babies. Now in our teenage years where I was 17, Bilal 16, and Nyema 15 what is known in society as the most difficult years was becoming a breeze for my parents. Unfortunately this peace of mind that we shared would be dramatically interrupted by forces that Nyema could not even see coming.

10,9,8,7,6,5,4,3,2,1…Happy New Year. Our parents kissed and toasted their glasses with their closest friends to bring in the new year of 2013.

“To imagine, people thought the world was going to end” my father said.

But he knew all too well that was not the case. My father had dedicated himself to us and making us a stronger unit as a result. My parents were intellectuals but always felt the need to act. They had this utopian idea of what should be based on what once was in the past before the fall of ancient civilizations of days long ago. Anyone who came into contact with my father immediately viewed him as eccentric before meeting my mother who calmed down his passions and gave it direction to the betterment of the family. Where he was able to be chameleon and the need to educate everyone who came into his path decreased as he understood that everyone was not ready to eat the food he wanted to serve them.

With champagne pouring for our parents they danced the night away to a mixture of music that my parents had to agree to before playing as their musical inklings were significantly different. Where my father loved smooth grooves of the 1970s-90s, my mother loved everything that had been recorded. To be honest I cannot remember a song she did not like. Nevertheless, they danced some slow dancing some club music; I forgot at times that they were as old as they were because something about them seemed to not age like they were in college and never grew up.

“I feel rejuvenated for the new year” My father said.

“Yes anything will be better than the drama of last year, but stop stepping on feet” my mother replied.

“I am just trying to get leveled with you, there must be slant in this floor. I feel shorter than usual.”

“That is because you are short my dear.” She said to him laughing pulling him closer to her.

“Mom, I am going to need something a little stronger than this sparkling cider if I am going to be subjected to this.” Bilal said.

“How do you think you got here? My father asked which immediately made my stomach turn.

“Alright guys I think that is our cue to leave.” I said

Our parents’ behavior aside the night was great; I enjoyed my family playing with my younger siblings Bilal and Nyema.  

Bilal was an interesting fellow, my father referred to him as the sweet one because Bilal was gentle but had a confidence about him that was only matched by our sister. My sister Nyema, one word can describe her DIVA! She felt like she walked on water, and my father refused to tell her anything different. I do not think her feet touched the floor until she was almost three years of age. But we all got along wonderfully we were born in consecutive years, again showing the passion and love shared by my parents I guess. The thought of it disgusted me yet I longed for a love they had where each continued to work to understand the other better in order for the family as a unit to be strong being that they were the foundation they made sure that the relationship between them first and foremost was solid. The three of us are remarkably close. We did everything together, potty trained, started school, and competed against each other with the wide knowledge base given to us by our family.

We had what my father called the Akashic Records; it was our own personal library that rivaled the public one down the street. We had both printed and digital books on every subject imaginable. “Science and math are the keys better yet the language of the universe” my mother would tell us daily. So we studied and I mean studied hard. But it was not a chore it was enjoyable because we knew that with these tools we will make a difference one day. I know for sure that neither one of us had any idea what that contribution was but we knew it was destined. I mean why else would our parents be such crack pots?

So we studied every day and on the New Year's Eve, the reason for those studies became as apparent the rising of the morning sun. We knew that the winter solstice would cause a great shift. Our solar system was going to be in the center of the Milky Way Galaxy. The thought was that something would change. I think it was us being to use to everything happening so fast that we thought the change would be instant. I was hoping to get wings. To be able to just lift off and go whenever I wanted, perhaps I read too many comics and watched too much television. Things did not change at all as we moved to the new calendar year, well nothing that was obvious.  

We all began to notice little things. One of us would think of someone and they would call, we would share thoughts, finish each other sentences but not on purpose. It was weird. We heard of this happening before but we never paid any attention to it, it was some stuff my dad would talk about.

On the 11th of January everything changed, the newly re-elected president made an address to the country that would change things forever.  Martial law was enacted upon the country. This came as a shock to us. "Are you watching this" Bilal and Nyema said simultaneously. Our mouths almost hit the floor as we watched the address of the television.

I don’t not remember what he said verbatim but the gist of it was:

"Citizens of the United States of America, we are under attack. There are several home grown terrorist cells across the country that have been developing for the past couple of decades. We are aware of their activities through agents we had working within these organizations. The problem we have faced is that there has been no leadership that we could identify. This group comes in all shades and color but our intelligence tells us that the Martial Law will smoke them out. We will also be sending representatives from the United Nations to homes to collect registered firearms. Anyone not in compliance with these measures will be viewed as an enemy of the state and sent to camps under the supervision of the Federal Emergency Management Agency." It was all surreal like a bad dream that I could not wake up from.

Dad has always thought the government would finally show their hand, I guess the I told you so is coming" Nyema said.

"That’s sounds about right but I have not seen him in a while where is he? It is not like him to miss moments in history such as these" Bilal asked.

That was good question I thought, as a matter of fact where are either of our parents?

A loud crash sounding like a millions car crashing into a guardrail was heard from the basement and like the curious kids we were we went and started to go check.

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