Circle 7-Chapter 12

Chapter 12
"This just in United States air drones attack areas of New York City and Los Angeles in areas of reported terrorist cells. The death toll now stands at 444 killed. The military on the scene has taken the 216 survivors to FEMA concentration camp for further question concerning the terrorist movement."
That report did two things to our group, it hardened the children because we knew there was no way out and it let our parents know that regardless of how one wants to protect their child this was the point in the game where you go all in, looking to win big.
Their gamble was us. My parents planned on instilling qabalah within us. El Ra Sun had an Eastern practice from the Hindu religion taken from the African spiritual system out of the Indus Valley of Kush which he was giving to Skylar. Musa and El Ra Sun did not have any children but considered us four theirs, so Ra-Sta would assist in the synthesis of the information where we would be able to relate our studies to the world around us. And Musa would work with in the development of ancient and modern self defense principles that we would need to perfect.
"School is starting soon, we have to get you all enrolled under these new identities so that we blend in and do not stand out. We also need to be looking for more permanent living situation, I have the feeling that we are going to be here for a while." my father said glowing with all of his favorite people in the room.

"I found a place for everyone. There are apartments right outside out Tempe near the Foothills of the Red Mountain which has availability for all of us but I suggest we move in waves as to not raise any suspicion. Even though the city is not under heavy surveillance we must still be mindful of what's going on in the world around us." my mother told us.
“Well you cannot beat this January weather.” I said

“Yeah it is better than 25 degree day in DC for sure. I must admit that I was a little more than pessimistic about this before but it isn’t that bad we could have moved to Canada like we were runaway slaves or something.” Bilal said.

“Yeah we are in danger no matter where we travel no artificial borders can protect us when it is the world who is our enemy.” Skylar said.

We are different than other groups because they cannot find the head to cut it off. There is no specific leadership, in place that we as labeled terrorists were following just the instincts and intuitions of the men and women we trusted dearly. This was shaping up to be something special; I knew it from the butterflies that were flying around in my stomach. Although daily reminders of the war against the spiritual people on the planet was always in the forefront of my mind; we only heard reports of what was going on stateside but our parents knew this was a worldwide occurrence and we were the key but it all was dependent on our disciple and effort. But this would get challenged heavily as we became more comfortable in our surroundings.

Circle 7-Chapter 11

Chapter 11
As the sun crept upon the horizon as morning approached for another day in Phoenix; I woke awaiting all the day had to offer. The plate could not be any fuller with all the discussions last night. Before I could get my morning stretch out the way I turned over and saw that Nyema and Bilal were already gone. I assumed they were out running because they were the super athletes of the clan where I was the nerd who played every instrument. Don't get me wrong I enjoyed a good cardiovascular workout like the next person but did not have the dedication to it to start every morning with it like my comrades. So I just hopped in the shower to help get the sleep off.
As I turned on the water, I was instantly hit by a dream from the night before. I saw ten spheres and I was each one. These spheres were up in the sky and I fell from one to the other as each one had so much water in them that they overflowed. They were each connected by tunnel slides like at a water park. I started from the top and slid all thy way to the bottom. But I did not have any fear; it was an escape from the seriousness of everyday life that was now so apparent. It also gave me a sense of calmness which was confusing because my natural inclination of being trapped in a sphere being filled with water would be panic but this was not the case. I decided to just roll with it all and make a mental note to jot it down on some stationary sitting on the nightstand in the motel room.
As I finished my shower I heard the door closing and assumed it was Nyema and Bilal. I grabbed my towel rushing out to tell them of my vision, however to my surprise it was my three uncles there to wake me up.
My uncles El Ra Sun, Musa, and Ra- Sta were interesting people. They had met my father in the summer following my sister's birth. Although my father went to school with Musa and El Ra Sun, they did not hang out on account of the extracurricular activities my dad did after school. My father never mentioned what these activities were, we just assumed they were clubs he was involved with that kept him busy where the friends he made were few and far between. Still, they were able to connect as adults and were as thick as thieves ever since. They found enjoyment in each other's company because it allowed for them to be themselves. Even in per-martial law era it was difficult to be different, especially being as different as they were. They always veiled themselves in normality. A practice that made my father sick to his stomach but he dealt with the circumstances in order to take care of his family. That was something he learned from Ra-Sta.
Ra-Sta was the oldest in the group by several years. He had a wealth of information that he gladly shared with anyone who had a willingness to receive it. He looked at all of us like the future and we all looked to him for council with any questions we had that had any spiritual significance. While there was no leader among them Ra-Sta was a source of clarity due to his knack to connect ideas that on the surface had no connection and being that he was on this path the longest he was always available to lean on until we were able to figure things out and understand things on our own.
But here they were waiting for me like I was holding up the process, and then I remembered the meeting of the morning. I was so caught up in thinking about that dream that had forgotten the itinerary for the day and I had no idea that everyone would be gathering for this meeting as well.
"So, you finally decided to move?" Ra-Sta said in only a way that he would find amusing.
"I had this dream I could not shake that I actually wanted to write down before I left. So I may have to hold everything up a little longer while I put it all down on this stationary." I replied.
"No rush young king, we all know the significance of the dream world. Take your time to make sure you get everything down. We aren't going to rush you, we just wanted to make sure you were moving as your mother has the food ready and your father well, you know him, is making sure that you all have everything you need for what lies ahead." El Ra Sun stated with a glow that made me feel like he knew something that I didn't.
Everyone was so calm. I wondered was all people that were being hunted by the government this way. I mean, I have been a nervous wreck and only seem to find any sense of calm from those around me. It was contagious yet unsettling the more I reflected in it. It just seemed crazy. But this is all I knew and I trusted them. I mean we had gotten this far at least, crossed state lines and have pretty much moved undetected where every time we turned on any media outlet it was over-flooded with stories of people across the country being taken away. Even worse families were being interrogated by the government if it was even suspected that they had any leaning to the spiritual.
"Where is Skylar?" I asked El Ra Sun
"You know her and your sister took off into our motel room as soon as we got here. Those two are probably planning a way to get to the mall or something because I know their limited wardrobes are driving them batty." he replied.
"I am finishing these notes; I will meet you all in my patents room in a minute." I told them, I didn't want to rush but I would feel rushed with them hovering plus I needed to focus to make sure every last detail was right. I needed to get down every color, every shape. I did not know why but something was telling me it was necessary.
My uncle Musa was different than the rest of them where I did not know him as well. His day job had him working odd hours so he missed a lot of our gatherings but whenever he attended he would always say something memorable and this morning was no different.
"You keep those notes Zo because I had a dream about spheres last night too." he said as he closed the door.
“How did you know about my dream Musa?” I asked.

“Just because I am not around as much does not mean that I am not in tune to what is going on. We have a bond that goes beyond the day to day grid where we connect with each other whether it is a mediation session, a random thought, or a dream.” He said.

“I have never felt it.” I said.

“You have but you were not aware of it, you may not have been sure what that feeling was. But trust me moving forward you will be able to identify it. It is a powerful feeling to know that we all move as one.” Musa told me.

“Well soon enough if what my father has been telling us materializes.” I said.

“You are already finding the rhythm of the spheres which is why you are dreaming about them. But write down your notes and join us quickly for breakfast before your mother starts to look for you.” He said.

When finished my detailing my dream I made my way to my parents’ room.  I walked through the door the smell of fresh eggs, waffles, fruits, and grits hit my face like an uppercut. I had not really eaten in the past few days minus a snack here and there, so this was right was exactly what I needed.
"It was difficult to save you a plate but I was able to manage. We were not sure you would make it but you know your brother and sister can eat but I wanted make sure that you ate first before everyone came back for more." my mother said.
"Yeah, you were holding up the show but since you finally graced us with your presence we can eat and finally hear what dad wants to tell us." Bilal said.
"So, let me speak for everyone when we say that we are happy that you four chose us for this journey. We are in troubled times where we are openly considered a threat and hunted to be controlled by the elite of this society who wish to maintain their grip on the power structure the world over. You are the ones that will lead this age of progress toward a different course than the current path towards destruction. As you know we have all been given some foresight through our specialties which we shall give to our children. For me it's the qabalah, for El Ra Sun it is the science of the occult. Through this you shall be able to shape a new tomorrow, what that is I cannot say for I cannot see it. It is something that through your discipline and effort that it will manifest." my father said to us all.
"Everything that was purchased for the bookstore will be used to supplement this packet I will be giving to you for your work. The candles, oracles, talismans, stones, and books will all be a part of this process for you because it was no coincidence that you decided to pick them up. Your mother and I will be available for guidance but our main objective was to get you to this point and place this packet in your hands." he continued.

"What is this packet dad?" Nyema asked.
"It is a blueprint to navigate the Tree of Life. A means to manipulate the angles of light from the cosmos to influence the material your world based on your will." my mother explained.
"This system is what brought your father and me together. I had never seen someone so concerned and invested in the spiritual as him. When we talked and I saw this was his focus I immediately took interest based off his peculiarity which does sound strange but it was a uniqueness that kept my interest which was hard to do back then. From that connection you were born. But your father has always had roadblocks in his study where each time he tried to master the tree one of his children was born. It was not until Nyema was about two years old that he started getting back to his studies. And in doing so he was able to foresee what is occurring in the world right now. When these visions became more real to him he shared them with me and I also began work on the tree. From this we got to the point we are at now, it is called scurrying the Tree of Life." my mother explained.
From there it all began to take shape for all three of us. Every moment bringing us to this place came into focus. This scurrying that my parents did how could we use it to take the next steps toward freedoms? At that moment Musa came in telling us to turn on the radio.

 

 

 

Circle 7-Chapter 10

Chapter 10

As we returned back to the motel we were finally able to discuss the purchases that were made at the spiritual store.
"So, Zohar oh king of all the nerds and dungeons and dragon players, what else did you get besides the wand." Bilal asked.
"Whatever the spirits led me to brother." I replied.

"I made a come up in that joint, got a pentacle necklace, the Sefer Yetzirah, chalice, and some tools to get to work with my mediation." Nyema said
“That’s crazy; I got a pentacle necklace too. I see our mother’s influence is always present as she loves her pentacle necklace.  I wasn’t event thinking just grabbing whatever felt right.” I said.
"You did not get any type of oracle Nyema?" I asked.
"No need brother; I am an oracle.” she replied.
"Well, I am not an oracle so I grabbed a pendulum to guide me through the craziness our psychopathic parents got us into. But I did grab a pentacle chain too; I have been stuck in the car with you all for too long." Bilal said.
“This situation may not just be our parents doing at least us being a part of it anyways.” I said to them.

“What do you mean?” Bilal asked.

“Dad explained a long time ago that our paths are chosen by us prior to our arrival in the physical form. Under those conditions we just choose the route not the destination.” I said.

“Get out of here with that existential mumbo jumbo; I never bought into this stuff 100%. There were times when this felt like the most perfect situation ever then we would leave the house and have to deal with reality and regular people. All the mediation cannot prepare for not being accepted as a kid. I just wanted to fit in and when after all these years it finally happens. Boom! We are in Phoenix, AZ and I have to start all over but now we are criminals.” Bilal said

“If I did pick this scenario for myself, I am an idiot.” He continued.

 “No need for your life story Bilal, we were there but there is some truth in what Zohar is saying. I do not believe in random occurrences, there is always some plan and we are not in this position just to be captured I cannot and will not believe it.” Nyema said. 
Together it seemed that we were a great trio although we were missing a big cog to our engine as Skylar was en route. When our other family arrived we knew that the real work would commence.
"I hoped you all grabbed everything that was necessary for what needs to be done. This journey we are about to embark is not going to be easy. We are still waiting for your uncles from back home to join us but every second counts, so we must continue to work. I need you all to study these books inside and out and share them with each other. I need you to focus your meditations on the stones that you hold and light the candles and incenses to influence your desires into this world. Things are speeding up children, you will see your desires appear as needed but a focus is required from each of you. Whatever you did before I promise you was not good enough anymore. Any success that you have seen through your efforts prior to your arrival in Arizona was only scratching the surface of the possibilities. The need for greatness is apparent now.” my father urged.
My mother interjected, “The government is planning our extermination, and we must do the same for them. First and foremost it is imperative that we first master ourselves for through that the world is our oyster. The control of the breath is the first thing to control through that we will teach you all everything that you need to know. But without that you will be no different than the dumb and blind that are following the leadership of the president without question."
“So, did you all use your gifts in order to get us here?” Nyema asked.

“Your mother and I shared a vision one night that showed people getting tortured but it was not their physical body crying for help it was the light that illuminated beyond the physical; some call it an aura, astral body. Whatever it was it haunted us.” my father said.

“After that date your father and I had numerous moments of clarity where we able to still our thoughts to reconnect with that space and each time the vision got clearer and clearer until one day we could not see anything else.” My mother told us.

“But how much did you see?” Bilal asked.

“We saw troops, concentration camps, and all of our family us fleeing to Arizona but we were always happy in those visions which did not make sense with so much pain surrounding us. Yet, it makes sense now as we are together with these calculated movements from that vision although tense but enjoying each other. The rest I am not sure you are ready to hear.” My mother said.

“No they need to hear and understand how serious this is.” My father said.

“We have worked with you from the time that you were children to get you to this very point. I hate to put this all on you all but you have gifts that you mother and I cannot even imagine. It is you that will get us out of this situation. I have wavered on if I was going to tell you but I feel you must know. We have been tainted from birth by our parents because we only grasped this information in its entirety in our adult years. You on the other hand have been exposed from time immemorial and were not interrupted your reality was carefully cultivated. Your external environment had you question us as it should have but you are here. You did not run which shows me that you are ready.” He said to us.
All of the work our parents put us through was coming full circle.  Our first lessons were about the contributions of our people. My father thought it was necessary to break these psychological chains of slavery that weighed him and others around him down. It was systemic, he was only taught to get a good job and take care of his family. Noble indeed but what of the injustice around that he saw perpetrated on his people both foreign and domestic? There was a concentrated effort to break them down. My father never understood why that was occurring in his younger years only that the thought of it all troubled him deeply. But his parents crippled through the fear of the civil rights movement and its disastrous aftermath pushed him into the realm of normality where gainful employment was the only out and concerns about a history that provided only impediments to that employment were looked at as trivial pursuit.
But Bilal, Nyema, and I were different. We took that idea of normality and turned it up on its head in this upside kingdom. My father was encouraged by our mother whose parents and grandparents infused her with a sense of self which my father used as a crutch when he questioned his direction in life. My mother was the backbone of the house. Where we all drew from her strength, she may have had a sense of obsessive compulsive disorder but we learned attention to detail through her eccentricity. And now it was time to put it all to practice as we got to the work which seemed to have been preordained.

“Well, we need to get to work and start mastering the books that we picked up today.” I said to everyone.

“Yes, take this time to understand why in the time of crisis you were drawn to this ultimate test.” My father instructed.

“If this goes right, I will be greater than any athlete ever.” Bilal said.

“Really, that is what you are thinking about right now, your legacy?” Nyema said.

“I am thinking long term Nyema, being a freak is one thing but being remembered in the annals of history is on a completely different level.” Bilal said.

“It will all be irrelevant if we do not put in the necessary work in order to achieve these lofty goals. So, I suggest we get to our studies.” I told them.
Under normal circumstances when reading our books there was a period each night where we would discusses what was discovered and compare notes. Tonight was different we were each sunk into our selections, only taking time out to use the bathroom and eat. I was not sure if the stress of the things around us centered our collective focus or these were just good reads, perhaps a little of both. Still, we were engaged as were our parents.
My father only grabbed one item from the store which was a package that he had received from the owner of the shop. The reception of the package seemed cloak and dagger like watching a scene from Mission Impossible. I did not pay much attention to it at the store because I was so caught up in my own purchases. Yet looking back there was something strange about it all.
“Hey, I will be right back I am going to talk with dad.” I told Nyema and Bilal.

Making my way down the hall I could only help but wonder what was in the package and now with us all on the same page it would ease my mind to just ask so I can move on with my studies and not have the question troubling my mind. Knocking on the door I made my way into the room to get some answers.

"So what did you get Pops?” I asked hoping for some big revelation.

"Only what was necessary.” he relied.
"Oh, mind if I take a look?” I continued.

"Of course not, I was telling your mother that I was curious who was going to ask me about it first. In all honesty, this package is not for me. It's for all of us but specifically for you three." he said.
"With all of this craziness going on around us we need a way to fight back, but not in the conventional way. Revolution in the way it is seen today is a farce. The global elite set it all up to put people in place as puppets to do their bidding. I do not see us having that luxury of garnering their support as we are the biggest threat to their existence. We have monitored your diet because the foods most eat are used to kill those who consume them, we have monitored the books you read because you also needed a proper diet of the mind, and we have monitored and pushed you to meditate because you needed the proper diet for your soul. But today you all picked different books than you have ever read before under extreme and unconventional circumstances that spoke to each of you differently. But I ask you why?"

"For a distraction from the crazy?!" I responded.

"Exactly!" he responded.

"You all cannot be caught up in the drama of what is going on here. It has come the time to take everything from theory to practice. Your books are to supplement what is in this package. I had it sent her before the president's address because if we were caught with it while we were traveling not even the energy from the music would have helped us. This package was received and I stress that word very strongly, to me in my youth and had been a jewel in our Akashick Records library. It has given your mother and me the foresight about all the events that have recently transpired." he said.

"So you knew this would happen the whole time? Did my aunts and uncles know about this too, and why did you keep us in the dark, and why didn't you do anything to stop it!" I said.

"There was not much we could have done other than prepare and be on the offensive. We had no physical evidence other than the spiritual which in the eyes of many does not hold enough weight for the revolutionary actions that were required to stop it. We have shared with you several tools from your conception in the womb to this very moment to get all of you ready for what lies ahead. Although, we never explicitly told you why, we wanted you to live as free as possible and have as much of a childhood as you could. Trust me, the burden of knowing what was coming and ultimately what is required of us all is burdensome. But at this point I think you all are ready to know. So, in the morning we are expecting the rest of the family to arrive in town and we will discuss everything." my father replied.

As I went back to my motel room shared with my brother and sister, I saw them still in their books studying heavily. I debated in my mind whether to tell them what was discussed with our father and were sick of the secrets although at one point necessary, these are different times and we all needed to be on the same page.

"The family is going to be here in morning." I told them.

Nyema and Bilal both began to glow excited that they were ok and in route to our destination.

"That's a relief, with all the checkpoints and surveillance they have constructed it feels like border patrol, I am surprised that they have figured out how to move so freely." Bilal interjected.
"Well I don't know if you all saw Dad get that package from the guy at the register in the spiritual shop but according to him through their spiritual work they foresaw all of this and were able to prepare in order for something they have planned. We are meeting tomorrow morning to discuss that very thing." I informed them.

"So, that's how we were able to stay one step ahead of everything. That is amazing, whatever they have that allows them to see all this we need access to. We are not kids anymore we are a part of this now and need every tool in the shed in order to get out of this in one piece." Nyema replied.
"So we have two oracles as parents or something? Man, this is getting stranger by the minute. I mean, I knew we were a little off compared to everyone else but had no idea how deep down the rabbit hole it went. But seriously, they had a plan? I just thought we were winging it day by day, now to come to find out they knew this was all going to happen and we were prepared, I can stop stressing. But I agree with Nyema, whatever they are using to get ahead of the government we need to get on that train." Bilal said.

Their enthusiasm was becoming contagious. I guess they were right in this situation our parents were putting us in a place where we could survive this madness that has been encircling everything around us. I decided to grab my book and get back to my studies where I read until I fell asleep.

Circle 7-Chapter 9

Chapter 9
“Time to wake up!” my father told us.

“Are you serious dad, its like 9am?” Bilal said.

“Come on dad, ten more minutes.” Nyema pleaded.

“This is our first day all week we did not have to travel can’t we just have a like another hour?” I asked.

“We have an appointment, get your clothes and lets get going NOW. “he ordered.

“I didn’t know we signed up for boot camp.” Bilal said.

“Let’s just ready and get this over with.” Nyema said.

“Yeah, he seems to be in one of his moods.” I said.

Getting dressed we smelled breakfast. It was a pancakes, eggs, fruits, juice, and sweet potatoes. It was so long since we had a decent meal although it was not home cooked we would take what we can get at this point.

“No McDonalds?” Bilal asked.

“Bilal, you know that stuff is not real food.” Nyema said.

“Well fake food taste good!” He said.

“Bilal, we have never eaten that stuff you know we need the right food in order to reach the height we have to attain.” I told him.

“Yeah, a boy can only dream I guess.” He said filling his mouth with the food at the table.

“Bilal I think you would eat anything.” My mother said.

“I don’t think I could do caviar though, fish eggs just sound disgusting.” Bilal continued.

“But you’re eating chicken eggs.” I said.

“Yeah but when I think of fish eggs all I can see is the movie Finding Nemo, I cannot bring myself to eat Nemo.” Bilal said.

“Bilal just shut up and eat your food. I think you could possibly be labeled clinically insane.” Nyema said.

“Of course, I could look how I was raised.” Bilal responded.

“Alright finish up and meet me at the car.” My father said stepping out of the room toward the parking lot.

“Mom, do you have any idea where we are going?” I asked.

“If I told you I would have to kill you.” She said.

“I hope when I get to be old like you guys I can keep my humor in a situation like this.” Nyema said.

“I hope I never have to go through a situation like this again, I don’t know what you are talking about Nyema. I think you may be the insane one.” Bilal said.

“Let’s get out of here before dad has an aneurism.” I said.

The drive was a quick one because before I knew it we were passing a spiritual store. These stores are special as they are different than any other because they have candles, books, stones, wands, daggers, cups, pentacles, statues, and talismans and that was the tip of the iceberg. It seemed risky with all the government surveillance that was sweeping the country and was being constantly reported on the radio and television. But my father took us five stores down to a bakery.
"Peace to the Gods." my father said in salutation to the man at the front of the store.
"Peace be unto to you and your seeds Ak." the clerk owner responded.
And with those subtle words a door was opened in the back of the shop that connected to the basement and underground we went bypassing the other four stores and reaching the spiritual shop. My father seemed to have this all down pact which made me feel at ease. It also reinforced his professing of preparation for these events which even further made it seem so real to us. This was not random occurrence my father was in complete control of the situation and it was impressive to see.

“Dad, you are supposed to be the king of Mike Viking it.” I asked.

“Stakes are too high to be making stuff up on the fly. If we do not handle this perfectly we force unnecessary dangers upon all of us. I am not willing to risk that; not with you all, not now, not ever.” He said.

“Still, it is impressive because you are the worse planner of all time.” Nyema said.

“We are all perfecting; I am no different from either of you all. I just try to better each day but I appreciate you all taking notice. I guess it take a crisis for me to plan anything. Your mother already gave me her list, you all need to get whatever you feel is necessary for this journey but make it quick we have to get back to the other shop and buy some groceries so we cannot be here all day or it will look suspicious." my father instructed to us.
"No pressure." Bilal said to me under his breath.
“Nyema you are looking like you are trying to solve the mysteries of the universe.” I said.

“Who knows when we will be able to come back to a place like this? I want to make the most out of this opportunity and not waste it. I suggest you do the same.” She said.

“Yo, check out that wand, that’s mine.” I said.

"Really?! Nyema, how much you want to bet he grabs a broomstick next?” Bilal said.
“I am not listening to you I know I can do magick how do you think dad got us out here. This will just be a reminder of what I am capable of. But stop talking; I got to focus on these items so many to choose from.” I told him.

The next thing I saw was a booked called "The Book of Illumination, The Key to the Gates of Lights", I grabbed that right off the shelf. I also grabbed several candles, several different stones, a pentacle necklace, and a tarot deck.
“Now, that it was I am talking about the Book of Coming Forth By Day. That’s that old school magick right there Zohar. What you know about that? You talking about wands I need a dagger never know when you have t o shank a soldier” Bilal said.

In addition he also got candles, stones, a pendulum, and a pentacle necklace.
“That’s the Sepher Yetzirah, the Book of Creation. If we ever needed a tool to help us create something better this was the time.” She said.

Nyema also purchased a chalice, candles, stones, incense, oils, and a pentacle necklace.
We all got to the register and checked out. We then went back the way we came, grabbing some bakery donuts, bread, and coffees and headed back to the car toward the motel. We were so preoccupied with getting found out by the National Guard that we did not even discuss any of our purchases. This was unique in the sense that we always compared notes with what we bought. We would tease each other of what was considered silly such as my newly purchased wand. But we had none of that, a sign of the times I guess. It was something that needed getting use to where a part of the childhood I loved so much was disappearing into yesterday so quickly.

Circle 7-Chapter 8

Chapter 8
"Dad, how is this going to work? I mean we are thousands of miles from home, fugitives pretty much and are here looking to be some type of savior?" Bilal asked.

“What is the link between our spirituality and the toppling of this one world government that connected from the United States to the United Nations all the way to the Vatican in Rome?” I asked.

“And what could a few teenagers do to stop it?” Nyema asked

“So many questions you all think alike.” My father said.

“To be honest I am, not sure if you all are just along for the ride or integral parts to bringing down the whole system. It is through your work you will show what your value really is. I have my assumption but we shall see.” He answered.
"The government’s elite are tricksters who have convinced an entire world that they are free when we are under their yoke now more than ever. However being that everything they have used to control the masses is an ancient art that they received at the footsteps of our ancient ancestors, we are able to see through their tricks if you all open all three of your eyes which is your task as none of you saw this coming. We have a lot of work to do." my dad said.
This rhetoric is what we have battled accepting forever where its validity was always questioned although deep down we knew it resonated within each of us like an old truth we forgot. But at this point it was all or nothing and wavering in these times could mean enslavement in a concentration camp or worse.
"Remember all those shootings which pushed the public to approve of the government taking steps to control the guns? Those incidents were not real, they were actors who performed a dramatic event to cause trauma and hysteria among the public in order to push their agenda. And let us not forget the horrible incidents of September 11th the event we have covered ad nausea where the government killed over three thousand innocent people to promote their War on Terror well that was a build up to this point to get us in their crosshairs for extermination. These guys plan extensively over a hundred, if not several hundreds of years to push their agenda. This is the last act of the play where we are the targets and our death gives their power more for their dominance to continue unbalanced and unchecked. But they underestimate us and do not know that we have been planning longer than they could ever have, but the key to it all lies in a realm beyond the one we know." my father told us in our motel room that lacked the luxuries of people destined to save the world.
"So when do we get started." Nyema said excitingly.
That's what I am talking about! Your effort will determine our success or failure" my father replied.
"Dad, you have been beating us upside our head with this information since we were able to read. Slowly but surely you have pushed us in this direction. And I hated you for it, if am to be honest. I just wanted to be normal whatever that means. We were always looked at as different being that we thought so faster than others in our development and we were able to decipher information so quickly. Looking back it was more hate from others than anything else. But with these turn of events, I am glad you and mom raised me up for this moment. I am ready!" Bilal said.
"You already know with me Pops." I said.

Circle 7-Chapter 7

Chapter 7

It was another early start to the day. And we hit the road headed toward Arizona being only a day’s drive away. The sky in New Mexico was amazing. Driving down 40-West the skyline looked like a painting, unreal and almost in arms length. The landscape was breathe taking, ruddy red rocky cliffs that gave the impression that they were sculpted at the beginning of time; never bring touched giving a glimpse of perfection. The New Mexico scenery was definitely relaxing amidst all the uncertainty that surrounded our journey which had been quiet outside of the random checkpoint but we passed them without incident learning the routine from our first stop. It seemed our father’s plans to get us to Arizona was working, avoiding stopping in major cities which took us longer but was safer being that they received the most attention from the government. It was genius when thought about it; I mean who heads to Arizona for refuge. As we crossed the Arizona border we saw how different this place was.  

“I think I just saw a tumbleweed blow by.” Bilal said.

“This place is hot! Why did the temperature just jump from 60 to 80 degrees in like five seconds?” I said.

“I am going to need some food we have eaten since we left New Mexico and that was a gas station; you have me surviving off of snacks. I need some real food, can we find like a salad shop or something outside of a Subway which seems to be all they have out here.” Nyema

“If you have not noticed there is nothing out here Nyema, this is not D.C. I think Subway owns all of the rest stops in the Southwest.” My mother said.

“We will stop at the next place which seems to be Cambers, AZ.” My father said.

“If I see another Subway I am going to scream.” Nyema said.

“I have $20 bucks she screams.” Bilal said.

“I am not taking that bet, Subway is making a killing out here.” I replied.

“Next time you plan on driving across the country can we make sure we bring better food?” Nyema said to our parents.

“We will do our best, perhaps next time it will be under better circumstances.” My father replied.

“I see the tension is slowly subsiding.” My father said.

“It is just us being ancy. We have been in the car for four days straight, your madness is contagious.” Bilal said.

“Well, there is the next rest stop Nyema.” My father told her.

“Humph, just keep driving.” She said folding her arms.

“I told you I wasn’t taking that fool’s bet Bilal.” I said

“I was hoping that being stuck in this car had affected your judgment.” He said.

“Keenness never takes a day off.” I told him.  

“There is always the next rest stop.” My father said.

“Whatever daddy.” Nyema responded.

“I am just saying.” He continued.

“Just let her be, Nyema just hold tight we have something and you know that you can get a salad from Subway.” My mother said.

“No, I’m good.” She said.

This was more like us, I was not sure if it was the change of location or just the removal of all the pressure of traveling across the country with the potential enslavement in a concentration camp upon the horizon.

“There may be more options in Flagstaff, AZ.” My father said.

As we moved further down the never ending road which was I-40 West the backdrop that was beyond the Right of Way was changing from desert to Pine trees. It was unexpected because I was sure there was no vegetation in Arizona it was good to know I was wrong.

“Ok, I found a spot in town that serves pizza and a salad.” My mother told us.

“That’s a weird combination but it is better than all the other options.” Nyema said.

“Yeah Subway, Subway, and subway.” Bilal said.

After eating our food we got back into the car and made our way for the homestretch. There were moments of holding on to the edge of seat as we road down a mountain into the valley.

“Jesus take the wheel.” Bilal said.

“Stop playing boy.” Nyema said.

I sent Bilal a text”

I am not afraid to die but am not sure I want that day today.

He responded:

You should have driven because you learned from mom. I do not know who taught this guy.

Regardless, we made it. Once we got out the car in Phoenix, AZ, I felt the heat punch me in the face like a prizefighter. I was not fan of the cold but your body could not be prepared for 90 degrees in January.
"So this is where the magic happens?" Nyema asked.
She had no idea how much truth was in that comment. I have had experience meditating with my parents, we each did but I took the most liking to it because of the peace I was able to attain through my sessions. My brother and sister had their own experiences but lacked the discipline to carry out the meditation session every day. Whether it was sports for Bilal or cheer leading with Nyema, they had a lot on their plate. But for me I was consumed with this knowledge as it was all I knew and was what I was good at.
I had three uncles who I worked with monthly. Each weekend was spent at one of their houses back home where we would participate in different lessons. I was the oldest so I felt the need to set the example which was a rigorous work ethic. It was seen by both my uncle and my peers.
I was not sure when they were coming so of course I asked my father as soon as we finished unpacking at our motel room a few miles from the highway.

"Dad, when are my uncles Musa, Ra-Sta, and El Ra Sun coming?" I asked.
"They are taking different routes but we are all going to meet here, that's the plan." he replied.
"And do not worry about the rest of our family, they should be safe. They have no spiritual leaning at this level where they would be considered any threat to the government and they have no knowledge of the depths of which we are engaged either." my father stated.

“Skylar cannot get here so enough I am so sick of dealing with you all by myself.” Nyema said.

“Not so easy without your partner in crime I see.” Bilal said.

“I have never had a problem handling you.” Nyema answered with a punch for added effect.

“I am just excited to see what we are going to be doing here. Dad better crack open the book on the Kabbalah.” I said.

“He has held that close to the vest since we were little only giving us crumbs along the way.” Bilal said.

“Well, he did say his hand was forced by the movements of the world government.” Nyema said.

“I think this is going to be what we have done before on steroids. We on our Barry Bonds, just have to knock it out the park.” I told them.

I think we all looked forward to seeing them and continuing our lessons but we had work to do beforehand. My father was a heavily influenced in kabalistic studies which shaped his life. Although never formally trained in Judaic studies, my father's understanding of the Kabbalah was unparalleled. He grasped the knowledge of the Kabbalah like he had already learned it in a past life before this one and excelled in its understanding currently. I knew that the Kabbalah would play a role somehow.

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Circle 7-Chapter 6

Chapter 6

The next day we pushed through on our way to New Mexico. Oklahoma was a very beautiful state with even more green scenery than Tennessee. We went miles without seeing anywhere to stop but were able to appreciate the beautiful landscape. It was completely different than what I was thinking which were farmers and Native Americans all over the place but still felt like a tornado could come at any moment based on the signs the overcast in the sky. However my mother was sure we would be fine.

“I will tell you about the secrets of the wind and how to control the weather when we get to Arizona.” My dad said.

“These guys get stranger by the day.” Bilal said in amazement and confusion.

“Yeah, this whole fortune cookie, coded talk is getting annoying.” Nyema said.

“So what is really going on? I do not want to wait until we get to the hotel. Everyone is tired and we have all this time to talk if we hit a checkpoint then we will just turn on the music or just leave it on while we talk over it.” I told my father.

“Finally, some answers.” Bilal said.

“It is complicated. I fell into some information when I was 19, just a little older than you all. It changed my outlook on everything where I began to question everything. In the midst of getting answers to those questions I was able to cultivate certain abilities during my college years.  But the transition was difficult as it made me feel like an outcast to those closest to me which I still feel even to this day. I wanted to keep these feelings from you for as long as possible. I intentionally only provided you with the tools you needed to maximize your potential for growth for this very moment in your current development. But the actions after New Years of the governmental elite have forced my hand, so we have to get into a place where your abilities can truly be pushed to limits that will challenge everything.” He explained.

“No matter where we are our gifts will reveal themselves but there are certain places that will enhance the speed in which those gifts are attained and mastered. Imagine your body is like a cell phone and in certain places that reception is stronger than in others.” He continued.

“Dad, I am not sure you are aware of this but Phoenix is in a valley, cell phone signals are horrible there.” I told him.

“Funny you say that because remember where we said this is the upside down kingdom where nothing is at it appears. So your physical device does not work well there but spiritual signal is on a different frequency.” He said.

“Who remembers the story about the Dogon people from Mali?” My mother asked.

“Of course we do they came over here before Christopher Columbus and worked with the ancients that were in the Americas to reestablish a transatlantic partnership.” Nyema told her.

“Exactly.” My mother said.

“But what use to be that place where those relations were created, well part of it anyways.” My father asked.

“Arizona.” Bilal said.

“Exactly.” My father said.

“So it is through tapping into this place of ancient people that the gifts that are latent within you all will come to the forefront. That is why we did not stay at home. That is why we are going across the country dodging the military in hopes of seeking refuge in Arizona so that we can move without as much interruption as would be experienced back east.” My father continued.

“Well that makes everything clear, why didn’t you say anything before?” I asked.

“No time like the present.” My father responded.

“I hear you dad but I am not trying to hear you right now no matter what you’re talking about.” Bilal said.

To Bilal and Nyema it seemed like more coded language yet to me it made sense. For some reason it resonated with me and I had full trust in my parents who had always told me it was their job to take care of us. So why in our darkest hour would they let us down? As we pulled in a small town a little past Amarillo, TX we found another motel so spend the night but the as this was becoming the norm for us the banter about our sleeping arrangements diminished but the conversation in the car ride gave us a lot to think about.

“What do make out of today?” Bilal asked us.

“Not sure.” Nyema added.

“It will be ok, when had they ever led us wrong?” I asked

“Um, how about now. We are on the run from the government with loaded weapons and wanted felons. If I had any sense I would run while they were asleep but you fools won’t come with me. I have one fool who is guided by blind faith in their parents and the other waiting for their BFF. I think they have jumped off the deep end. This has turned our world upside down, the talk about an upside down kingdom! We are in the car with the king and queen of the upside down kingdom. It is one thing to give us books and random facts but this is all a lot to take in. My whole life as I know it is over. We left everything and everyone behind.” Bilal said.

“Bilal, I do not know what you expect to do. We have to ride this out with them for better or worse. My gut is telling me that we will be alright.” I rebutted.

“They are our parents Bilal, but I understand your concern but I trust Zohar’s gut, he has always been on point since we were babies. I share both your sentiments but Bilal we are not leaving until we talk with Skylar.” Nyema added.

“Ya'll are stupid, I am going to sleep. But how come I always get the floor and Zohar always get a couch?” Bilal said.

“Because of my positive optimism. I know the best is going to come to me and it always does. Our thoughts shape our reality. Perhaps if you got out your negativity you would see things for the best. This is an adventure and you’re that guy that is complaining the whole time. Don’t be that guy.” I told him. 

We all went to sleep uncertain of what tomorrow would bring but had to get use to the fact that this was what was becoming normal. Tomorrow could bring incarceration or a closer step to true freedom as we finally were going to make it to Arizona. Still, was their freedom something that we would feel or would this life on the run be just as equal as if we were captured the day after the president made his announcement concerning Martial Law like Bilal had said? Although I tried to be the voice of reason for my brother and sister I still had my own doubts that I was battling.

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