The Overthrow part 1

I - Preparation
The water is so clear, I can hear the birds chirping from the trees above. I’m sitting by a lake, the grass feels soft, like a mattress, I can hear the forest spirits calling me from the trees from a distance…”Blaz, Blaz”, I’m so at peace I feel that it won’t come back ever again, then I heard the roar from the trees, I take off.

The earth below me is trembling, I see the water underneath me, and I close my eyes and block the noise of that thing coming after me. I find myself sitting on a branch, I see a pond, and there’s a boy next to it, he looks straight at me, I take off again.

I get up with a start, and immediately start vomiting, this has become a regular thing, the dreams are getting worse, so much so that I can’t even conclude what is reality and what is not, every time I get up, some physical aspect about me changes, today it’s my eyes, they turned from green to blue. I am now looking at a blonde haired man, with blue eyes, I’m looking at the mirror and I don’t see myself, I’m confused, I heard the forest spirits talking about what was happening about to me, some kind of process. I also have started having back pains, I don’t know why, or how. I collapse. When I open my eyes I see an ancient looking man looking over me. “You all right boy?”, he said calmly. I don’t know what answer he expects from me, I don’t know where I am, my back pains are worse and I don’t know whether I’m dreaming or not, so my natural answer is “Not bad, where am I?”

“You’re in the clouds, the city in the sky, you’re nowhere and everywhere, I’m Bruce, welcome”, he says in a very unwelcoming tone and he wanders off talking about the process I heard so much about. After that very detailed explanation of where I was I blurt out: “What’s happening to me?”. He looked at me as if I was joking then realised I was serious and his expression turned to a surprised one very quickly. “So you really don’t know about the process?” “I heard about it but I don’t know what it is, what is this process?” “The angelic process my boy, have had any back pains lately, that’s your wings coming out, but it takes time, and it’s painful. Anyway, Agartha is the place where we train you angels because God insists that people like you must be trained…do you remember your childhood, or any memory from the past, apart from your dreams?” Nothing came to mind, I started panicking, I was confused, almost ashamed that nothing of my past could come to mind, I wanted to scream and cry, I look at Bruce, who just looks at me blankly, not showing any pity, I felt like running away and crying in a corner, but I chose to stay put, although I felt broken, and without a purpose. For the first time I sat upright and could study the room I was in, it looked like some kind of office, but suddenly it changed to the forest I was in during the previous dream. “This room takes the form of anything you want it to be” he said, holding back a grin after seeing my astonishment. “Does it ever turn to anything you want it to be?” I asked him. His face transformed into one of sadness, there were five minutes of silence between us. I broke the silence with another question, “Does God really exist then?” “Yes, but not quite how the people above ground imagine him-“Suddenly he stopped talking, he looked scared. “I shouldn’t be talking about this, your treatment is going to start, first I’ll give you some earthen drink to make you sleep, drink it, then, once you’re up I’ll prepare you for your encounter with God, here, drink” The last thought I have before dozing off is that God won’t be to my liking.