The True Believers

Why is my world different from yours? You believe everything here to be true. Therefore it is. This is your reality.  I believe this world and everything in it to be false. A lie if you will.  Therefore it is.  I can bend the rules of your reality. Do things that no one here believes that they can do.  I have been awoken.  To me everyone in this world is asleep.  Following their own mundane lives.  Not seeing that they are in a continuous loop.  To you it may seem that I can time travel. To me, I wave my hand and bend the realms of time. As time does not exist.  Therefore the rules of time travel not do apply to me or others like me.

I can rewind back to when Shakespeare was but a boy. Talk to Oscar Wilde and William Yeats.  See Picasso create a master piece. I can move forward through time and see what the world becomes.  The future that people, you include, believe will come to be.  Even though you created this reality you may destroy it. Or you can change what you believe and change your world.

Ever wonder why some people seem to get things without really trying?  That’s because they don’t.  They just believe that they can do anything.  Therefore they can.  Michelle looks to me with disbelief in her eyes, she almost laughs at me as she says: “You’re a nut-job.”
I smile as I have been called worse: “You can change anything that you want about your life if you truly believe that you can.”
She picks up a plant as she says: “So you’re saying that I can change this plant into a puppy?”
I smile: “If you truly believe it.  Yes you can.”
She closes her eyes with doubt in her mind. Then something inside her changes. She trusts what I have told her, she believes it. When she opens her eyes she is holding a golden lab pup; she nearly drops it then she places it on the floor: “How did you do that?”
I simply shake my head: “I didn’t. You did. You believed it was a puppy, so it became a puppy.”

She stands, paces the floor.  “You’re telling me that everything in my life isn’t real. Everything and everyone in it is a lie.”
I sit back in my chair as she allows this to sink in: “Yes. I am.”
She almost shouts at me: “That’s a big deal!”
“Yes it is, I’ve been where you are you.”
“Why me?  Why are you telling me about all of this?”
I smile: “Not everyone is a believer. I had a feeling that you would be.”
“What’s next?” she asks in a mixture of doubt and excitement.
“Whatever you want… There is one thing though…” I pause long enough to know that I have her full attention. When I know that I have it I continue. “There are some believers that don’t want us to be awoken. They chase us and try to put us through a process that would put us back to sleep so to speak.. That’s why they are called sleepers.”

“The key is to remember that you control your reality.”
She retakes her seat: “What does that mean?”
“If you see them coming for you just believe that you are somewhere else.”
She sighs with a deep frown: “What happens if they catch us.”
I frown deeply: “That is the tricky thing.  They are also true believers, so it comes down to who has the most self belief.  If you believe that you can be freed more than they believe that you can’t. Then you will be freed.”
She thinks about it for a moment: “But if I doubt myself, they win?”
“Yes, without a doubt they will win if you don’t believe.”
“How will I know them?”
“They are always in pairs.  Two believers are stronger than one.”  I regard her with great intensity: “They wear black suits with the sleepers symbol on it.”
I shake my head: “They will appear to move at super sonic speed. Really they are just moving through time.”

“I’m dreaming right?” She questions.
I smile: “The total opposite, you’re more awake than you have ever been.”
She frowns: “But this makes no sense. At all.”
“Ok. I want you to do something for me.” she stares at me blankly, yet she does not object, so I continue: “Close your eyes.  Think of a moment in time that you want to revisit. Have it clear in your minds eye and picture both of us there.” I let her find this moment in time: “Now really focus. Concentrate.  We are both there.”  She nods
“Now swipe your hand in the air until you feel that you are where you want to be.”
As she takes this motion I can see her time line passing by. She has her eyes closed so she has missed it.  She holds her hand in a halted motion. Then she opens her eyes. she surveys the room. “It worked.”
“It worked because you believed it would.” She looks around at everything and everyone: “Where am I?” she asks almost disappointed.
“You are still you. Anyone from this so called time line, will see you as you were to them.  You will see your true self.”

She looks down to her clothes: “I’m in a dress?”
I laugh slightly: “Is that not what you wore to your debs?”
“Alex this is insane, this can’t be really happening.” she shakes her head and in flash we are back in her sitting room again. “what happened?”
“You didn’t believe it was real. So it wasn’t.” I lean forward.
She laughs, closes her eyes really tight. Giggles to herself. Her phone rings in that moment.  “Hello?” She answers the phone: “Yes this is Michelle Mitby.” She giggles again: “What competition have I won?”  She frowns: “Whats the cash prize?” she laughs again: “It’s already been transferred into my bank?…. Thanks!”  She hangs up the phone.

Slightly amused I ask: “What did you think about?”
“I believed that I had 10 million in my bank.”
I smile: “And do you?”
“It would seem so.”
I clear my throat: “The only thing is, you’ll no longer need money. As once you believe that you have something, you have it.”
She sits to attention: “Right so these sleeper guys. Why are they after you?”
“The monitor the zoners-”
She cuts me off:”Zoners?”
“AH.. Yeah. People that are zoned out, or in a trance as I like to say.”  She nods for me to continue: “So they monitor the zoners and they pick and chose who gets to be awoken.  When someone is awoken without them, they have no control over them. They lose a part of their powers.”
She shakes her head: “What does that mean?”
“Did you ever feel like no matter what you done, that life was just against you? Or everything was just plain wrong?”
She laughs: “Yeah. Who wasn’t?”
“That’s because they’ve been controlling your life. Every movement, every joy, every pain has been in their hands.  Some zoners believe that it is the will of their God, other zoners believe it is the universe that controls everything, when in reality it is the sleepers that control all of the zoners.”

She ponders for a moment: “What happens if everyone is awoken?”
I frown deeply: “I don’t know, but at least everyone would have control of their own lives.”
“How many people have you awoken?”
I nod towards her: “Including you. 29.”
She shakes her head: “Where are they?”
I smile: “Living their true dreams. Living their lives the way they want it.”
She frowns at me: “Why are you not living your dreams?”
I sigh: “My dream is for the whole world to be awoken.”
“So why can’t you just believe that everyone has been awoken? I mean is that not how it works? You believe it so it becomes true?”
“Trust me I have tried.” I lean forward, clasp my hands: “As much as I believe in others, there is nothing stronger than self-belief, and if the zoners don’t want to believe that they can be awoken, then they won’t be.”
She laughs: “So, I don’t like the life I have? Is that what you’re telling me?”
I smile: “No. That’s what you’re saying. If you didn’t want to be awoken, you wouldn’t have been.”


To be continued….. Possibly……

By Emma M. Carolan




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