FALSE Clairvoyance

Imperspicuity and Concealment

He now walks up a forested hill, stopping a bit to look behind him. It is trees everywhere and he's all alone. He looks ahead of him once more and continues his slow walk. The small path he's using is unclear with dead leaves from the trees above covering it. His eyes leave the ground gradually as the way, as well as the hill steepens. He's now looking at the far end of the path where it disappears into a clump of trees. He looks over his shoulder and there's the path he uses to reach this point. Surrounding it are spaced trees. There's nobody else to ask for a direction further than the path's end. He's now standing alone in the middle of a collection of trees, all green. He pivots his neck to look forward and a gradual force begins to pull him in his stillness on the spot.

His eyes widen while the force gets him closer to the path's end. He's almost there when it gives him a break, allowing his feet to settle fully to the ground. He waits no further. He's now running down the hill not sparing a look behind. His eyes are wide and seriously grazing the area ahead as his feet take him as fast as they can.

He finally manages to make it out of the trees. He now stands at the edge of a flat wide area covered with thick dark green shrubs. At the further ends of the field is another forest surrounding it.

He pants as his eyes search around with a look of desperation.

His breath rate lowers after a few minutes with him still standing on the same spot. He all of a sudden senses a group of people, about a hundred of them coming from the left end of the shrubby field. Their being black emphasizes their being African. They advance with complaintive shouts with most holding long wooden handled torches, the flames so big like orange-red hot small clouds off the leafy wood undoubtedly from this particular mix of shrubs and forest patches.

It's like he's invisible to them. No head from the crowd turns to recognise his far presence. They walk in the middle of the field while he watches them from its boundary with the forest and hill bottom. It's even risky lifting a leg towards the seemingly raging throng.

Two dark army green Pajeros appear from the direction the demonstrators are heading. Though this clearly scares their movement a bit, their voices altogether get louder whilst the military vehicles approach them, one following the other. The group stops moving and their shouting ceases once the cars stop moving. From the rooftop of the front car stands out a middle-aged dark-skinned man with a moustache. He's wearing an army green uniform with a similarly coloured military cap. From within the same roof space stands out two other men, also in military attire but they look younger. They have to be in their mid-twenties. Each holds an AK-47 and they're bodyguards to the older guy standing in between them. The behind vehicle is still and no one stands out of it.