T.O.R.N.: There's Only Right Now

Chapter 7 Aissa

Aissa was scared because she knew at any given moment they would come for her again. The tests The Sephiren ran on her had become random. She used to be able to know when she could expect the next experiment. Tuesdays, they would take her into a room and lay her on a table that would move inside a large machine. There would be lights and sounds for her to experience but outside of that, no pain, no discomfort. She actually had grown accustomed to her time in the light and sound machine over the past eight years. She would imagine being reunited with her sister. She refused to believe that Asante died in the earthquake at the police station. The earthquake she would come to learn she had caused.

First, they taught her of integration. A word to describe being fully aware and aligned with any moment. The Now. It was an easy concept for her to grasp at four years old, without the distraction of television, school, organized religion or any other veil driven entity. They taught her techniques in meditation, Yoga, Tai Chi & Reiki to sharpen her awareness and alignment. The Sephiren also spent many hours teaching her about the world outside of the hospital. The world in which the masses lived. The grid. The world distorted by the veil. The knowledge that she was special and was here to protect humankind from their own folly had been drilled into her head daily. She was given a history of The Sephiren which dated back to Egyptian Civilization.

Then they taught her the science behind the entrainment of brain waves. It was an easy enough leap to understand how things actually worked with the human brain having the capability to entrain the physical universe. To the degree that one is aligned with an object or element's frequency combined with one's level of integration would determine the depth of the entrainment. So she learned of the unique connection between her vibration while integrated and the frequency at which tectonic plates shift.

However, this knowledge, the tests, nor the intense brainwashing never erased the connection she had with her mother and sister. She sang their, "Ready for the Day," song as much as she could remember. And as she got older she was convinced that the song was a way of her mother communicating with her. As well as the key to her freedom.

But the drugs and the tests were becoming invasive and harder for her to manage. She wasn't sure how much more she could take. Her five-two frame only held a mere ninety-five pounds on her last birthday. The day her menstruation begun. She caused a three-point-two magnitude quake due to the pain that was uncontrollable. The staff sedated her in time before she did any real damage to southern California but the earthquake was felt some fifty miles away. Since that day her care and tests took a more painful direction. They began to force her into higher and higher states of integration using pain as the catalyst. At the same time, they would tranquilize her. She figured this was done to disrupt the synapses in her brain, therefore, lessening the vibrational impact on the frequency which the tectonic plates aligned. This enabled them to experiment on her and not cause any major damage or alarm because the quakes she created in this drug-induced state were of your standard one-point-zero magnitude or less, which is experienced in California almost daily.

Aissa decided to give her restless mind a break, it was the middle of the night, they probably wouldn't return until morning. She began to sing what she remembered of their song. "I am ready for the day, I am kind, I am brave, I'm exactly what I say, not tomorrow but today. Don't delay, ride the wave, I am ready for the day..." She entered into a meditative state before falling asleep. She was at peace.

At 4:44 am Aissa woke in a sweat. She had a dream that The Sephiren had decided to kill her. She then heard the lock to her door release. Aissa thought of the words to the song. Someone entered the room and through her cracked eyelids, she could see the silhouette of a syringe in their hand. Panic gripped her breath. She looked at the clock again, still, 4:44 am. They are going to kill me. She began to sing their song in her mind, she could feel the warmth emanating from her energy center at the top of her head known as her crown chakra. Her bed, the nightstand, the desk and ground all began to move. The walls started to crack. Whoever had come to kill her lay on the ground in front of her as she stepped out of the bed and onto the moving floor. A light fixture had swung down from the ceiling killing him instantly. She stepped over his body and moved with the shaking of the building as if it were a part of her. Moments later she walked out of the front doors of the hospital and the devastation of what she had done was everywhere. Destruction had touched everything her eyes encountered and the ground was still rolling. She severed the connection. This was the first time she was able to turn it off consciously.

Tears flooded down Aissa's face as she took in the havoc of what would come to be known as the Northridge '94 Earthquake. She was twelve years old and a killer, this pervaded her consciousness while she wandered the desolate streets of LA.

In the past six years, life had been challenging for Aissa. Mostly because she needed to stay off-grid. Therefore she lived amongst the disregarded and forgotten of the City of Angels. She spent most of her time between shelters, beaches, and libraries. Aissa added to her knowledge of entrainment by studying the teachings of Jesus, Krishna, The Zoroastrian Kings, The Buddha, and the Kabbalah. Though these were all different spiritual doctrines they all pointed to one truth; humans are infinite, expressing themselves in time.

The weather was hardly ever intolerable and Aissa lived off the kindness of strangers fairly well. She also continued to sharpen her techniques of integration or staying present by meditating three times a day. She was ready for The Sephiren if they tried to come for her again.

This particular morning she was hopeful that her course would soon change and bring her to her sister. She could feel it. Though her search of the LA area and southern California for Asante had proven to be futile, Aissa knew Asante wasn't far.

She had been saving for a bus ticket to travel to Northern California. Specifically to the Eslan Institute. She could spend time there sharpening her mind as well as look for clues of other factions. The Sephiren had alluded to other factions during her time in their possession. However, finding any evidence of their existence was an unfathomable task to undertake. But her instincts told her she was close to finding a link, clue, something was about to change.

She dug her feet deeper into the sand, her tattered jeans frayed at the ankles, were wet from the incoming tide. As she meditated on Ecclesiastes 3:11, she thought of the universe that Source had planted in her mind. She envisioned the connections between all living things. She surveyed Surf Rider's Beach. A family of four were making sand castles. A little further away a group of teenagers were obviously smoking pot. But in the ocean was the real action.

Surfers were riding waves with a precision that always struck Aissa into awe. Don't delay, ride the wave. Aissa smiled to herself. Then she saw him. His wetsuit clung to his muscular torso like a superhero. His dreadlocks flying behind him as he came out of the funnel and rode the wave to completion. Is he looking at me? His gaze was obviously focused in her direction, but there was no reason for him to notice her. She was purposefully as undesirable as she could possibly manage. Yet now he was coming out of the water carrying his board and walking straight toward her.

Aissa wanted to get up and run, but so much of herself declared interest and trust in the man approaching her. He stood two feet from where she sat. She made herself as still as possible. Then she looked up slowly to meet his gaze and found the most beautiful eyes in his countenance.

He grinned and said, "I am Obadias Gotzon, Aissa, I have ridden the wave to come meet you, will you have me?"

Aissa stood up and they embraced, she began to cry in the knowledge that she was no longer alone.