Will Love Ever Come?

Chapter 121

THE SUN SHINES BRIGHT, The atmosphere is relaxed. Eschewal has been waiting at the reception desk for five minutes. He is just about to shout to get someone's attention when the reception prison officer appears.

"Mr. Rote?"

Eschewal nods.

The reception prison officer plonks a large plastic bag onto the desk containing a medium-sized bag, some clothes, and shoes.

"Sign these papers." The reception prison officer pushes over three different forms that are supposed to hold Eschewal to three conditions, which, if breached, would send him back to prison.

Eschewal reads through each form. He smirks and signs them, for he knows these conditions will not be able to put him in jeopardy. Prison will never see me again unless I want it to. He pushes back the signed forms.

The reception prison officer pushes him through his belongings.

"Nah, keep the clothes and shoes. I want to donate them. Just give me my bag."

The reception prison officer removes the bag and gives it to Eschewal, who puts it over his shoulder and waits for the money he has earned while working in prison. The total has amounted to two thousand. The reception prison officer counts the cash and stuffs it into an envelope.

Eschewal does not say thank you; he puts the money in his bag and heads for the entrance.

Eschewal reaches the staircase; the reception prison officer says in a condescending tone, "Make sure when you come back, you bring a friend."

Eschewal does not reply or turn his head. He represses his rage and walks up the flight of concrete stairs towards his freedom.

As he reaches the top, sadness consumes him as he remembers his childhood. That bright-eyed little boy who told his grandma he wanted to become a doctor. He always knew he had a good heart and felt sick when he did wrong. Every time he went against his nature, it destroyed a piece of his soul. However, he feels now he understands everything for what it was.

He thinks, 'All my beliefs, past actions, before I read the black book; having sex with my auntie, robbing, smoking, doing hard drugs, believing that the black book would bring me effortless riches. And after reading the black book, disconnecting from the destructive matrix of corrupt forces, searching for Manna, falling in love with Manna, and becoming a creator of values, were all connected to one common denominator; the need for stimulation and the hope of receiving happiness.'

The old man's warm eyes flicker through Eschewal's mind. He smiles as he remembers thinking the black book was magic. "Nah," he says to himself, "The black book showed me that I'm magic with tremendous potential to create my destiny and achieve what has eluded me for over two decades: real happiness."

A smirk of enlightenment dons Eschewal's face as his subconscious recalls what the old man was saying while he was staring at the black book's title.

The old man had said, "This book is the system's greatest threat because it will make you a thinker.

They do not want this because if you begin to think, you will begin to see through their evil illusions and their matrix of lies. When you become a thinker, you can solve your problems without using bogus psychologists who do you more harm than good. But the ultimate benefit of thinking is that it allows you to create new values, which will then deliver your reward in the form of happiness, love, and riches. But you must take action. Read as many books as you can – because readers become thinkers, and thinkers become creators of values."

Eschewal pushes open the tall oak doors, and as the sunlight hits him, he dwells, 'The greatest drug of all; creating values, holds the key to wiping away; poverty, crime, death and sweep in; love, happiness & riches.'

The door swings shut as Eschewal is sucked into the light.