End of Days

It is strange to be out of the WME. We all thought we would be crazy-happy, delirious with joy, drunk on freedom. But everyone is subdued, even the woodsy beauty of our hideout can only occasionally pull out a smile, and even then the mood is tinged with melancholy. We have electricity, and RayMan managed to get us a television, so we are getting to see the news for the first time in years. But the news isn't telling the real story, it is as if we are not in a war at all - honestly, we had more of what was really going on when we were working. I think we are stunned that the public seems rabid for poor dead Anna Nicole Smith, or that silly Paris Hilton, the news is just like a tabloid MTV video.

Luka went with Jeffery and Renee today to meet with RayMan - he has some government documents that, if they are found in his possession, he will vanish like a rabbit in a hat. A lot of it is information about what the government has already done and what we have been told about it - Paul Wellstone and his wife dying in the tragic plane crash, for example. RayMan has the documents of how the plane was tampered with and by whom. Peter Jennings dying of lung cancer.....you get the picture. But RayMan also has current documents, specifically about Barack Obama and Dr. Ron Paul, and the plans they have for them.

Remember, we did not all go voluntarily to work for the WME - our group had simply participated in one of the many double-blind studies that are advertised in employment wanted ads everywhere, and we all woke up in new apartments, working in the bowels of the WME. When Jordan and I went to the double-blind study, it was 1997, we lived together in a house in Los Angeles, and Clinton was president. The first few years down in the WME basement, Jordan and I were alone, trying to figure out how to escape, then when we slowly found the others who had been kidnapped in this way - Luka, Julianne, Anna and Sam, Renee - then later RayMan, then Allen, well - we really did not realize we had been gone almost ten years. We are shell-shocked by what has happened to the United States, we really thought the free people would know what was going on, there would be non-stop serious news and fighting in the streets. The apathy of so many people, the blatent disregard the government has for the law, and the handful of people who are screaming at the top of their lungs that this administration is killing America, well, the only people that listen are the people who already know. But Rayman pointed out that people are starting to wake up, he gave many examples, but it still feels like we are hurtling towards a massive explosion both literally and figuratively.

I am so aware of my heart beating, I can hear it in my ears, I can hear the little twitter of the birds harmonizing with the low note of tension that is in the air we breathe. I feel like a crystal wineglass, ready to be lifted in a joyous toast or shattered in a million pieces from the tap of a fork.

And I wait for another day to go by.