For the Sake of Evolution: The Indigo Child

By Adrian A Andre

There was a time when the evolution of consciousness was at a standstill due to the intentional repression from the higher echelon although they failed to acknowledge that that which you fight you strengthen. Now we are experiencing a flux in evolution. A shift in consciousness. The masses are beginning to awaken to the fact that reality is clay and they are indeed the potters, manifesting their intentions on a daily bases. That being said, Life will give you whatever experience is most helpful for the evolution of your consciousness -Eckhart Tolle. For those that come across this novel, this may very well be your next step towards knowledge, wisdom and understanding.

A Controversial Examination of Society through the Innocent yet Cynical Lives of Two Kids with Different Economic and Cultural Backgrounds with Origins Foreign to this Planet The Most Important Video You Will Ever See... Part One of Eight: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F-QA2rkpBSY The Matrix of Illusion: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oePY_MH3mqk You Have No Rights: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hWiBt-pqp0E

• Language: English
• Publisher: iUniverse
• Release date: Sep 7, 2010
• ISBN: 9781450234399

Adrian A Andre

Love. Society's traditional, and sadly contemporary, definition of love is defined by commitment. Perhaps that is why there is such a high divorce rate. Considering that warped and tainted ideology of love is no longer synonymous with acceptance, infatuation, empathy, appreciation and admiration. Socrates once said, "The unexamined life is not worth living." Yet many wonder why they are so unhappy. Why they are never content. Perhaps it is because of 'civilized norms' or 'social standards' that tend to leave one inevitably disappointed and dwelling on what they do not have rather than being grateful for what they have already attained. This ideology, which the consumer industry exploits, greatly influenced this novel along with a handful of experiences in regards to religion, the socioeconomic class division, spirituality, political corruption, and metaphysics. There was a time when the evolution of consciousness was at a standstill due to the intentional repression from the higher echelon although they failed to acknowledge that that which you fight you strengthen. Now we are experiencing a flux in evolution. A shift in consciousness. The masses are beginning to awaken to the fact that reality is clay and they are indeed the potters, manifesting their intentions on a daily bases. That being said, "Life will give you whatever experience is most helpful for the evolution of your consciousness" -Eckhart Tolle. For those that come across this novel, this may very well be your next step towards knowledge, wisdom and understanding (aka enlightenment).

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PROLOGUE

1984

It was 1984, and Sue George and Megan White had just wasted countless hours arguing about, rather than discussing, whose facial features their hypothetical child would have. A typical conversation between the two would begin by one or the other consciously touching base on a topic they considered taboo. This would then lead to the two unconsciously instigating each other’s insight, which would then lead to the two subconsciously suggesting whose perception was better. This would then turn into a friendly and playful battle that, 80 percent of the time, would end in tension and hostility rather than leave the two breathless from a magical feeling lost in translation that would end in a genuine display of affection that also left their endorphins running. This, unfortunately, would only happen 20 percent of the time.

Nobody could argue that these two individuals had many perspectives that clashed, but one would have to ask if the argument over what physical stats their imaginary child would have was merely a form of fishing for flattery. When the silliness was set aside, they genuinely embraced the idea of bearing a child of their own, yet they both agreed that now was not the time. Even the fact that these two were fresh high school graduates didn’t interfere with their pediatric fantasy. No, it was the status of the United States that stood in between the twosome’s hopes for parenthood.

The almighty US had spent a decade infiltrating continent after continent for the purpose of establishing a strong democracy by overthrowing the leader the foreign country had in command and replacing him with one they felt was supreme. To give the impression that a nation was not coerced, the US would encourage the country to hold an election rather than select a particular politician. However, news of America’s influence in a rigged election or the hidden agenda behind selecting a certain individual to run office would eventually leak out. It was pretty difficult for the president and the upper echelon who commanded him to be discrete when their companies’ stock averages rose over the thousandth percentile weeks shortly after an invasion. It became blatantly obvious that America’s top politicians were working for the elite’s private interest rather than its people’s.

That being said, the United States had attained omnipotent status and had become the self-proclaimed World Police. Team America had stationed over a thousand military base camps throughout the world, costing over a hundred billion dollars to maintain, yet the home of the brave would not allow a single country to set up camp on its own turf, deeming itself omnipresent. The US was so focused on foreign affairs that it had ignored the basic necessities back home. America had cut funds for educational programs, social security pension, and natural disaster relief, all for the benefit of what America had coined as conflicts and for homeland security. This resulted in the US spending a budget deficit-topping 1.4 trillion dollars, leaving the United States in a recession. And this was all after a series of insurgent attacks that a minority of politically conscious Americans considered to be orchestrated by the very government that claimed to be protecting its citizens due to mountains of undeniable evidence.

A bill named the American act had been passed in relation to the attacks. It allowed the United States government to wire tap any communicational device, access the IP address of any computer’s internet provider to track which websites its insurgents stumbled upon, and even inform government agents what books the citizens in the land of the free chose to rent. In effect, America had achieved national omniscience. If the three main traits defining God are omniscience, omnipotence, and omnipresence, then America, the nation under God, had finally lived up to its name.

So what’ll you say, baby? Will you marry me? Sue spontaneously proposed on a glorious, sunny summer day. He had previously planned his approach involving the controversial conversation of conceiving a kid to engage her on the idea of marriage. The hidden intentions obviously failed. Instead, it left both of them hotheaded, yet he still followed through with the act. You could consider it blind faith, but either way, he had already been jaded by speaking on such a subject.

He knew very well where she stood when it came to the topic of marriage. She wasn’t a fan. Maybe it was because she only ever witnessed her father give her mother any affection when they were on holidays or when he had more than enough to drink. She firmly believed that marriage was a trite, overrated tradition, that the only reason marriage was kept alive was to preserve the puritanical values on which America was founded.

Sue disagreed. He was conditioned to believe Holy Matrimony was the foundation of a long-lasting relationship. He never sensed any real romance in his parents’ relationship, but he did see commitment, which was his definition of love. Sue, anticipating her response on one knee, noticed a tear pour out of her cerulean blue eye and trickle down her cheek, only to drip off her chin onto the sweaty black velvet box in the palm of his right hand.

After a brief moment of silence, she answered back with a, No . . . She was now drenched in tears. Once he heard her response, he clenched his jaw and shook his head ferociously as his eyebrows arched downward, nearly touching his nose. He slammed the velvet box onto the concrete, separating the two moist ends from their hinges, liberating the fourteen-karat gold ring. The ring bounced off the cement and rotated endlessly, glimmering with each spin, finally coming to rest no more than an inch away from the intended bride’s glossy toenails.

He paced back and forth, debating what words to say and in which tone he should deliver them when he was abruptly stopped by a

"Sue...

...I’m...

Pregnant..."

CHAPTER 1

The Pill

It was as if I was suspended in midair, yet I was not comprised of matter. I was capable of seeing three hundred and sixty degrees in every direction, yet there was nothing to be seen. I could not feel, yet I could sense.

You have one choice between two options, said a monotone electronic voice. It sounded as though it was neither male nor female, and I heard it from every direction.

You can either choose the route of righteousness, the voice said, as I was flooded with enlightening visuals of hands clasped, sunsets, and crystals. I was serenaded by sounds of Gregorian chants, birds chirping, and melodic pianos as the sweet scent of lilacs and the aroma of rain and freshly cut grass embodying good overwhelmed me with positive vibrations. Or you can choose the path of pleasures.

Then, I was bombarded with provocative visuals dealing with sex, violence, and destruction. I heard seductive sounds of moaning, explosions, and rock & roll, as I smelled the odors of gasoline, cigarettes, and alcohol. I experienced all this within a moment.

Whichever you choose will attract you to the opposing option. The blue pill represents the route of righteousness (good), while the red pill represents the path of pleasures (evil). If you do not choose within the five-second time span, an option will be chosen for you. You now have five seconds to choose.

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Very well. The path of pleasures (evil) has been chosen for you and will be ingrained in your subconscious, although the route of righteousness will attract you. The purpose of this battle between these two dimensions is to learn if duality is best for the sake of evolution. You will not be consciously aware of the decision that has been chosen for you once you are physically manifested. Welcome to Planet Earth.

CHAPTER 2

A Black Sheep Boy Named Sue

I came into this world on January 14, 1984 by the grace of God. I was raised ignorantly assuming my mother and father had wed years prior to my birth. Years later, I discovered from outbursts of anger that I was born out of wedlock. This taboo haunted my father throughout my childhood, which indirectly affected me. If only we had not held on so dearly to society’s standards, then disappointment would not have been inevitable.

Curiosity was a trait with which I was programmed. I asked an endless number of questions, and the response, Because I said so, would leave me silent. Being myself led to a withdrawal of love, so that was carefully avoided. Expressing anger meant getting spanked, so I managed to bottle it up. Speaking my mind led to being sent to my room, so I censored myself. After years of conditioning, my parents produced a child tolerant to order and conformity: Sue George.

The name was given to me by the same obsolete, rigid man I called my father: Sue George. His intentions were to create a clone physically and mentally identical to himself. He failed, which led to abuse. I was forced to adapt. After a period of trial and error, I learned how to role-play with him. He played the ideal father, and I played the ideal son. All this ingenuity for two simple aspects of love—acceptance and appreciation—which neither my father nor I were capable of sharing with one another. The role-playing led to a morbid loss of identity. It was a painful coincidence considering that was also the same time I was being tormented for my name. It all started January 14, 1996 . . .

. . . happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Sue, happy birthday to you!

Yay! Blow out the candles! my mother said in a peppy mood. I vigorously blew them out. Open my present! she said, handing me the gift. It was rectangular shaped and a bit heavy. I predicted it was a book.

Science know-it-all manual. Thanks mom! I was right. It was a handbook on science experiments. At the time, I was an aspiring rocket scientist.

And this is from your father, she clarified.

Where is he? I asked, assuming I knew the answer.

He’s at work, honey, but go ahead and open it, she insisted.

I unenthusiastically unwrapped the present. A football? I said, staring at it, confused.

Well . . . um . . . maybe he wants you to try sports, honey.

Mom, I’m not an athlete.

You don’t know that. Just give it a try, she said optimistically.

I shook my head left to right as my eyes began to water. I’ll never be good enough for him, will I? I said, now flooded with tears.

Honey, don’t cry. You’re fine just the way you are, she said, wiping my tears with an empathetic frown.

My father arrived late that night only to interrupt my sleep. Hey, buddy. Did you like my present? he said in an insincerely nice tone with which I was all too familiar.

I pretended as though I were asleep to avoid confrontation. Sue! he aggressively shouted as he shook me violently.

I was practically immune to his malevolent mannerisms, yet I followed through with the conversation with kindness lacking sincerity, reflecting his ways. "Yes, Dad. I loved the present! I said, emphasizing and exaggerating the word loved."

Alrighty! Well, tryouts start next week. Tomorrow, we’ll toss that pigskin around to get you prepared he said, this time genuinely excited.

I gave him my trademark smile that I had mastered, which was, of course, fake. He left the room overjoyed. I