Search for Truth: A Rude Awakening

By BRYAN RADZIN

The "Search For Truth" series continues, with "A rude awakening". The politically synchronistic journey progresses, as Christina is poisoned, and then abducted from the hospital to become patient zero in a dehumanizing scheme to take over the world. A new government is erected in the heart of the old south, by releasing peoples' primal instincts through a new wonder drug. The Entities believe by releasing generational racism and hate on a massive scale, people will kill each other off so they don't have to. The loyal soldiers who remain, become perfect worker bees in Entity factories and fields. The hidden monster that has been brewing under the surface since Civil Rights, will destroy collective evolution if not for Jason, Christina and their band of conscious truth seekers.

• Language: English
• Publisher: UNRELENTING POSITIVITY
• Release date: Sep 13, 2017
• ISBN: 9780578194509

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Search for Truth: A Rude Awakening

SEARCH FOR TRUTH

A RUDE AWAKENING…

BRYAN RADZIN

SEARCH FOR TRUTH

A RUDE AWAKENING…

©2017 LULU, ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

ISBN# 978-0-578-19447-9

UNRELENTING POSITIVITY

AUTHOR: BRYAN RADZIN

COVER ART: SANDY FACTOR

I DEDICATE THIS TO ALL LOST SOULS WHO HAVE YET TO BE DISCOVERED. ONCE WE ADMIT WE’RE LOST, WE CAN BE FOUND. ONCE WE’RE FOUND, THE HEALING CAN BEGIN.

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

Thank you Mom for always being the light within my dark tunnel. You’ve always been there to support me, no matter how much self-sabotage I allow to take me over. I’ll leave lasting positive marks on the world, specifically because of your gentle pushing. Thank you Dad for always teaching me that if I want to achieve great things, all I have to do is put in the effort and hard work. You instilled in me that things might not always work out, but as long as I try, half the battle is already won.

Thank you Grandma Yona for not only a long lasting and deep connection to my culture, but for a joyous feeling everytime I ponder your cooking. Thank you for showing me that helping others brings light to our souls. Thank you Grandma Laurine, for proving that love comes in many forms; and that until we define all those forms, we won’t really know what love is. Thank you Grandpa Herman for having the courage and will to make it in an unknown country, specifically because you believed a better life was possible. I must find out more about Radzyn, Poland. Thank you Grandpa Mel for being the best grandpa a kid could’ve hoped for. I only hope that when I have kids and grandkids one day, that I can show them as much fun and love as you showed me.

Thank you Aunt Susie for never failing to make me laugh. The love and kindness you express on a regular basis, has shown me life is never as dark as it seems. Thank you Aunt Lisa for always supporting my writing, and for reminding me my career can go as far as I want it to. Thank you Uncle Eugene for proving that feelings and love can be authentic, no matter what language our soul decides to speak. Thank you for always caring enough to pick up the phone. Thank you Uncle Garry for proving that somebody can make their own way if they really want, and that balancing fun with work is imperative to not going insane.

Thank you cousing Hillary for the intellectually stimulating political conversations. We’re kindred spirits who need to share consciousness through our writing. The world will be a better place because of us. Thank you Aunt Jeanie for not only all the good recipes, but also the love and caring you’ve always shown me, and especially my mother. Without you, I wouldn’t have the amazing mom I have today. Thank you Aunt Ethel for proving that making Gefilte fish from scratch is night and day from what comes in a jar, but also for showing me that if I take care of myself and surround myself by people who love me, I can live a lot longer than if I tried to do everything alone.

Thank you Ryan for all the long lasting memories and great times we’ve shared, and for showing me a brotherly love that I hadn’t felt in a long time. You deserve all the happiness in the world, and especially that beautiful woman’s finger you put a ring on. Thank you Sean for all the great conversations that cut through the bullshit to humanity’s authenticity, but also for understanding what respecting your fellow human being actually means. You have been my brother for a long time, one day we will rule the world.

Thank you Melody for not only being my sister in creativity, but for being an amazing neighbor and friend. When your empire is ruling the world, all I ask is to take part. Thank you for proving beyond a shadow of a doubt that we really can do anything we put our minds to. Thank you Jen for being a great neighbor and friend, and for always showing me a laugh and smile when I’m feeling blue. It makes me elated beyond words to know that you found a partner who truly makes you smile.

Thank you Fletch for proving we can all make our lives better, if we keep our eyes open. Thank you also for showing that intellectual capacity, has nothing to do with how much money is in one’s bank account. Thank you Mackey for being my brother, and for being the ultimate example of how we can pull ourselves up by our bootstraps, as long as we locate our boots. Thank you Jana for always making me smile and melt a little when I see you. You’ve proven that as long as we’re honest with what we want, we can always achieve what we want. Plus, we control weight watchers, weight watchers doesn’t control us.

Thank you Tim for being my oldest friend and brother, key on the older, hahaha. You’ve always been somebody I’ve looked up to because you make things happen for you, and nobody else. May the amazing woman’s finger you’ve put a ring on, always treasure not only you, but your bullshit shredding skills as well. Thank you Laurie for being the sage I’ve needed when I’ve been lost, and for being the best friend I’ve ever had. I will come visit you more often, we have too much connection to re-establish, and too much writing to collaborate on.

Thank you Gary and Emily for not only taking an interest in my creative ventures, because you’ve fed your own, but also because you actually care. Thank you Cindy for helping to edit this book, and for taking the time to give my ideas a chance. This book will surely help people see the truth they’ve allowed to be fogged over, because of the time you put in. Thank you Jeff and Amber for allowing me to grace your wedding, and for being the greatest example of what I want in a loving relationship. Thank you for the love and caring you easily share on a constant basis.

Thank you Lisa for being the greatest boss in the world, and like one of the family. You have allowed me to grow and evolve because you’ve treated me how all people should be treated, with respect and without judgement, like what a friend would do. Thank you Justin for proving the right mix of laughter and good humor with intelligence and focus, will create a better world. Thank you Everett for always understanding what it means to be human, and proving we can all forge ahead when we’re honest with who we are. Thank you Casey for being the great little brother I never had, or for all the jokes that never fail to surprise me, or make me laugh.

Thank you Denise for not only balancing fun and work, but for being a constant bridge between people and cultures. Thank you Janice for being the best younger big sister I’ve ever had, one of these days ill get you to root for the red and gold. Thank you Kayleen for being my surrogate sister and for being the amazing human being you are, and proving we can have whatever life we want, we just have to put the work in.

Thank you Aaron for always letting me bend your ear about whatever happens to be going on, for always showing me respect and caring, and for seeing the needle amongst the field of haystacks. Thank you Sherri for the laughs and the stories that not only break up the monotony of my work day, but put a huge smile on my face. Thank you to the mailman at the hotel for stopping by to chat when you make your deliveries, you’ve shown me the importance of personal interaction in a time of increasing impersonality.

Thank you Randy for the great conversations about music, and about solving all the world’s problems. Right wing projection doesn’t stand a chance, when authentic human beings like you point it out. Thank you Rachel for the warm smiles and kind words. You deserve all the happiness in the world to fill you up, just like the good vibes you easily release to those you care about. Thank you Dria for always being somebody who cuts through bullshit because you have a brain in your head, and intense light in your soul.

Thank you to Northtown Coffee for being my refuge amongst the craziness of the world, as well as the unruliness in my head. You provide a space I can always count on to not only write and relax, but also a space with a warm vibe because of your patrons. I’ve certainly become a better writer, because you’ve allowed my mind to expand with all the thoughts of a consciously driven revolutionary who wants to help the world evolve.

Thank you to the Arcata Marsh for being my home away from home when I want to write, read or just listen to the birds. Thank you providing a space that allows me to listen to the earth, and just be. It’s your amazing beauty that has allowed me to clear my mind, so my full potential breathes its way out of my lungs, and out into the world.

Thank you to the pump stations, and other spots along the Mad River for also being an easy to get to refuge when I want to clear my mind, or just simply to be outside.No matter what the weather happens to be, your natural flow proves that the more I let my world become what it was always meant to be, the more my dreams will come true. When I become a writer who makes a living at my craft, it will surely be because of places which allowed me the spiritual space to be myself.

Thank you to the Maple Creek bridge river spot for always being a place I can go to get away, and for being a spot that makes me remember what natural beauty is possible when man doesn’t over-develop everything. Your country roads not to mention the river spot you provide, is something I’ll always treasure as not an escape, but as a destination.

Thank you to the world, and all the untapped potential that will be reached once the population relaxes enough to see how their ignorance of the other, has been the biggest self imposed roadblock to their personal evolution. I’m so grateful for this potential. Everytime I think the world couldn’t get any darker or corrupt, light smacks me upside the face because of the inherent goodness of people. All of our insecurities, all the fear of failure and competition floats away when we start taking care of each other not because of what we get, but because of how we love. If our life gets instantly better when we realize that we still have the ability to surprise ourselves, previously unknown or unrealized potential is what does the surprising. Thank you providing the tap, we just have to hammer it in. Thank you for giving us all the chance to find our hammer.

PROLOGUE

Is everybody losing it? Have you all gone completely nuts? passionately demanded the bearded, sign wielding protestor. Another microcosm he thought? People needed to protest, their souls needed validation that it was furthering collective evolution.

Past attempts of upsetting the status quo, have shown the extreme difficulty of sustaining the energy required. Monumental courage and stamina are needed to take a stand. Love and unity keep us standing, against what has been ingrained since the beginning of time.

People want to be heard, but they don’t want flack for the words they spew. Hungry souls march up and down the street all day long. They disguise their true identity, so they can feign responsibility if things get out of hand. It seems puppet masters aren’t the only ones who utilize plausible deniability on a regular basis.

As he turned to his fellow protestors, the bearded man’s face hued beet red around his sunglasses, and his anger rose to record levels. I’ve been out here before, just like the rest of you. This time I don’t want to stop until we usher in real change, not the token change the higher ups allow us to have. If we give our usual token response, it’ll play right into their hands.

Sounds like you’ve thought long and hard about this. If you’re down for the cause like you eloquently stated, why are you scared? Why don’t you let them know who you really are? You talk tough, but you’ll forget about all this tomorrow, and go back to watching cartoons, while eating cereal in your underwear, replied the lanky, beer bellied man who stood up to the bearded interlocutor.

The Big River Valley Hospital was no stranger to protests from anti-abortionists, to poor people being deprived of health care. The 85 year old moss and ivy covered building had seen it all.

Jason tried not to trip on the cracks in the sidewalk as he strolled up. He wasn’t expecting to be bombarded by a crowd protesting too much health care for the rich, not enough for the poor and higher costs for everybody. The protestors were arguing with each other, unable to focus their energy toward those who deserved it. They were on the one yard line, but couldn’t decide to run or pass.

I’ve seen disagreements within movements before, but this is ridiculous, Jason detailed to the crowd, not directed at anyone in-particular.

Excuse me, who the hell do you think you are, my dad? Are you trying to keep our movement from coming together? questioned the lanky paunch carrying dissident.

Maybe that’s why he raged out Jason thought. No matter how good or bad this protestor’s father might have been, or what childhood trauma he might have endured, Jason realized this protestor needed plain language. Besides, Jason was there to visit Christina who had been held overnight for observation.

Coming together, shit, Jason returned with a sneer which said don’t con me. If you’re coming together, how come you’re squabbling? Your energy should be directed toward the message on your faithfully designed sign, like make the rich pay more so we all pay less. Or that guy’s sign over there, you’d think a government wants a healthy population, but…."

What’s your point man? the bearded man ridiculed. He heard rants like this before, but somehow this felt different. This man off the street might have a point. Isn’t telling somebody what to do, what to say and how to say it basically what we’re protesting against? Why would we listen to somebody who hasn’t been out here day after day?

I’m here to visit my girlfriend who was poisoned. She collapsed the other day after drinking some tap water, Jason fearfully belted without a second thought.

I’m sorry about that, but again, what's your point? the lanky man anxiously queried. The three dozen protestors gathered outside the hospital grew virulently impatient, because coming together, meant coming together no matter what. They needed to put aside petty differences, and drill down to what was actually important.

Seeing my girlfriend cognizant one minute then carted off the next, made me realize what’s really important, and where I want to put my energy.

Are you going to tell us where that is? Are you going to pull us further away from why we’re out here? yelled a voice from the back of the crowd. Jason thought the shreik sounded familiar, but couldn’t locate its source.

Hold on, don’t get your panties in a bunch. Listen, the people who really control things, the ones all your signs are directed toward, want us to fight each other. We need to redirect our anger toward them. They know you’re out here, but won’t come down hard in public because of the constitution.

You think they care about the constitution? the same voice chuckled from the back of the crowd.

Whether they actually care or not, they want to give the impression that they do. They’ll let you talk, but if they suspect you have a sustained presence that draws a following, they’ll make an example. Maybe not right away, but they will. They do it in stages, they promote infighting. They want us to fight each other, so we won’t unite and fight back against them. How do I know you aren’t a plant? Jason haraunged toward the mystery man who was yet to reveal himself. Are you a spy?

No, are you? We were having a peaceful protest, before you came up and tried to telling us our business. Who do you think you are?

Look man I’m not here to tell you your business, I have to go in and see Christina, Jason explained, his eyes rabidly panning the crowd. All I’m saying is I want to affect positive change just like all of you. I feel passion from the bottom of my soul just like all of you. The more we fight each other, the less time we spend fighting them.

As the crowd focused their collective gaze on Jason, they became less explosive, and more introspective. Who does this guy think he is, telling us what to do? He’s probably one of them. Maybe we should take him down, the same voice bellowed from cheap seats. Jason barely heard a peep as he strolled through the double doors into the hospital.

The hypnotic buzz of fluorescent lights startled Jason as he sauntered up to the nurse’s station. He was still in a daze from the interaction he just endured.

Can I help you sir? queried the overworked and underpaid nurse. She immediately rolled her eyes, and flipped her freshly permed hair at Jason as if to say, here’s another one.

I’m here to see Christina Sherman, Jason quickly stated. He was undeterred by the surly nurse, who needed to blow off steam she wasn’t able to the night before. She was brought in yesterday.

Ok, let me look here. Are you friend or family?

Well we aren’t married, but we’ve been together so long we might as well be, Jason deduced. He winked at the nurse, hoping to garner a little sympathy.

You better put a ring on that finger before she gets away, bantered the nurse. Her black, shoulder length hair whipped around as she spun in her chair so her computer screen was front and center. To the outside observer, this nurse was rude to everybody. Was it the dark circles under her eyes? Was it the way her overweight, but well-proportioned body sat in a chair while she waited for something exciting to happen?

You know I’ve been thinking about a ring. Maybe one of these days, I just have to wait for the right moment.

I found her, the nurse replied as a small but very noticable smile appeared on her face. Room 1254b, go to the end of that hallway and make a right, then a left. About half way down you’ll see the writing I mean the room number on the wall. Do me a favor, tell her you love her. Make sure she knows it, and feels it from you every day. Lastly, make sure you always pay attention to the writing on the wall. It will save your ass.

I’m continuing my understanding of that concept, Jason expressed. He winked at the nurse before scurrying down the hall toward his love.

When Jason arrived at the nurse’s station near Christina’s room, the doctors didn’t divulge much. After some relentless pleading and complaining, the doctors capitulated. They detailed how Christina most likely had a reaction to the tap water she drank, which could be mitigated with antibiotics. She was awake and alert, but needed calming vibes. Witnessing the love of his life suddenly collapse was the scariest thing Jason ever experienced, but he had to trust the doctors.

Considering Marty’s phoned warning and Christina's expression before she fell unconscious, to say Jason was on edge was a major understatement. He had a sneaking suspicion Christina’s Mother of the Year, did the poisoning.

The irony wasn’t lost on Jason as he pulled the handle on room 1254b, and strolled in with all the optimism Christina required.

You must be Jason, observed the congenial nurse, whose spectacles could have been worn by his grandma. Who wouldn’t like to be taken care of by somebody, who’d probably bake them an apple pie? You brought Mrs. Sherman in.

I did, and it isn’t Mrs. Sherman, yet. You’re the second person in five minutes to make that assumption. I should give it some serious thought, Jason joked. The mutual laughter he and Christina’s nurse shared lifted their spirits, which could lift the spirit of the entire worlds’ if given the chance. How is she doing?

Her body is taking to the medicine. We still don’t know why she had the reaction, but we’re testing samples in the lab, and should have results in an hour. Her system went through a major shock, so we gave her something to help her sleep.

Sweet, I’ll just hang until the results come in, Jason replied worried, but hopeful. He was usually skeptical, and sometimes cynical toward anybody who said everything would be okay. After everything with the Entities, Christina’s mom, Ridell, Marty and Jay, Jason wasn’t sure what to believe, or who to trust. He then remembered the most powerful weapon he possessed was his mind. The more control he held by not letting his thoughts run wild, the better for Christina’s recovery. I couldn’t imagine leaving her side, especially now.

The nurse wasn’t in shock because of what Jason said, so much as wanting the same thing in