HELLP

A plea to whoever has the displeasure of reading these words. May I first apologize for having thrown a great burden upon your shoulders, but I... we, are in need of help. We are desperate for it. I don’t know how long or how many times I can contact you so please pay close attention to my message. You see, it all started when.. *~^<~

If you’re reading this you obviously need help. Well, today is a blessed day because you have found the only help you will ever need; forever! This book serves as an introduction to a cure-all way of thinking. Say goodbye to depression, anxiety, loneliness, insecurity, existential dread, fear, anger, addiction, and anything else that is preventing you from reaching your true potential. Sounds too good to be true right? Well, ~>{*~

I... wait....

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I’m sorry. This method is still new to me and even more strange and unknown. Hopefully, once I have reached the elder, they will help me communicate to you without interruption. So, please keep reading. Our lives depend on you. I will try to hold on for as long as..-+>*~

“Cult”, An ugly four-letter word used to mock and delegitimize opposing thought. Look at those great powers that denounce and oppress us. Observe the world to which they have wrought; war, famine, disease, suffering, and destruction. A polluted and sick planet with a morally/spiritually bankrupt society on the brink of collapse. Yet, they insist that their way is best. We are not a cult. We are not a religion or a scientific association. We are not a political organization or some mysterious cabal of elites. We are a new way of thinking; a brand-new understanding of our reality. They know our numbers grow faster by the day. Their time is coming to an end. We are... ~.. eternal... ~^_+*~

The elder has told me that she will communicate to you through me. More and more I find myself caught in the middle of this. Why does it have to be me?

The elder sits cross legged on a large satin pillow in front of me with incense burning on either side of her. She is a small elderly Punjabi woman with a kind wrinkly face and a shortened ring finger on her right hand as if the top segment had been cut off. Three monks in silver cloaks made a circle of black ink around me as one sat to my left, one to my right, and another one behind me. They all began to meditate.

“We must focus and wait for the correct time.”, the Elder signed to me.

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I understand why you might feel hesitant or even scared of diving deeper. After all, you’ve been lied to so much. So many false prophets and deceitful propagators have come into your life to sell you bad deals. Well, if you don’t believe me maybe you will take to heart a real testimonial from one our most famous and devout followers, his holiness the...P..~/<}**…

The elder begins to slowly sign to me knowing well that I am still a novice when it comes to American sign language. The way her hands gracefully dance with such fine particular movements. It was like watching a magnificent ballet every time she talked.

“Long ago, at the birth of language and writing, our ancestors discovered an amazing ability. They learned that the power of words was a connection to the universe and life itself. For countless ages they practiced and honed their craft, eventually building the great hidden, Sahu da Madara, or Temple of Oath. There they lived peacefully in secret and at one with nature. For centuries till this day wanderers who possess the unique connection to language and the universe have traveled here for deeper understanding of themselves and everything outside of themselves. All was peaceful and all was as it should be, until”/`><*~

In our next chapter we will tell the incredible tale of our great leader and one true messiah and how he came to be. But first since you did an amazing job at completing this introductory chapter, we have decided to end it with an exclusive passage from our secret holy text. ~^+#*

“Child, I cannot not keep this up much longer. This is not my story to tell. You must be the one to do it. You have to start it at the beginning. Only then will they be able to help us. At least in my heart that is what I... hope.” Her hands drop as she faints. I go to her and holding her in my arms, I call for water and fans. I am scared. I do not know if I can do what is asked of me. All I ask is that you please keep re../}<<~..

“The goat prances along the sheer walls of the mountain side. It jumps with no hesitation and lands with sure footing. It comes upon a chasm wider than any it has crossed before. The other side is a plateau of lush grass with exotic herbs and sweet flowers. It leaps.”