Fear Nothing Foundation — The Buzzing

We see their little shadows painting the floor. FEAR NOTHING. FEAR NOTHING.

We read the little one’s smartphone exit statement:

“Mom and Dad, don’t be sad 🙂 We are not our bodies. We are made of stars. We can be more than stars. We can eat light. Going on a journey, now. Don’t cry. THE GREAT MESSAGE is coming. I love you!!!”

How did the shadows get trapped there? Where did the little ones go? Initiate investigation protocol.

Scanning printed text… “WHAT IS THE GREAT MESSAGE? You are not your body. You are not your fear. They put those weights on you. They keep you weighted, sedated, and confused. Isn’t it time to let go? Isn’t it time to soar?”

Intercepting voice recording… “Hello and welcome. You’ve reached the Fear Nothing Foundation. Free your potential. See what lies trapped under your fear.”

The commercials are so bright. The message is so positive. To cut away all fear. The teenagers came in. They did not come out. Fear is human. They cut away all the human bits.

It begins with team meetings. With movie nights. Board games. Laughter. It begins with the loss of contact — no Internet, no phone, no outside communion. It continues with routine. Everything exact. Everything as instructed. No individual variance. No individual thought. It continues with gentle shaming. Programming complete.

In meditative yoga, they visualise leaving their bodies and travelling among the stars, the peace of the vacuum and a closed eye at the centre of the universe. Just before the Great Message, that eye opened. They cut away every fear, every weak part of their emotional anatomy. Soon, their human skin feels itchy and heavy. They long for something vague, but it is coming into focus.

And what about the 3rd floor, sweetling? The young ones traded rumours about what goes on there. You only get there when called. You only go there when you become a disruption. Every child that goes up to the 3rd floor comes back smiling like broken glass.

And what of Sachiko? She never returned from the 3rd floor. She is still up there. She likes to play hide and seek. If you wan tto survive the day, you’ll play the game, sweetling.

Everyone ascended to the top floor. But not everyone wanted to drink from the cup. We can read the writing on the final note: “The earth is a garden. The time is ripe. The eaters are coming. It is time to go.”
How did the shadows become affixed to the floor? Where did the little ones go? SPOILER: you just have to look up.