I drift on the threshold of a dream but the rumble of a passing chemical tanker shakes the room and I am pulled kicking and screaming back to waking consciousness. I lay in the semidarkness, the orange glow of the fracking flares send hellish shadows dancing across the ceiling. I reach for the bottle at my bedside and swig deeply, flushing the greasy aftertaste of airbourne pollution from my over-dry mouth.
My sinuses throb and I blow my nose in vain, trying to clear my airways. The tangy metallic taste of blood trickles down my throat again, over-thinned blood vessels rupturing once more.
“I can’t go on like this…” I repeat my mantra for the thousandth time.
The loud tick of the wind up clock eventually lulls me into a fitful sleep….
My sores and rashes are gone. I breathe deeply, filling my lungs with clean fresh air for the first time in too many years than I care to remember.
I look around in confusion… I am standing by the chain-link fence surrounding the waste sludge retention pond. Suddenly I am bathed in a flickering glow of three separate drilling flares towering around me like giant rusting dragons spouting flames into the heavens. Yet I feel no heat and the normally acrid air smells impossibly sweet…
My attention is immediately drawn to a loud GLOOP followed by another as large bubbles broke the glossy surface of the hellish pond. Without realising it, I am standing at the edge of the rank waters, among the small dead animals that ring the pond, their dried husk carcasses untouched even by the flies stare up at me with voiceless accusation in their hollow eye sockets.
The bubbles grew and a figure rose from the glossy broth. A head…shoulders…dark liquid dripped from voluptuous breasts as the figure rose to stand on the surface.
Two simple words whispered into my mind,
I was transfixed, mouth agape in awe as the oily figure glided slowly towards me.
“Heal me…” it repeated.
A dripping arm was raised, fingers spread, palm outwards.
I nod instinctively as the hand touches my bare chest. Electric fire sweeps into me, driving tendrils and roots of thorny energy into every fibre of my being. My head tilts to the heavens and a roar of pain and ecstasy pours out my mouth….
I wake up and gasp in pain as my entire body is enveloped in a pulsating sensation of pins and needles. I manage to grab my specs and stumble into the bathroom, the room spinning horrendously. Then it stops.
I grip the cool edge of the ceramic basin, panting, sweat dripping from my nose and chin. Then the coughing started… deep wracking spasms…I bark like a sick dog till an awful taste begins to burn the back of my throat. I spit into the basin…a small red lump with black stringy tendrils sliding slowly towards the plug hole.
I swipe my bare arm across my bloody mouth and my glasses fall from the bridge of my nose. The world becomes instantly sharp and clear…it dawned on me…I no longer needed my thick spectacles. I drew a deep breath, and for the first time in an age there was no tight pain. Instinctively I pulled a length of toilet paper and began to blow my nose. I felt immediate relief as a stream of dark mucus was ejected onto the scrunched up paper.
What the hell is happening to me?
As I stand up straight, joints that had been crippling me for months began to feel smooth and fluid and I moved slowly into the bedroom. Suddenly I catch a glimpse of myself in the wardrobe mirror. I stop dead in my tracks as I see the large green handprint in the centre of my chest.
Memory flooded back into me…
The Goddess in the pond…
The Oily Angel…
Neurons fired…Connections fused and grew organically… as my body healed itself.
Now…I must repay my debt….then I passed out.
I wake up but don’t return to waking consciousness. I remain on the floor with my eyes lightly closed. It felt like I was sinking into the floor as colours blossom in my mind’s eye. The bright blooms dissolve into fantastic fractal fireworks. I lay there and just let it happen.
Suddenly, without sensing movement I am standing among long grasses, surrounded by a majestic ring of lofty standing stones. Through the soles of my ethereal feet I feel a slight tremor, little more than a vibration, but it was growing rapidly.
Day turns instantly to night as the sun wheels in the sky and the moon rises…
Small vortices of pale blue light dance on the lichen covered monoliths surrounding me. The darkening sky above roils as pendulous clouds scud in on growing winds. A deep rumble crashes and moments later lightning forks down lancing the earth before me.
I stand firm, unaffected by the growing storm.
The thrumming below my feet ceases as the long grass parts and the earth rises in a rich loamy lump. A single round stone, about the size of my head, ejects itself from the earth to land on the grass at my feet.
“You are Whole…” the voice fills the air as the dark stone begins to glow a deep fiery red. “Son of the Stars, for too long your have brethren pierced my skin and burrow deep. Poisons have replaced purity. My being has been violated and I need you to put an end to this, lest I take too firm an action that would harm too many of the Creator’s spark carriers. I now empower you to deliver my wrath to the base creatures that fail or choose to heed all warnings.”
The ball at my feet pulsed. “Step forth and receive Earth.”
I lift the bright ball effortlessly and in moments it burst with a blinding flash, covering me in with a filament thin coating of stone. A deep slow pulse now swirled in the centre of my being and instantly I feel, no I know, this is the energy of the planet earth.
Suddenly a great gust of wind lifts me from the grass, sweeping me skywards tumbling head over heels towering clouds.
It took a few moments to realise that I could control my movement with a thought. I bob and weave between the clouds, exhilaration electrifying me to higher levels despite I had endured. A force stops me in mid-flight. The wall surrounding me spun tornado fast, a stroboscopic image forming on the moving wall.
A face of sorts.
The roar of a storm boomed, “Step forth and receive Air.” Tendrils of vapours snaked and warped, twisted and twined into a milky ball hanging before the swirling wall. I do not need to step, mind you, a thought is enough to move and I reach for the ball of Air, but my astral hands pass through it, dissolving and reforming instantly.
I sense amusement.
Then it dawned on me. Air… I push my face into the ball and took a deep breath. Freezing cold energy filled my chest, ran down my spine, up into the base of my skull then down across my shoulders and burst into my fingertips with an iceburn buzz.
Down, down, down I plunge, plummeting like a stone. I should be afraid…but I am not. I go with the flow and instead of landing gently on the ground below I penetrate it.
I pass through the earth, the rock, deep waters, down, down, down. I am in darkness, absolute pitch. But not hemmed in. No…I am in a cave and for the first time I feel something…heat! I could feel the weight of rocks above me, miles thick. I could feel the heat below me, very close.
“Step forth and receive Fire.”
I place my hand upon the rugged floor below me.
Raw power, raging and fierce! Wow…I snatch my hand back instinctively.
Glowing cracks light the darkness as stone grinds on stone. Chunks of floor sink and vanish into the molten brightness.
I hang suspended in a vast subterranean cathedral, the hot crimson carpet below my feet. The swirling surface begins to bubble and boil, flecks of light pass painlessly through my feet. A pair of ridges rose from the lava, then a slope of stepped scales as a humungous head rises on a long serpentine neck. Below the ridges a pair of black diamond eyes open and pierced me with a sharp gaze.
“Ahhh, She has sent you…” hissed the Dragon telepathically, its long forked tongue lashing out whip fast, cracking the air before me, “for cleansing…”
I barely had time to think before the beast drew a deep breath and exhaled a jet of roaring, luminous flame through me.
I raise my arms, standing cruciform, the fire blasting my soul raw. I feel my thoughts strip away and nothing exists for me but the flame.
Time stretches and I become a single point of energy, yet simultaneously I become everywhere and everything. In moments I am the earth. I feel the magnetic pull of the moon and the ebb and flow of the seas. I feel the myriad stab of many needle pricks, the surge of diabolical poisons and it hurts.
The flame stops and I fizzle back into semi-consciousness.
“You are ready…” hisses the Dragon as it turns and slinks slowly into the magma.
I plunge into the lava and roar with the dragon swimming in the molten tide. Together we soar inwards towards the very core of the world. Wild exhilaration sweeps through me and I climb between fiery wings and ride the beast to the brilliance of the rotating crystal core. I fly twice round the core and we slingshot outwards at a wild tangent, rocketing at tremendous speed. I sense a thickening of the mantle around me and I give a push off from the dragon as it veers back inwards in a radiant arc and I am propelled with even greater energy.
Massive vibrations accompany my passing, and suddenly I am ejected, spat into an azure sky, boiling dust, ash and crackling lightning are my companions as the volcano below me erupts spectacularly. I carry on skyward, the remote island below dwindles to a green spot in a vast sea.
“Come…” I hear the command of the Goddess.
Automatically I sweep back in an arc and plunge into the deep blue sea. I feel. I can really feel the pain amplified through the water. I can taste the taint of pollutants and poisons. On a molecular level I feel the stabbing of radioactivity, all around me the creatures of the oceans know it.
They are suffering and we caused it.
“You have the Earth, the Air, the Fire and the Water – You now know me.”
And now I know what to do.
I waken up once more. This time I am not groggy.
The dim light in the bedroom is claustrophobic and as I rise easily to my feet I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror.
I am hypnotised by my reflection. I step close to the mirror door of the wardrobe.
My skin is now a bright luminous green. My heart is visible in my chest, glowing bright red and with each beat I can see my hot blood circulating throughout my body. I don’t have a single hair on my head…haha I am as bald as a coot.
The room vibrates, the image of a massive tanker pops into my mind’s eye. I turn and leave the bedroom, and sprint down the hall and almost rip the front door from it’s hinges. I don’t stop running till I am standing in the middle of the road. I stand with arms spread wide as the roar of the air horn and the screech of burning rubber tells me that the driver has spotted me.
The tanker skids to a halt and the driver and his security guard escort jump down onto the dusty road.
“What the…?” The burley driver exclaims at the sight of me.
“Its not Halloween, freak! Get off the fucking road!” spits the security guard an extending truncheon slipping into his gloved grip.
I look from one to the other, the driver looks wary, and the security guard just mean and stupid.
“Turn your tanker back. You do not need to take it to the drill site today.” I say radiating calm.
“Screw you, Green man!” The butt of the stick slams into the pit of my stomach and I whoosh out an unwanted breath.
His gloved fist smashed into my nose and top lip, bursting it in a blossom of pain. My head flies back and small fountain of blood spills on the dust. I fall to my knees and watch my blood spatter the ground below me. Instantly small green tendrils sprout from the blood, thickening and growing.
I push myself to stand among a small patch of green in the dusty expanse of the road. The plants sweep up my legs and enmesh me with a fine crisscross of life. I touch the pair standing agape at my transformation. Sprouts of green spread over them, tightening, incapacitating. I did not need to hurt them. I begin to walk down the road, dark tyre treads and suspicious spill stains colour the dust a rusty yellow.
The land around me is dying… No birds sing, no insects chirrup.
Each step is a real chore as the chemicals burn into the bare soles of my green feet. Yet I press on till I crest the ridge and I stop surveying the wide valley below. The entire valley is stippled with a dozen wells all ringed by a security fence. The rotten egg smell of hydrogen Sulphide and God knows what other lethal concoction of chemicals wafts up on the warm breeze.
From this vantage point I can see a small band of ragtag protestors – dedicated and persistent. They have been protesting this site since the earth movers had levelled the land and prepared for the drilling.
These brave souls were, until yesterday, like myself. They suffered the same terrible symptoms, sacrificing their own dear health to bring fracking to the attention of the “Sleeping” masses, who relied upon our government controlled media for all their information and “Truths.”
I stumble down the slope towards the main gate. I am getting dizzy now, as my heightened senses are now being constantly bombarded by the sounds and energy radiating from the site. The ground was shaking from the pounding of heavy machinery and the very air shimmering with electromagnetic pulsing from the huge pumps and motors. Invisible pollutants rose into the stale air, a black miasma swirling in noxious columns, staining the clouds. It is little wonder the land is ill.
I approach the group and pass silently between them, ignoring the stares and wide eyed looks of fear. One or two, perhaps, pull phones from their pockets and click the video buttons, recording my visit.
DANGER ELECTRIFIED FENCE signs hang on a razor wire topped chain metal, a pictogram showing a wee man lying on the floor with a big black zigzag hitting his body making it obvious to any who did not understand the words.
I am trying ever so hard to block out the surging feelings of sickness, this is really hard…I feel…I feel the pain in the earth…
A single tear rolls down my green cheek and lands in the dust between my feet. A single daisy sprouts from the stained dust, then another.
My attention is snatched from this tiny miracle by two large SUV’s rolling to a screeching halt on the other side of the fence. Four large men got out and stood in full riot gear. I looked at them and they looked at me. I could feel their hate and a tinge of fear. I did manage a small smile as I reached out and placed the palms of my hands on the steelwork.
Instantly I am shocked, the muscles in my hands involuntarily gripping the chain. Muscles spasm to what feels like breaking point. But I feel no pain. I push the energy down into the pit of my tightened stomach and let it GROW!
Seconds seem like hours and I barely hear the scream of one of the protestors as smoke rises from my shoulder and head. I don’t hear a thing but the harmonious song of the earth’s core.
Then I unleash it.
In one huge force of will I send an electromagnetic pulse outwards in a bubble that sweeps invisibly through the valley. Instantly every piece of electrical equipment is fried and slowly all the machinery grinds to a grumbling halt.
Complete and utter silence.
I pull my charred hands from the metal, leaving a bloody coating of crackling skin.
Still no pain. I sway on uncertain legs.
The security are now being joined by many filthy men in oily coveralls.
I point at the group.
I point at the nearest drill tower and suddenly creeping vines snake up the structure. In a moment it resembles a massive green Christmas tree.
Instantly I am tired and ravenously hungry…it is a hunger unlike any I have ever felt! I know that I need nourishment and rest. So without another word I turn and head home.
I don’t remember walking back up the hill to my home. I don’t remember eating the entire contents of the fridge or drinking about FIVE litres of bottled water. But I did. Then I switched on the television and fell asleep to the news channel on their fifteen minute repeat cycle of lies and propaganda.
I have no idea how long I slept, but when I awoke it was dark and the house was being shaken by something. I think it might be a helicopter…or something.
I have a strange feeling of destiny, a heavy leaden weight of stone in the bottom of my gut.
I am distracted for a moment by a glimpse of the news channel… The tickertape news headline catches my eye. “Dozens killed by terrorist strike at Fracking site.”
The grim faced news reader is telling the people terrorists have struck in the heart of rural England. I recognise the view on the screen as my own county. But the images shown are unbelievable –Dozens of fires raging uncontrollably, metal twisted and torn in jagged fingers of steel. Bodies litter the ground in tatters.
I sit up on the end of my bed as the reporter announces that the terrorist cell is surrounded in a house… My house.
The roar above once again. Bright light floods the room from batteries of spotlights.
I cannot believe what my government has done.
All of those innocent people…slaughtered…
A deep sorrow floods me and I get a surge of energy rising up my spine and into the base of my skull.
“My Goddess.” I reply, “I am sorry…I tried…” – more tears.
“IT IS NOT OVER.”
I feel her energy swirling through me and I float on the feeling.
Somewhere in the distance of my perception I hear the front door being battered in and see two small round canisters roll down the hall…
I feel warmth of arms around me in a hug.
Twin explosions of bright light and horrendous sound shake the room, shattering glass…but I feel nothing.
I sit there and smile as three armoured men burst into the room, red lances of laser sights cover every angle in the room.
The first bullet enters my chest and explodes from my back… a second enters under my chin and takes the top of my head clean off…
Death is not the end. I know now, that I am home in my natural state. I am linked to all things and all times. My connection to the Earth and the Goddess is pure and strong now. The gifts of Earth, Fire, Water and Air have linked me to her.
Instantly after my untimely demise I am floating amidst the carnage. The shattered husk that was my body is still sprawled on the bed. The armed men still go through the house, room by room, as if this was a den of terrorists.
I can see now with all my senses. The men appear to me as columns of living flame, swirling with radiant colourful auras shot through with many colours.
This death is my destiny, my reason for choosing this life and now I must finish things.
I reach out mentally, sensing the gathered media storm outside my house. I can hear them all and know the lies that they are perpetuating on behalf of the rotten establishment that keeps mankind under their boot heels.
In an instant I perceive the world as an entirety, I am part of the Whole and I am simultaneously one with her. I feel like a satellite in orbit above the country and I turn my attention to the south…to London.
I plunge straight through the small lead lined window into the debating chamber of the House of Commons. There is standing room only inside. A secret debate is being held between the Tory, Labour and Liberal Democrats. Last year the Scots, Welsh and Irish were shunned from these hallowed halls because the Scottish National Party had won a landslide election in Scotland and held the balance of power. They instantly did a deal that they would withdraw from the UK parliament and be part of the UK in name only, but were fully autonomous.
I hover between the hanging globe lighting and listen as they plan and scheme together as one single party. The pretence of opposition is dropped by the Labour party here as the TV cameras are barred from this debate.
I listen as one single Tory MP raises concerns about Fracking and the harm it could pose her constituents…only to be jeered into submission.
Then I notice the shadows…
They are alive and fluid. They slither between the men, black serpents of negativity.
I see the Prime Minister laughing at his back bencher and hear him as if from afar… “My Dear, Fracking is SUPPOSED to harm them!”
I had read about evil in the upper echelons of society, and although I was interested in it, I had always supposed chaps like David Icke were just bampots and lunatics seeking attention…how wrong could I be!
I lowered myself to rest upon the Speaker’s table.
Every one of the MP’s were cloaked in writhing shadows, darker than sin.
I felt a building righteous rage with every word that darkened the room. Tighter and tighter my anger coiled till I sent out a burst of energy straight up into the sky, dimming the lighting momentarily as it swept into the gathering thunderheads. I followed it like an angry arrow.
With the speed of thought I brewed a storm unlike any witnessed since the time of the great deluge. High in the upper atmosphere I caused a mighty depression of pressure, but I kept it under control.
I spread my consciousness out to all the corners of the earth and drew in the power of the winds. Simultaneously, all over England, fantastic fingers of cloud spun in localised tornados. Lightning danced and cracked continuously as I directed the vortexes to the Fracking sites all over the land.
Every single toxic waste pond was sucked up into the high atmosphere, and contained in a single noxious sphere of death.
I plunged downwards once more passing straight into the Chamber once more.
I reached out and passed my hand through the wood of the ancient table, feeling the molecules react to my energy. I send a pulse of power out through the wood and into the floor, then up the walls. A change in frequency petrified the wood, turning it to stone.
The MPs did not notice.
They did notice however when the windows blew in all along the one wall, showering them in needle fragments. The place went mad with scrambling men and screaming women. The winds turned the room into a swirl of papers.
Some tried to push the doors, but they were unable to budge them.
Then I pulled down the Fracking waste.
It started as a fine spray, stinking and sticky. Then thousands of gallons of the toxic sludge began to flood the chamber. They trampled each other, screaming with the burning pain of the acids and worse. Knee deep turned to waste deep then to neck. I reached down deep into the earth and called for the Dragon.
The answer came with a deep rumble that shook the room and a localised quake of high magnitude. A rift formed on the floor and opened a shaft all the way to the molten magma of the mantle. Millions of gallons of waste, and the bodies of over 500 MPs vanished down the hole and burned in the heat of the Earth’s Revenge.
Scotland has declared a moratorium on Fracking.The SNP has declared it will not be allowed in Scotland until it is PROVEN safe and after a PUBLIC Consultation. Which in my book says NEVER.
The MP’s of Westminster have indeed had a vote on this too, but the Tory Party has pushed against it and the Labour party Abstained once again on a bill that could have stopped this terrible practice getting off the ground in England and Wales.
Sometimes I look at these people who run this country and despair, but it us YOU who has the power to stop them. You don’t need to die to save the world, you just need to vote. You need to send the Frackers of Westminster a clear message in this General Election.
The Green Man resides in us all, we all love our families and we all love the land on which we live.
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