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Inquisitive: Part 13

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By Hassan Izzo

“It is the very essence of subtlety and elegance. Not one thing has been left to, or happened, by chance. The gradual rise of capitalism, of materialism, the pursuit of profit… all of these things have slowly replaced the urge for the spiritual enlightenment that is such fertile ground for our adversaries.

“Then of course there is the rise of science and reason, with its rich lineage of champions for verifiable facts; facts that gradually obliterate the belief in celestial beings. Great, liberated men and women have advanced these things. All it took was the right people to be recruited and then the next generations followed naturally, continuing to mould and shape the world and society in a Godless way. And now…” She paused for effect, with a smug smile on her face. “Just take a look at the world you lived in. TV, music, films, magazines – God hardly exists anymore.”

I felt weak: I felt that everything I knew and trusted was draining from me. My grandmother fixed on me with a stare that penetrated right into my very core and made me feel even worse. “Take into account everything I have said, think about all the things that slowly turn people away from the idea of God and know, truly understand, that the devil is in the details.” I felt like I did when I was in the corridor: exhausted, spent, devoid of the energy to go on. “I realise this is much to take in but try and stay with me.”

“So what? So there’s this great plan; this illusion that insures people live their lives without believing in God, so what?” I surprised myself. They were questions that simply erupted from me. There existed this unconscious urge to fight and not be swept away by the tide rearing its hopeful, opportunistic head.

“So, one day God will be nothing but an ancient relic. One day no one will give any thought to things such as the Bible, or faith. Human reason, science, man’s most basic instincts of wanting things, all of which are the very foundations of the illusion, will triumph. That part of consciousness that allows faith to thrive will be closed off and the souls of humanity will be nothing but an easy harvest.”

I laughed. What a situation to be in.

“It doesn’t have to be a bad thing.”

“No?”

“There are still choices that you can make, and I can make sure you make the right ones.”

“The right choices? You mean be recruited, like those other men and women you’ve been talking about, right?” My grandmother nodded in agreement. “When exactly were you recruited? When did you find out about all of this?”

“For me, it was through your great great grandmother. She used to appear to me in my dreams. She was the one that showed me the path. We were outnumbered back then, so it was prudent to remain quiet: hidden. By the time I had my own children, there was no need for them to be explicitly recruited as the plan had advanced. It is the same with my grandchildren, the system is embedded enough to function almost automatically. Almost. It is not yet perfect and that is the root cause of everything that has happened to you.”

“How so?”

“This isn’t a one way street. There are two sides in this war and just as we strategize, plan, and advance, they make their own plans and counter us. As we have gathered pace and continued our relentless march, it has forced them to rethink the way they do things – drastically. In recent times we started receiving reports from our agents in the Kingdom that there was a policy shift being discussed that they had hoped in time, would level the playing field. What that policy change turned out to be surprised us all.”


 

Hassan Izzo

Like any other writer, Hassan Antonio Izzo is happiest when he is sat at his desk putting words down on paper; whether it be updating his blog, working on a short story, script, poetry, journalism, or wrestling with his first novel. If anything stands a chance of getting him away from his desk, a few drinks with friends would stand a good one. His biggest claim to fame is that Quentin Tarantino loved his Mr T t-shirt when he met him; which was pretty cool.

A proud South Londoner, you can follow on Twitter @Hassanizzo86

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