Dr. Wellington put a hand up and silenced her.
The doctor was silent for a long time. He had his legs crossed and his fingers interlocked with both elbows on the armrests of the chair in deep thought. Philosophical thought I imagined. His eyes were flat and expressionless, almost like a statue, staring out into the world outside as the people walked by unaware of what was going on at that very moment. Suddenly, his eyes lit up and an imperceptible smile came across his face.
“I know someone.” He said finally. “A mystic that lives in China, somewhere in the mountain area. Hold on, I’ll look it up.”
He got up from his chair and went to his desk and searched through his drawers. He was patient and meticulous taking out what was in the way in a nice, neat pile and putting it back exactly as he’d taken it out. I looked to Kayla and she shrugged. I looked back to the doctor and he was coming back from his desk and sitting in his chair again. This time, he had a notepad and wrote something down. He ripped the page out the pad and held it out toward Kayla. She took it, looked at it, whistled that this-is-gonna-be-expensive whistle and put it into her purse. I glanced over and Dr. Wellington snapped his fingers and ordered my attention to remain on the session.
“You will address what’s on the page in due time, Mr. Mckenzie.” He said. “Let us finish this session, shall we?”
“This God Memory,” he started, “describe it in as much detail as you can. The more specific the better. Starting from the first thing you see to the last, in chronological order, of course.”
“Alright,” I started, “The first thing that happens is my vision starts to get blurry and my body gets rapidly exhausted. Like it ran a marathon or something. The smoky gray sets in gradually for about three seconds then consumes my vision totally. What happens next is that I’m taken, teleported almost, to this smoky gray environment that looks like a central mainframe. Then, thousands upon thousands of monitors start coming from nowhere and I can see people of all ages, races, creeds, religions, and time periods doing things. I can’t hear them; I can only see them. Next, I’m just floating in suspense watching all this happen around me. I hear nothing but a deafening silence that makes me question whether I’m alive or dead.
“Then, out of the silence comes a murmuring sound, like something at low volume but not quite muted, trying to speak. I can’t understand or make out anything of it. It gets stronger and stronger the more I try to listen to it, it gets to the point the murmuring penetrates to the depths of my soul and makes me cringe like hearing someone scratch a chalkboard. The sound gets jagged and sharp like a knife running along a boulder. Then I feel immense pain in my chest and head. I try to cover my ears to no avail. The sound becomes too powerful, too forceful, too. . .” I twitched when I tried to think of the word I wanted.
“To godly?” Dr. Wellington attempted to finish for me.
“Yeah,” I replied as my breathing started to get heavy and my temples, neck, and palms started to sweat, “I think that describes it well enough.”
“Are you alright, Mr. Mckenzie?” Dr. Wellington asked. “There’s a glass of water if you’d like.”
“Sure,” I sat up and reached for the glass and downed it in one go.
“Kay?” Kayla spoke, “You alright, babe? You don’t have to force yourself if you don’t want.”
“I’m good,” I said. “I just think the good doctor may see firsthand what I’m talking about.”
“It’s coming?!” Kayla asked surprised.
“Yup,” I said as my body got more and more exhausted and my vision began to blur and become smoky gray and I blacked out.
What happened in the doctor’s office after I blacked out? Kayla told me that when I blacked out my eyes shot open and they were smoky gray, then my body started to levitate, and the ground rumbled as if an earthquake were in town. Dr. Wellington couldn’t believe his eyes and only marvel at what he was seeing. Kayla also said a light gray aura started surrounding my body and turned into a bubble, then I sat cross-legged in that bubble as if meditating. My eyes remained open and the bubble traveled to the center of the room and the gray aura became smokier until they couldn’t see me anymore. The gray bubble sat there for a long time rotating in all directions at once in perfect harmony. Dr. Wellington described it as a scientific impossibility, that if something is rotating in one direction then it is rotating in that direction. The law of physics dictates that nothing can travel in two or more directions at once. It has been a law of physics for centuries. Kayla said, “Well doc, this is God’s Memory after all, so I guess the laws of physics don’t apply.”
The rumbling continued for about seven to ten minutes until the bubble started to subside and gradually disappeared. When it did, I landed on my feet then fell to the floor. Kayla said the top of my head hit the side of the desk and they thought I’d broken my neck for a second. They called the ambulance. When the ambulance came, they said I was alright and that I’d only have a headache in the morning (I was still unconscious). She said while I was out the paramedics took me over to Dr. Wellington’s chair and laid my body there where I remained unconscious for another ten minutes then came to.
I woke up with Kayla inches from my face, Dr. Wellington about a foot behind Kayla and a paramedic shining a flashlight in my eyes. The world didn’t seem real for a moment. I thought I was in a dream as everything seemed hallucinatory like it wasn’t truly solid or set in any particular orientation. The paramedic turned off the flashlight and said I was all good and went on about his business. Kayla stayed with me while Dr. Wellington saw them out and when they left, he returned. He turned the sign on his door from open to closed and ran up to Kayla and me.
“At first, I was very skeptical about what you were telling me, Mr. Mckenzie, but, after seeing this, I…I… just can’t believe it! It was extraordinary!”
He looked to Kayla, “May I have that page I gave to you earlier?”
“Sure,” Kayla looked for her purse and saw it by the desk and fetched it. She had the page out when she came back and handed it to Dr. Wellington.
“Thank you,” He went and got something to write on then came back, sweat dripping from his temples and soaking through his underarms, “what I’m going to give you,” he said as he was writing, “is a list of instructions. Follow these to the letter and do not do otherwise this situation, this…God Memory Mr. McKenzie experiences are nothing short of marvelous, absolutely marvelous!”
He handed the page to Kayla and she put it back in her purse.
“Mr. Mckenzie,” Dr. Wellington started, “you can tell no one about what just happened here. DO you understand? No one. What has occurred has the potential to put the world in very grave danger, especially should someone of your gifts fall into the hands of this tyrannical US government. The next steps you and your wife need to take are all planned out on the sheet I just gave to her. Follow these instructions to the letter and do not do otherwise, that is an order. Do you understand?”
I was about to protest until Dr. Wellington put up a hand, “Do you understand, Mr. Mckenzie?”
I saw in his eyes that there was no arguing, so I nodded.
“Good,” He sighed, “all of your expenses will be paid for, now off you two go.”
Now, Kayla and I are flying Southwest thirty thousand feet in the air (first class, have to throw that in there) to China. Why didn’t we just take China Airlines? Well, let’s just say that wasn’t up to me or Kayla. We followed the instructions and here we are. Kayla is enjoying herself, just lounging with a glass of chardonnay and ordering everything on the menu and why not? All the expenses are paid for. Me, I’m just looking out the window at the sky as the sun shines just over the clouds. Its rays beaming directly in my face, but I don’t mind, I rather like the warmth of the sun since the A/C is on blast in here. What’s going to happen next, I don’t know.
What I do know is that our apartment is going to be relatively empty for some time and, depending on how this trip (this journey) goes, our search for the answer to The God Memory is going to go on for a long time. Maybe for the rest of our lives. But, as long as Kayla’s by my side, that’s alright (until death do us part, right?). I look at her one more time and she’s looking back at me. Those dark brown eyes lighting up as the sun’s rays wink past her every now and again. I smile at her and she smiles back. She cups my cheeks softly and pulls my face toward her and she plants the sweetest kiss, the kiss that made me fall in love with her in the first place.
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