Awakened Memoir

Disappearance -Thirty-One-


Where did she go to?

Awakened Memoir

The three entities… Marci, Jennifer, and Shari’s newly discovered sidekick, all waited for the sniffing dogs to round the corner to tear Shari to bits. These dogs were human fed and nearly starved, so that when it came time to catch a purposeful spreader of the COVID virus, these dogs were ravenous and ready.

Surprisingly though, no one or anything came around the corner. They waited, and nothing. The three females listened for some answers to what was about to happen.

“C’mon boy! Git her! I know you’re hungry. You haven’t eaten in three days! C’mon! Sic her! Ralphy! Get that bitch!”

Each COVID member that was present had a group of four dogs to each of them. There were three members, which meant there were twelve dogs, hungry and dangerous. but these dogs sensed something. They wouldn’t go any further than the five feet from the corner where Shari was passed out another fifty feet down the alley.

The dogs were whining and skittering around, even trying to hide behind their owners’ legs. Even when yelled at and commanded to attack, they were reluctant and disobeying. These dogs were terrified. Terrified of Shari. These animals knew who she was and sensed possible danger. They wanted no part of it, no matter how hungry they were. Instinct was simply not enough in this situation for them to face something that held so much evil inside.

It looked as though Jennifer and Marci talking to each other while sitting in Marci’s cruiser, when they were really conversing with Shari’s new sidekick, trying to catch up with her to maybe help her before they figured out a new way to kill her for good this time. For a moment, the three entities were at a loss.

… we don’t have any powers to save her from this… they stripped Marci and I of our spiritual gifts when we started making our own decisions… ignoring It’s intentions… we can only encourage now… what are we going to do Marci… I’m afraid…

… pray sweetheart that she wakes up in time… it is her that has the insights now… she just doesn’t know how to use them… and I’m not sure what’s wrong with her… I think she’s in shock… she needs to use her advanced intuition… but…

… I can show her how… she created me very intelligent and loyal… I don’t know how to wake her up though… not yet anyway…

… I have just received orders not to touch her… I think you should do the same…

… Marci… give her a dose of sonic pressure… oh ya… you can’t…

… fuck sonic pressure… I can just imagine the things you did that hurt her…

… we were only trying to help her… to teach her acceptance…

… well… you did it wrong and literally drove her insane in the process…

… we were only following orders…

… no… you were angry at her… for all those years working with her… all those lives you experienced with her… perishing in ghastly… sick ways… watching all the awful things she placed upon people… you wanted to see her suffer… admit it…

… how would you feel… being trapped in different human bodies we didn’t like… without any choices of our own… forced to protect something so evil and destructive…

… and the reasons you were sent to protect her is because you did some horrible things yourselves… things you were paying for… I can just imagine what you’ve done yourselves…

… she’s right Marci…

… but I am in love with her… I have loved her despite the awful things she executed on others for so long now… I don’t want to exist without her…

… love and hate can coexist… you should ask Shari herself about that one… be honest with yourself… you don’t love Shari… you love the people she used to be… and it’s because you yourself are so vile and evil; almost equally I would say…

… listen you little fuckin’ fairy…

Then it got quiet. The dogs and COVID officials were gone, and Shari just laid there, passed out. She was not waking up.

… I’ll check on her… you two go and find out what everyone’s future plans for her are for me will you…

Shari’s sidekick couldn’t physically move her body. All she could do was check her vitals and such. She was alive. Barely. And her brain activity was untraceable. Her mind had gone somewhere far away. There was only one place her sidekick hoped she had travelled to. If things were going right, it was time for Shari to meet her maker and face her existence as evil itself.

The next forty-seven days…

Over the course of the next week, things got very out of control and even unimaginable. In Shari’s real home in Windsor, ON Canada, she had been reported missing since May 14th 2020. She had been gone for almost four months from there at that point.

In Zone two, it was a different story. She did not wake up but was not dead either. COVID officials took it upon themselves to try to destroy her body in every possible way.

The Squibblers had long moved on and then began preying on another random individual that had COVID. They loved the smell of COVID especially on their victims.

In Zone two, since she went into her deep sleep, she had been shot at, blown up, euthanized, doused with gas and burned, electrocuted, dismembered, and even chopped into little pieces along with other indiscretions. The unbelievable thing was that when they did these things to her, it worked for a few moments, but then she would return back to normal again, untouched, but still unconscious. Some weirdos even thought she could be the second coming of Christ. Some thought she was a Saint. Everyone had their opinion as to what could be preventing her from dying. Her body was personally protected by Marci and Jennifer, so no one would hurt her as much as they could control it. Even the psychics couldn’t get a reading from her. There was only her physical body and nothing more.

Where she had gone was very private and very important. Somewhere that was very sacred; A place that gave no access without the proper conscious levels placed into them.

Her sidekick prayed that something between Shari and God was ensuing. She hoped so much she was correct. In the meantime, she just hung around Jennifer and Marci, patiently waiting for her to finally, possibly wake up, or beckon her, wherever she was.

Death was becoming immanent for Shari at Zone two though. Her body was beginning to permeate the smell of rotting meat, and her colour was notably off from lack of circulation. The smell and plaid colour were apparent when one got close enough to her. No one knew what was happening, but everyone had a theory. All three of Shari’s helpers waited, but they were even becoming doubtful regarding a recovery or revival.

Despite many wishes and prayers, Shari finally perished on the forty-seventh day in Zip ne two, lying in the street, smelling like rot, for everyone to see, exploited and unaware. There were a lot of cheers and a lot of crying amongst the people in Zone two. Marci and Jennifer were waiting for instructions as to what they should do while they grieved together. They were told to leave the sanctioned off body off limits while it rotted away. It was a heinous display of ignorance, and no one cares there.

Marci was heartbroken to a very low level emotionally, and Jennifer retreated into herself, she missed her so bad. They stayed in Zone two because they were unknown in Shari’s birthplace, and we’re waiting for some sort of direction. They both tried their best to be hopeful. They both had meetings from higher places coming, but they were more preoccupied with the death of a woman that no one would ever get to truly know.

And also, on that 124th day since she disappeared from her natural world; her birthplace in Windsor, ON Canada, she finally woke up to find herself home.

Where she had been needed to be digested and thought through very closely. A lot of things had been released to her and dealt with. She needed some time where she could rest and fit all of the pieces in their proper places.

On that same day, finally knowing what she had needed so badly to learn about herself, she woke up on the steps of the libraries’ back entrance, just like she had in the other realms, except there was a heavier gravitational pull, and the air seemed to have less density. She knew where she was immediately because she was told she would be going home; nothing to do with anything out of the ordinary. Shari was back in her normal reality finally, and was hungry to live again.

While she was wiping the sleep from her eyes, a few people walked by and gave her a greeting nod; a familiar gesture for Shari, that she appreciated so much just then. She really was back home.

She took no time in getting up to head toward the hospital to be examined and assessed. She felt weak and thirsty, but that did not matter. She was so elated just to be alive that morning, even if she was alone; she wasn’t lonely anymore. Everything was going to be alright from then on, with the exception that she didn’t get to say goodbye to Jennifer and Marci for one last time. She was home and she felt like a different person. She knew things would be different now.

This journey of awakening was not quite over yet though, and she would come to discover that the evil she had been shown, was still wondering all around her. It was waiting for her to claim it as hers, once again. I wanted her and she knew it. She just didn’t know if she could ever get away from it to destroy it, but using evil for evil can bring about disaster. She knew this suddenly and was sure she was correct. Abold kind of intuition was flowing freely from her these days. She was relying heavily on that for her survival, and it had worked so far.

Post thirty- two will be here soon.

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