Nobody taught us in school that the body is a signal tower…
… and that thoughts and emotions sent signals through the brain, heart, and nervous system.
But now science can identify all this and even refers to an electromagnetic field that can be seen and measured.
That field is real and is what we work with daily.
Here’s what our field requested, via resonance, for today along with # of applications:
Painful Story Identification — 1x
MASTER JAUNDICE 1x
Whole • Gathered • Fearless • Protected
This went into the field generator.
Master Fear of Choosing Wrong — 9x
Chemical Sensitivity — 9x
CLEAR TECHNOLOGICAL INTRUSION — 6x
We also requested another Evette Rose scan related to emotions.
That one is still being worked with, so we’ll take a closer look tomorrow.
But here’s a hint:
Words to Ponder:
“Under my gruff exterior lies an even gruffer interior.”
And finally, we requested cocktails for genetic resilience related to:
Glutathione, Receptor signaling, Liver detoxification, and Electrical stability
Different day. Different signals.
But now…
on to saving the world, one donkey at a time.
THE PATH FEW WALK
…at least, as far as donkeys are concerned.
Brayden had no idea where he was going.
Normally, that would have bothered him.
He was a donkey who liked to know exactly where he was going, how long it would take, and preferably what to expect when he got there.
But now…
He was following a black cat.
This must be the PSYCH, Brayden thought.
They were leaving the city.
Brayden had never done that before.
Donkeys lived in cities.
Cities had roads, signs, screens, and rules.
And most importantly…
no Humans.
Humans were monsters who lived in the wilderness.
Everybody knew that.
At first, the change was subtle.
The pavement cracked, thinned out…
and then suddenly it was all just dirt.
Then, rather dramatically, the road curved into one enormous U-turn.
Ahead was only a narrow path.
Brayden looked back.
The city was still visible.
A sign flashed:
FREE STRAW FRIES WITH LARGE OAT SHAKE!
Then another:
NEW GAME RELEASE — HERD WARS VII!
The screens were still there too.
One showed highlights from a championship game.
Another offered him a quiz:
WHAT KIND OF DONKEY ARE YOU?
Brayden almost turned back.
Honestly…
He wanted to know.
But the black cat kept walking.
He followed.
Then one final sign flashed behind him:
ARE YOU SURE YOU WANT TO BE ALONE?
That one got him.
But the cat was already disappearing around a bend.
A cold little wave moved through him.
“What kind of idiot follows a cat into nowhere?” he muttered.
From somewhere ahead came the answer:
“Curious ones.”
Brayden stared down the path.
Then kept walking.
Meanwhile…
Waldo was losing his mind.
“He’s still walking?”
A Screenie nodded.
“He passed every distraction.”
Waldo went pale.
Because there was nothing more dangerous than a curious donkey who couldn’t be distracted.
Meanwhile, Barbelo and Bray continued to walk.
The city disappeared behind them.
Trees rose on both sides of the path, taller and darker than anything Brayden was used to seeing.
The ground was uneven and completely unmanaged.
Then suddenly…
the trees opened.
A clearing.
Barbelo stopped so quickly that Brayden almost stepped on her.
And there—
in the exact center of the clearing—
lying perfectly flat against the forest floor…
was a trapdoor.
Brayden stared at it.
He looked at Barbelo.
Then back at the trapdoor.
This, Brayden thought, is exactly how donkeys disappear.
