Plague ..Part 7 ...Fighting a Hidden Enemy

Life is full of irony. A few hours ago I was dreading Sarah's disclosure about a secret government plot concerning the plague. I thought she'd unfold some lame conspiracy theory and dash to pieces my respect for her.

How short-sighted and stupid that belief was!

I convinced myself I could possibly tolerate her being vulnerable and wounded but definitely could not manage a high maintenance relationship with a woman I thought was zany.

But within hours that all turned around and her revelation about the plague shook me so much it dredged up half-buried aspects of myself I thought I had permanently buried.

And I ended up appearing the zany one.

I had to confess to Sarah the secret of my life―that I had been a psychic involved in spiritualism and her disclosure about the plague triggered a phantasmagoric vision that completely unsettled me.

I thought she might be the weak one in our relationship, but now the tables had completely turned--I was the one who appeared emotionally fragile and I was sure she must have thought me completely unhinged.

It seemed insane... a Satanic conspiracy― really, how could a sane person listen to that and not think me certifiably insane?

Surprisingly though, Sarah was much more tolerant than I would have been in her position.

"I'm really intrigued, Grant, that you sensed a satanic dimension to this government conspiracy. I was actually worried you'd consider me paranoid that I was worried about being spied upon and listened to even out in the woods as if we were caught up is some nightmare vision of the future where the government was able to read peoples' thoughts."

"I coloured a little. "To tell the truth, I did think that a bit excessive on your part, but I'm also intrigued you didn't dismiss my vision out of hand―you being a psychologist and all."

"There's no conflict here between science and spiritulity, Grant. Jung believed in the latent powers of the subconscious and he had many spontaneous paranormal experiences over the course of his life."

Sarah's response encouraged me but also made me feel a bit guilty for being skeptical about her disclosure about the plague.

It was a relief though to know she didn't think me odd or mad but I began to wonder about why she was so intrigued about my repressed psychic abilities.

But before I could ask her, she anticipated my question and embarked on a long explanation that both fascinated and disturbed me.

"The reason I was so intrigued about your recognizing a demonic aspect to the conspiracy is that I was beginning to think along those lines myself. Ever since Hanna confided to me what she overheard between her father and some shadowy government official, she felt she was being watched--and not just surveilled by cameras or phone taps but it seemd that whoever was observing her had penetrated into the inner recesses of her own mind. She was absolutely terrirfied and wouldn't talk to me further. In fact, she completely shut down any communication with me."

"That is very troubling," I admiited.

"Yes, but it all makes sense if these people are using occult powers to control others and silence opposition."

It was one thing to confirm Sarah's suspicions that she was engaged in a spiritual warfare with a shadowy enemy but it was quite another thing to offer her hope that she could soemhow resist and defeat it.

If she were counting on my assistansce she would be sadly disappointed because I had confronted dark forces once before and barely escaped with my sanity.

I had no desire to enter that battle again.

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