Hello, everyone. I came up with the title & idea of this fictional short story on 09/05/2025.
It was nighttime before bed. Sage Rivera was tapped on the shoulder by her older sister, Juniper, about the topics of Zersetzung, Stasi tactics, MK Ultra mind control, illuminati, New World Order, freemasonry & other government "conspiracies". Sage told Juniper, "You MUST be crazy!"
Juniper responded, "Until it happens to you."
Sage arrogantly blew her off & said, "It will NEVER happen to me! Stop feeding into so many delusions!"
So, Sage caved in & read some of the information that Juniper showed her. She kept wrestling to herself against learning & starting to believe the truth. She was in denial. She was afraid that if she started to tell people that she believes these topics are reality, she might be labeled as "crazy", too. She was afraid to fall asleep because she thought she would have nightmares. She eventually cried herself to sleep & then had a nightmare about being chased by a bunch of police officers who were chanting, "Gimme Dat Soul!", repeatedly.
When Sage woke up, she called up a guy (platonic) friend, whom she thought she could confide in. His name is Bronson Lee Jenkins. She told him everything that transpired the previous night, & even the nightmares she was having. He started getting offended & upset at what she was telling him. He kept yelling at her & saying, "Sage, STOP talking like that! This isn't you! This ISN'T you! This isn't YOU! No! No!"
& then something strange happened. Bronson started hearing noises that sounded like the Taos Hum. & his body started vibrating so badly that he couldn't stay in the house, due to the excruciating, unbearable torture.
He went for a jog to the park, & he ended up seeing a bunch of people jogging on the trail, wearing neon green clothing. Their eyes looked like they were in a trance. He thought that was odd. Afterwards, he went to a local coffee shop, called "High As A Kite Coffee" to get a cup of hot chocolate, trying to clear his mind. He talked to the nice coffee shop barista, named Ulysses. Ulysses was so nice that Bronson thought he could let his guard down & vent about what happened. Ulysses said, "Sir. No offense, but are you sure you took your anti-psychotics this morning?" & he threw his hands up, shrugging his shoulders, saying, "Well, I'm not a doctor. But..."
Bronson said, "You think you funny. Don't you? You got jokes! Well, mate! Until it happens to you!"
Ulysses was humbled & felt like as if Bronson told him off & put him in his place.
Ulysses finally believed Bronson, & then everyone who caught the "crazy virus of truth" began having meetups to discuss their experiences, & then they realized that they weren't crazy, after all. They banded together & figured out that it was a satanic cult, trying to experiment on them & INTENTIONALLY drive them to insanity, as persecutory "punishment" for waking up to the truth.
Since all of the authorities & the government were in on the evil, the people who were mocked & laughed at, being told that they were cursed with the crazy virus, ended up realizing that The Lord Jesus Christ is the only way that they can stay strong & sane throughout all of this.
THE END