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  Impulse: The Awakening

  by Alberto Park

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, organizations, places, events,

  and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or are used

  fictiously.

  Copyright © 2020 Jose Alberto Herrera Park. All rights reserved.

  Published by Jose Alberto Herrera Park

  ISBN | 978-1-64789-118-3

  No part of this book may be reproduced, or stored in a retrieval system, or

  transmitted in any way or form or by any means, electronic, mechanical,

  photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without express written permission

  of the author.

  To my companion and wife Arianna, no matter what,

  she always accompanies me in all my craziness.

  To my beautiful daughters Arianna and Allegra,

  for bringing light and more joy to my life.

  To my parents Agustín and Yolanda,

  for their teachings and love.

  INDEX

  Dreams of another time

  The accident

  Charlie

  Jack’s breafing

  Reporting to duty

  Failed extraction

  The master plan

  Saving Thalos Dos

  The key

  The Orb

  The mission

  Agartha’s resonation

  Dreams of another time

  Everything is dark and silent.

  —I woke up suddenly to the roar of the explosion in a strange and bright empty room. I had a buzz in my head, I was still disoriented trying to see what was happening, and where the sound was coming from. I walked zigzagging until I could rest my arm on the wall and I led myself to the nearest light. Looking out the window I could see the most surreal and bizarre image I had ever imagined. A ship orbiting Earth had exploded. I was observing everything from a huge ship near the Moon.

  All around me was chaos, flashes, a war was unleashed and all I can do is close my eyes. And that's all I can remember

  After a brief pause, Scott opened his eyes. He is in the psychologist's office PhD, Leonard Stanton, on Broadway in New York city. Dr. Leonard is a renowned psychologist whom Scott has visited for a few months now.

  His consulting room is beautifully decorated, in the background you could listen to peaceful piano music with binaural waves of one to four hertz, which serve to stimulate delta waves and induce sleep. It was a beautiful melody of Chopin.

  Scott was reclining in a very comfortable brown leather sofa, although small for his size; he was considered a big man, he was six feet tall and had to put his feet aside to lie down.

  —Did you have nightmares again?

  Dr. Leonard held a stylus in his hand that he used to take notes. He had a tablet on his legs with several notes on what he heard in Scott's memories. He seemed perplexed by the stories he told.

  On previous visits, Scott told him incredible stories about other worlds, trips to other planets, interplanetary wars, and intergalactic trade between races from other worlds.

  In his notes to create Scott's psychological profile, they had references to persecution delusion, anxiety, sleep disorder, mythomaniac, and notes on possible triggers including: overwork, fear of commitment, and TV series on ufology and conspiracies.

  —This morning I remembered another strange dream, it is a recurring dream; the same that haunts me since childhood. — Scott thought he had gone through that stage already.

  Sometimes I remember many worlds, planets floating in space with more than one moon orbiting them, creatures very different from those that exist on Earth, I see beings living together in peace and sometimes I see wars in space.

  I've had anxiety attacks lately and that's why I came to see you, I'm assuming it has to do with the dreams that I have been having lately.

  —And what do you think triggers those anxiety attacks, Scott? Have you continued with the exercises that I recommended to you?

  —Not really. Meditating is not my thing. I've tried, but I get so tired from work that if I start to meditate, it won't take me long to fall asleep.

  —Are you still watching conspiracy and alien series?

  —Yes, but not as I used to. And I watch more documentaries than series; at work I no longer search for aliens and conspiracies.

  Dr. Leonard had a subtle tone of voice that radiated confidence, although he was only forty, he seemed to be a wise person.

  The use of pauses and silences made the sessions very calm and without pressing to get a forced response. Scott felt good about being in session.

  —Tell me Scott. What makes you think that these dreams are the cause of your anxiety? Is there anything in particular that makes you feel impatient, anxious, or afraid?

  —I don’t know, doctor. I have an idea, but I don’t want to sound crazy.

  —The fact that you think you are crazy speaks to how sane you are. A madman in his madness, does not know that he is mad. So please, go ahead, tell me about that idea.

  —When I had these dreams as a child, I used to saw things in first person, like reflections in windows and mirrors. I saw an adult, back then it was irrelevant, It was just a dream, but now I realize that this adult looks exactly the way I look now and makes me think that more than a dream it can be a premonition. And since I don't plan to go out into space this week, it makes me think I'm going crazy.

  —Humor is a good sign of how sane you are. We just have to keep looking for what causes anxiety. We'll get there, don't worry.

  Dr. Leonard took his last notes to end the session. He settled his tablet on the tea table next to his comfortable leather chair.

  —Time is up, please come back next week, call me if anxiety attacks continue, it may be necessary to ask a psychiatrist for an appointment to medicate you against anxiety.

  —Thank you Doctor. I hope it won’t be necessary.

  The doctor said goodbye to Scott and got back to his chair to continue with some notes. He wrote: Anxiety attacks don't seem to be related to job stress or family dynamics. They are related to a psychological block, perhaps it is selective memory, some trauma generated in his childhood that his mind tries to avoid, to prevent him from suffering.

  Today is a beautiful day in New York, loud as usual, but there is fresh air and the sun shines to animate the day of anyone who pays attention.

  Scott left the consulting room thinking that perhaps it was not a good idea to tell his wife Sarah about his visit to the psychologist. He didn't want to alarm her in vain, moreover, chances were that the anxiety attacks would just go away.

  Scott is a risk analyst at a reputable New York accounting firm. He is not a popular person, however, it can be said that he is one of the people you definitely want on your team. He is a brilliant and analytical person.

  He thinks of the options and alternatives that just a few can, he always sees the forest instead of focusing on the tree and these abilities helped him to position himself as the director of the risk department. In terms of his personal life, one could say that he is an average American, he has never shined in anything other than his analytical skills, he always wanted to have his own business, but the simple idea of starting a company is not something in his short term plans.

  Since college, he has sought to excel, but he is not one of the people who stands out for being a leader, nor is he an athletic person. His marriage is joyful most of the time, they enjoy a healthy relationship and have had some complications and felt as if they are
in a standstill lately.

  Sarah and Scott live in a three-bedroom house, they chose that house almost three years ago to be able to start a life together where they maintain a simple and modest lifestyle.

  Their house is at 249 45th Street in New York. A two-story yellow construction with a basement that they use as their guest room. Outside, it has a concrete terrace surrounded by a small one-meter-high fence.

  When he got home, he parked his car on the front sidewalk and crossed the street through the small entrance gate and walked up the five steps before entering through the door.

  —Hello Darling. How was work? —Sarah said.

  —You know, same as always. —Scott looked a little scattered and distracted.

  —You’re late, did something happen?

  —Yes, we had to audit a real estate company, you know how it is. It has to be surprising. —Audits were standard practice at Scott's company, however, it is not something a risk analyst has to be involved with. But he was sure Sarah would not ask anymore if he was referring to a work task.

  —I’ll get dinner ready, do you want to stay in the kitchen to chat?

  —Sure. —Scott knew exactly where that talk was going and didn't want to have that conversation right now.

  Sarah is a simply beautiful young woman, since college, she has had an attractiveness difficult to ignore. She is the type of woman who freezes time while walking and has her own gravitational field that grabs and attracts you at the same time. She hardly ever uses makeup, she really doesn't need it with her natural beauty, her cheekbones are marked when she smiles causing the beauty spot on her right cheek to rise.

  Scott has been madly in love with Sarah since he first met her in college, in fact, conquering Sara's heart is the only thing he truly strived for. He couldn't conceive a whole life without being by her side, so he was always looking for a way to be near her.

  Even today, the reason he went to the psychologist is because he wants to be fine, so he can be fine with Sarah.

  This afternoon Sarah was wearing a sensual red dress that matched her red high heels and made her new haircut show off, it was shorter than usual, but with a modern style, it was obvious that she was groomed for Scott.

  —I would like to discuss something important with you. We have avoided this conversation for a long time and I think it is time to take the next step Scott. I want to have children; I want to be a mom.

  —I know Sarah, believe me, I know it is very important to you, and seriously, it is also important to me, but I have not felt well. The work is overwhelming, and we have many expenses, I think it is not the best time, maybe if we wait a little bit more…

  —I’m sorry Scott, I have already waited for three years, and I’m running out of time, I don’t think I can continue like this, I love you, but I want to be a mother. —Time does not run out as much as her patience, since she was only twenty-eight years old, but her greatest wish was to have children and be a mother.

  —I'm sorry Sarah. Sarah, don't go! —Scott tried to reach her out and grab her arm, but didn't have much to say, so he preferred to let her go.

  Sarah is a brilliant young woman who is professionally engaged in interior decoration. The clients she has been working with lately have done so for a couple of consecutive years and have given her many projects, so she decided to close her shop in downtown New York.

  She also has small remodeling and interior design projects for wealthy families in the suburbs, but in this generation of Millennials, she is usually contacted through social media. That adding the word of mouth recommendations that she gets for the great quality, professionalism and good taste of her work, have made her have a large number of work offers.

  She is a dedicated woman who loves her job. Spends many hours a day benchmarking on interior designer sites around the world, inspirational sites, fashion trends, and architecture to understand the full picture of their postmodern approach.

  It is a titanic task for one person, there are so many things she has to do that it has become necessary to hire an assistant and a designer. And it's now at this point where she can expand or let go of that project if Scott agrees now to have children.

  Sarah's frustration is enormous. She has the opportunity to be successful in what she loves, but she is more passionate about the idea of being a mother and for this, she needs Scott's commitment and conviction. She has come to think that she is just in time to leave him and find someone else to start a family with. But she always gives up on the idea because she knows that no one else would love her like Scott.

  That afternoon, after that fleeting talk, which definitely did not go as planned. Sarah went up to her room to take a hot shower and to go to sleep.

  Meanwhile, Scott was frustrated in the kitchen for not being able to handle the situation better and for having to lie to Sarah.

  He went to the fridge to get a cold beer. With the feeling of an emptiness in his chest, he went out onto the front terrace and sat on the steps to watch the stars. He was afraid an anxiety episode would start again. His mind began to wander around and he was suddenly curious to know what it would feel like to see the earth from space, when a rational thought crossed his mind, bringing him back to reality. So he decided to go upstairs and talk to Sarah to tell her the truth. That he had gone to the psychologist.

  It was time to face reality, what had to happen, would happen, but having lied to Sarah is something he promised himself to never do, and now he was doing it. It is something that had to be corrected right now. He was sure that the only thing he really didn't want, was to lose her forever.

  His friends with children had told him that the joy of having a family made them forget about their problems. Scott thought that perhaps having a son or daughter would erase that emptiness that invaded him every day and the feeling of living a life that he didn’t belong to.

  So, after a couple of minutes, he looked at his almost finished beer and left it on the kitchen countertop to look for Sarah, but when he entered the bedroom he didn't expect to find her that way.

  —Sarah, are you okay? — Scott didn’t know what to do, he was scared to see Sarah that way.

  —What is going on, Scott? Why are you waking me up like this?

  Sarah gently returned from a deep state of reverie, and she wondered why Scott would wake her up so abruptly.

  —You were sitting on the edge of the bed with your mouth open, I spoke to you, but you did not answer me, your eyes were blank.

  Scott frowned at her with serious concern, he had never seen Sarah like this, he found her shaking with numb hands and seemed to have an apoplexy on her face. It was a frightening sight.

  —I do not know what happened. I got out of the shower and went to sleep. I am tired, I am going to sleep. I'm still upset with you and also… —Sarah looked at the alarm clock on the night table next to the bed- Is it 3:05 am?

  —It can't be, the hour must be wrong, once you went up I only drank half a beer and came here to talk to you, it must be 10:30 pm at most.

  —I just want to sleep, we’ll talk tomorrow.

  The hour was not important to Sarah. She was so tired that she stopped listening to Scott and went back to bed.

  —Rest, I promise tomorrow we’ll talk. —With a sigh, he got out of the bedroom.

  Scott went downstairs to the kitchen and grabbed his beer again, it was hot to the touch. It shouldn't be, he had only been upstairs two minutes. He checked the clock on the kitchen oven, it read 3:08 am. He felt something was wrong with the time, but he had a lot to think about, so he just shrugged and climbed into bed.

  The next morning, everything went normal for Scott. The same boring routine of getting up, showering, eating breakfast and going to work.

  Sarah thought Scott would actually talk to her in the morning about starting a family or whatever. But that didn’t happen. That seemed to disappoint her
more and more to the point of bringing her close to make a final decision, but she didn't do it that day.

  She had grown up in the nucleus of a family of four children and felt that her life needed to be infected with the joy of a baby. And the only thing that happened was that she only got more depressed every day.

  Three long and tedious weeks passed without talking about it. They went out to the movies, dined in restaurants, visited their friends, but nothing extraordinary happened in their social dynamics that could fill the emptiness she felt inside. Sex was not going well, and the passion was extinguishing day by day.

  She kept thinking within herself that she was an old soul and that she was ready to settle down, even though she was only 28 years old.

  On a Saturday around noon, she began to feel unwell and had to lean back on the couch for a moment, so she could continue working on her computer. After ten minutes, the dizziness had passed and she thought she should go do a vision study. She had spent so much time on the computer for the past few weeks that she would surely need special computer glasses.

  Around four o'clock in the afternoon she felt bad again, she realized that it was constant dizziness, and she still felt nauseous and decided to call Scott, who was lying in the living room watching Sci-Fi documentaries.

  —Scott, I need you to take me to the doctor. —Sarah didn't feel it was an emergency, but her instincts told her she had to go to the doctor.

  —What’s wrong? —Scott walked towards her with concern, Sarah was very healthy and, to tell the truth, he did not remember the last time she had become ill. It was the first time she was asking him to be taken to the doctor.

  —I am not feeling well, I have nausea and I’m short of breath. I feel tired and weak; and I am very upset right now. It must be something hormonal.

  —All right, I'll call the hospital to let them know we're on our way.

  They arrived at the hospital and the receptionist asked Sarah to fill out a form with general information since it was not a medical emergency. After the nurse weighed her and took her blood pressure, they both entered with Dr. Davis who reviewed the signs and asked her what had taken her to the hospital.