Our first entry has arrived in the beautiful country of Thailand!!! Please enjoy our first story! Don’t forget that the contest deadline has been extended to MARCH 4TH, 2017 AT 11:59PM PACIFIC TIME! Without further ado, please enjoy:
By Martin A. David
The final fissure appeared between the island of Ko Samet and the coastline of Thailand. The sea had long since receded in that area and the island stood like a shy pimple on a shell and skeleton-littered ocean floor. The earth fracture glowed like all the others—perhaps a little more defiantly since it was the last one.
By now the Tikkun Olam squad—named after the Finnish-Albanian scientist-mystic who had first solved the enigma of the gaping sores that were killing Mother Gaia—had been formed. The first fissure, a hissing, stinking, cancerous canyon, had shown itself off the Atlantic shore of the United States, just miles from that country’s capital. Olam had used a combination of science and intuition to learn the nature of the yawning wound. An intermingling of spiritual research and practice allowed him to predict the appearance and potential consequences of the six more yet to come. If left unchecked these rifts, by his calibrations, would destroy the planet. Olam had contacted the American government when the first crack gave warning of even greater dangers to come and outlined a plan to prevent the cataclysm. However, the leaders, having suppressed and demeaned science in order to put full support behind the state religion, proclaimed the fissure event a sign from above that it was time to reap great riches by exploiting sub-surface resources. The massive expedition they sent to the opening to accomplish that task was swallowed—eaten, as it were—by that angry mouth.
By the time the next fissure emerged—exactly when and where Olam had predicted—he had developed a protocol made up of ritual, interactive ceremony, and applied geology, geolosophy is what he named his system, to ease and mend the frightening phenomena. It took less than three days to remove the danger and restore the integrity of the injured expanse of earth.
Within days Tikkun Olam’s name was on lips around the entire globe. Politicians wondered about achievable advantages to be gained from his process, entrepreneurs dreamed of promising patents, scientists mumbled the name with grudging admiration, and frightened people added it to their litanies, chants, incantations, and supplications. After his similar success in securing incidents number two and three, Olam was invited back to Washington, D.C. to conquer the first abyss.
The other occurrences, each one presenting its own unique set of challenges, were vanquished by Tikkun Olam and his audacious team. Now the ultimate confrontation was in view. Tikkun Olam was ready and so was his crew. Olam walked the streets of Bangkok. The air in front of his face was grey from the bad breath of thousands of poorly repaired cars, deceasing trucks, and tens of thousands of noisy, motorcycles and motorized rickshaws. The Wat Pho Temple, with its gigantic, golden reclining Buddha, appeared as a ghost ship through the haze. Olam had been invited there to meet with King Pho Khun Sri Indraditya the Fifth.
The Thailand incident had drawn the focus of the whole world’s population. Solve this one, and the danger was over. Fail now and….Olam didn’t want to think of it.
The king, standing alone beside the gilded Buddha, wore the saffron-dyed robe of a simple monk. He was formal and dignified in demeanor, but his face radiated a friendly warmth. He bowed slightly to Olam and gave the common greeting of sawadhi khapp.
“I give you blessings,” he said. “I want to go with you.”
Olam had heard that request from leaders around the world and always acquiesced. He bowed in return.
“It would be both and honor and a good omen to have your majesty’s presence,” he said.
And thus the final venture began. The day arrived and the sun seemed as hot and merciless as the mile high eruptions of raw fire that the earth spit forth. The procedure, ridiculed by some, participated in by others, but ignored by none, required a team of eighteen thousand women and men. The King of Siam—the country now called Thailand—was among them. Each of them cast exactly eighteen pieces of bread into the cavernous earth lesion and then helped maneuver the machinery that poured tons of epoxy based cement blended with incense and carefully chosen crystals into the flame-filled opening. The roaring cheers of a horde of onlookers were drowned out by the howling and groaning that issued forth from that unholy hole. The determined multitude had braved this kind of hazard before. They fanned out along the rim of the fissure and began their work. The ground around them shuddered slightly and the demonic sounds diminished until all that was heard was a mournful sobbing.
Not with a bang, but with a whimper…and it all was done. The seventh and last threat was defeated. It was time to rest. It was time to go home.
But at least there was a home to go to.
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