An Excerpt from Chapter One
“What day is it?” the man asked, still looking very confused.
“What day is it?” she snapped back with surprise. “Well, it’s kind of like the same day that we had yesterday. The climate is changing, and the poles are melting. They say it’s because we use too much oil. We got wars going on cause nobody can get along, and everyone is so stressed out, they’re almost afraid to even walk outside. Everyone I know is sick and tired of all the dishonesty going on. The whole world is right in the middle of something called ‘the great recession,’ or maybe it’s really a depression; no one really knows, because no one will tell you the truth. Millions of people have either lost their houses, or they’re out of work. Folks are beginning to live in tents all over the nation, and the soup lines are forming. All I know is that it’s just two weeks before Christmas, and Santa is nowhere in sight. That’s what day it is.”
“Thank you,” he remarked, giving her a strange look.
“Don’t look at me like I got anger issues, cause I just tell it like it is. The whole world’s gone crazy, and the fat cats on Wall Street are blood-suckers. I’ve been praying to God everyday to send us some help, and until I hear Gabriel’s trumpet blowing, I guess I’ll just keep trying to wake people up like you who are still sleeping, and don’t even know what day it is.”
“Yes, and such high expectations of people can certainly ruin your mood,” he noted, finally conjuring a smile. "Maybe waking people up is exactly what you’re supposed to be doing.”
“Please, don’t get me wrong. I’m not saying that I’m losing my faith, because I do try to let the spirit of the Lord guide me. It’s just that things are happening so fast in the world, that it's scary, and I just don’t know what to really believe anymore. So, what about you,” she asked, quickly changing the subject, “do you have any relatives here? Is Pittsburgh your home?”
“Home? I’m not really sure where my home is," he remarked, rubbing his eyes. "All I can remember is that I was dreaming about a beautiful crystal palace, and then you woke me up on this bus. Right now, I’m not really sure that I know where I am. You say this is Pittsburgh? Then I guess this where I'm supposed to be. After all, there are no coincidences."
"Maybe for you, Cinderella; but this hell-hole of a city sure ain't no crystal palace. So you better get yourself up, cause this bus is coming into the station, and is stopping for the night."
About the Author: Arran Anderson has been an active participant in the spiritual community for more than forty years and has accumulated a wealth of knowledge from many different metaphysical teachers. After writing "The Activation," Arran began speaking tours about the book's message. He has presented lectures on 2012, the New Age, the angelic kingdom, death and the afterlife. In addition to having several professional degrees, he also holds numerous training certificates in many of the holistic practices associated with the New Age and Human Potential Movements.
