320 Hz

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“The 320 Hz frequency: Hindus call it Om and some Pranava; a majority call it God, a few refer to it as the Source; the ancients call it the Great Spirit. It is the default frequency inherent in every form, shape, colour, size, and energy in the Cosmos, surpassing, transcending time and space.

“Poetically, the emotions invoked by this particular frequency can best be described as a calm still lake, reflecting a clear image of the world outside. The drop of a leaf sends ripples across it and the lake becomes still again.

“It is a frequency which is fluid, spontaneous, eternal, inherent and at one with everything.

“It is the calm, silent black noise one hears when a light breeze blows on a calm evening, as the leaves in the park rustle while the warm sunlit bench absorbs one’s body into it, the sound invoking a sense of peace, security, love, understanding and joy once one lets go in that moment.

“The challenge is to understand that we’re free flowing energies vibrating at a dense level, creating matter, with the true source of it all being the 320 Hz frequency.” The priest read from the monitor as the audience listened raptly.

“This is today’s reflection,” the priest said as he closed the programme and switched to another.

“All Hail 320 Hz!” one yelled, leading to cries of the same resounding in the huge marble hall, its floor decked with diamonds and gold with a large sculpted and carved out 320 Hz on a dark blue meteorite at the front.

“Hertz! Hertz! Hertz!” The priest yelled, leading the crowd to yell the same.

And then there was silence again as everyone sat back on their metal benches, as tablets were passed about with everyone’s screen displaying the 320 Hz symbol.

“Let’s start with Chapter 67, Verse 29 to begin today’s discussion,” the priest said as he coughed slightly, adjusting the large, loose golden satellite dish crowned atop his head with the word Hertzling inscribed on it in black.

“The 320 Hz can only be tapped when an energy has relinquished itself as the ‘Doer,’ ultimately defining itself as the moment and experience of the free flowing present occurrence itself.” The priest read from the translucent monitor screen infront of him, and then stopped and looked at the crowd.

“Now, what is Omni the First trying to tell us?” he asked.

There was silence in the hall. Taking this as an opportunity to boast his intellectual knowledge, the priest decided to provide a short commentary about the particular verse, and explained “Omni is indirectly telling us that 320 is the creator of everything! It is our creator and this is where I would want to briefly state that as followers of our Lord and God 320 Hz, we should be wary of parties who are trying to sway our path, to lead us astray. These groups are dangerous to the planet and should not be entertained.”

Across the back row, two youths sat. The left one, a girl, whispers to the right, a boy, “I think this is bullshit.”

The boy whispered, clearly annoyed, “Quiet! I’m trying to hear!”

The priest continued, “The key here is to understand the word, “tapped,” he said as he tapped his crown on his head, drawing laughter from the audience. He was a well known priest in that particular sector, a man who could be seen driving his old lady atop a hover-bike for breakfast, lunch and dinner.

“As stated by Omni in the Holy 320 Hz Tablet, we need to tap into 320 Hz’s frequency by constantly downloading his loving messages by allowing ourselves to be barcoded. That way, the recently built 100 meter dish atop this Holy place – thanks to our esteemed and honorouable followers–” The priest quickly acknowledged a group of five men in black, with rubber like emotionless faces, sitting at the front reserved spots and continued, “That way, the dish can transmute 320 Hz’s loving energies to you and to your family continuously. Omni has shown us the way! We shall follow it!”

The crowd cheered on.

“This is the Salvation which was depicted in all religions, and this is why our Conduit, our loving 320 Hz Tuned One, Omni, destroyed all religions and has brought this knowledge up to a global scale and made it a part of our life!”

The crowd sent praises resounding off the metal walls of the building.

The two youths at the back listened intently. The girl whispered, “Something is not right.”

The boy with the barcode on his left hand rolled his eyes and replied, “For crying out loud! Hear the priest, he means well. Look at his sincerity!”

The priest ended his speech and gave way way to a group of old women and young kids belting out a horrible a cappella rendition which was composed in that supposed frequency. The old ladies sang:

320…. Oooooohhhh
320… ooouuuu!

The kids belted out, “Hertzzzzzzzzzzzz,” continuously following a rapid low pitched rhythm.

This went on for about three minutes before the rendition ended with a clash and bang by a little kid playing a drum at the back.

The audience clapped as the girl said to the boy, “I am also starting to wonder if 320 Hz – the frequency, I mean – would actually sound like what we had just heard,”

“Would you shut up! I was raised in a 320 Hz environment and look at me! I’m okay. Why are you so fearful?” the boy lost his temper.

“I’m not! I’m just very suspicious. Look, I was brought up in a 320 Hz environment too but many of the things, although sounding noble, does not add up. I think everyone is misinterpreting what 320 Hz truly is,”

The boy rolled his eyes and turned to face the girl. He chanced upon the barcode on her left arm and something dawned upon him.

Eyeing her suspiciously, he asked, “Lucy-Fern, when was the last time you downloaded our Lord 320 Hz’s messages?”

Lucy kept silent, her eyes darting about. The priest’s voice could be heard in the background as the boy probed again.

“When was the last time you tuned into our One Lord, One God, One Creator’s Divine Frequency?” His penetrating glare eyed Lucy accusingly.

The girl remained silent.

“Lucy?”

“I have not tuned in for a week, Isa Jesudas!” she replied.

There was a look of shock on Isa’s face. “What about the Holy Water? Did you drink it every morning as per our requirement?”

Lucy shook her head. The priest started belting out another song.

“Lord 320 Hz…” Isa held his face, his body shivering. “What are you doing?”

Lucy snapped, “Don’t you find it odd? I’m finding it weirdly odd. Something is just not right and I know it!”

Isa stared at her in disbelief. “You’re hay-wiring!”

“No, I’m not! I’m waking up!” She whispered loudly.

The priest ended his song and proceeds to end the ceremony with his last sermon as Isa shook his head in disbelief.

“You’re going mad,” he said as Lucy stood up and walked out of the door.

“I just want to remind you, that 320 Hz is always protecting you, guiding you. Just remember to continuously, diligently, do a Hertzling’s duty by tuning into our Lord’s frequency every morning and before bed through the devices installed in your homes. Start the day with the Holy Water and end the day with The Holy Water. This is the way to be one with 320 Hz,” the priest droned, his eyes fixated on Lucy as she slammed the door behind.

***

Outside, Lucy removed the hair-ban and let it out her hair, her legs carrying her past Mamak joints, as hover vehicles loomed over her head.

Ahead, the vast Kuala Lumpur metropolis loomed as dusty blackened skyscrapers stood silently, like doomed watchful guardians, as droids in police uniforms could be seen hovering slowly, beeping, patrolling.

She walked pass a group of young men sat at a pub nearby as a droid offered them drinks. The words, “320? inscribed on the bottles. They cheered, “Happy New Year!” and gulped down the fizzy bluish liquids.

Over her head, a large semi translucent screen played an advertisement of the drink.

“320! The drink of the God!” the caption read as a youthful man chugged down a large bottle.

“Drink 320, vote for 320!” The man gave a thumbs up after wiping his lips as a symbol of the number 3 replaced his image.

As Lucy crossed the street filled with hoverbikes and hovering vehicles, some beeping loudly, the advertisement gave way to a public service announcement, “It’s 2115! All praise 320 for making it this far!”

A drone hovered slightly overhead, beeping, as a yellow light blinked and zoomed close to Lucy.

It descended to her face and flashed white light.

“Owww!” She covered her face.

The drone whirred slightly, comprehending Lucy’s image in its system and then hovered away casually as its light turned blue.

“Fucking drones…” Lucy said as she darted a street and past several fast food restaurants with large queues of people looking to order their food.

“I can’t wait to try the new Double Processed Cheese Appam Balek 320!” A kid can be heard exclaiming excitedly as his mother looked down and smiled.

Innocence, thought Lucy as she started jogging.

Several minutes later, she arrived at her location: a quiet looking cafe tucked in an alleyway, hidden from the noise and dark colours of the metropolis.

Potted plants surrounded the hundred-year old building. A tiny pond murmured, filled with koi. Lotus plants floated on its still waters. The gates clanked as she walked in, the greenery greeting her as she removed her shoes and walked into the lawn and sat on a white table.

An old man in a white robe greeted her.

“Welcome! And what brings a pretty woman such as yourself into this promiscuous-looking cafe?” The old man smirked as his white mustache and beard danced gently.

“I’m here to see the 21st Century Buddha,”

The old man looked around and nodded.

He walked into the cafe and moments later a young man in a white robe with a black hat, a cigarette in his mouth walked out and sat before Lucy.

“Very few come looking for me. And yet, here you are,” he said as he observed Lucy.

“I’ve been told that the whole 320 Hz thing is a conspiracy. And when I asked people around, there is growing voice out there on the ground that everything is a fluke. Everything is a…” She searched for the word.

“That everything is a hologram?” the 21st Century Buddha ended her sentence.

“Yes. We’ve all been misled.”

“How did you come to hear of me?”

Lucy looked at the green grass.

“I heard you telling me to come meet you here today, at this time,” she said softly.

The 21st Century Buddha smiled. “Which proves that humans have telepathic abilities,” he said as he held his hand out.

“Let me see your barcode,” as Lucy held her left hand, his fingers running on the barcode.

“You’ve not been downloading any messages from those silly devices?”

“No.”

“For how long?”

“A week.”

“A week and you were able to penetrate my frequency,” the 21st Century Buddha said in awe. He continued to observe the barcode curiously.

There was silence as he studied Lucy’s arm. Lucy observed the Buddha. He seemed to be in his late twenties and yet there was an air of wisdom about him. A sense of familiarity.

The birds chirped in the distance as the noisy but calming hum of the metropolis purred gently. A gentle breeze blew as the trinkets and dreamcatchers clinked and danced, giving the impression of invisible fingers running through them.

“How does 320 Hz truly sound?” Lucy asked.

The Buddha looked around, his palm wide open, revealing the space the both were in.

“Like this,” he smiled. “The 320 Hz frequency is not malevolent. It has however been abused by those who misinterpret it.”

Lucy chanced upon the Buddha’s hands. There were no barcodes.

“How come you don’t have any?”

The Buddha said casually, “I removed them.”

“How come?” Lucy asked.

The Buddha looked up and replied, “Because I was Omni in my previous descent.”

***

“You have to understand, that this Universe is a projected hologram of you,” the Buddha began as he lit a cigarette.

“Meaning, all those 320 Hz freaks are me too?”

“Even them,” the Buddha inhaled the cigarette.

Lucy bit her lip. The warm glass of tea sat at the table as the distant chirping of birds can be heard in the lawn.

“How did you know that you were Omni?”

“I can’t prove it to you, but I can confidently say that whatever is being interpreted and disseminated by the Hertzling is misconstrued through force and fear to control the masses.”

The 18-year-old scratched her head, “Who exactly is behind the Hertzling?”

The Buddha sipped his tea and corrected Lucy.

“The question is not who, but what?”

***

Lucy bid the Buddha farewell and walked out of the lonely alley and out into the dark city. A taxi hovered close by.

“Taxi?” The Indian man asked.

“Yes, is it metered?”

“We charge to your barcode.”

Lucy shook her head. “Nevermind.”

The taxi man grumbled as Lucy proceeded to walk, ignoring the man.

She walked slowly this time, observing everything taking place before her.

A droid at the 24/7 Mamak she walked past beeped alarmingly as it whizzed past Lucy, carrying trays of food and drinks to the restaurant’s patrons. A large screen played a documentary. It had old footage of a youthful-looking man in a t-shirt and jeans, his face calmly serene and yet filled with mystical expressions, speaking during what appeared to be an interview. His voice was inaudible as the narrator continued on.

“One of the things that makes Malhertzia the best sector in this region is because of its firm pride and belief in its prophet, who was born in this region a hundred years ago.

“Omni the First, our beloved Prophet of 320 Hz, was born on July 7th, 1987 and died after succumbing to Ebola in 2020. His spirit now lives on through the unification of all religions under the 320 Hz banner.

“With all religions destroyed, leading to an economic crisis and all-around turbulent period, 320 Hz had become the only true path in seeking peace, love and compassion. With these ideals in mind, Omni’s People’s Party (OPP) won a major landslide victory and became the sector’s Ruling Authoritative Government (RAG). It operates under Global Hertzling (GH), the governing body for the planet. GH plays representative to our honorable saviours, the reptilian Annunaki who arrived in 2020 to assist human beings to ward off a large alien invasion. It was 320 Hz, the very same frequency that every Hertzling taps into in the morning and night, that was used by Omni to call the reptilians for help.”

Visuals of the reptilian representatives played. The visuals depicted them of different sizes, some large, some thin, some short, some stout, some lean. But each one had the same light yellow-green, scaly skin.

“This year’s election sees OPP marching on towards its 95th year of ruling Malhertzia. Vote for OPP to constantly remain at peace and in the present.” The documentary ended.

Lucy shut her ears. She knew the documentary was a sham. Everything taught to her in school was a lie. Everything relayed to her by the sector’s leaders was total bullshit.

A fluke. A total fluke.

The conversation with the Buddha replayed in her head.

“It started off innocently a hundred years ago,” said the Buddha inhaling the cigarette smoke. But first, an introduction, our planet was known as Earth and this land was referred to as Malaysia.

“The Hologram was a tried and tested method, used in gaming in 2020 to give the perception that the gamer was in a real environment. Five years later, after much controversy and debate, the then-government passed a controversial law allowing ‘Pain and Emotion’ to be included into the Hologram, giving the sense that we’re in a true living environment. And we’ve been stuck here ever since.”

Lucy’s mouth gaped.

“You’re telling me we’re in a holographic game now?”

“As you’re speaking, as you’re hearing, as you’re seeing, as you’re feeling and comprehending, yes,” the Buddha smiled.

“But why?”

The Buddha took a puff of his cigarette. “This is where I have to reveal to you. It is the Elitists, or the 1% who work for the reptilians.”

The Buddha continued. “Omni was a young lad at that time and he had understood that everything concerning 2115, intentions held utmost importance hundred of years ago. He understood it and awakened and started propagating his views through Facebook to lessen the negative intentions.”

“What is Facebook?” Lucy asked.

“They omitted this part in your history lessons,” the Buddha shook his head dejectedly.

“I don’t get you…” Lucy said, observing the Buddha.

“Facebook was a medium of sorts on this platform called the Internet – which is now heavily controlled and used by the Hertzling to allow us to download 320 Hz’s supposed faux loving messages through those silly devices. The devices installed in every home are actually mind controlling methods designed by the reptilians to control masses, keep them in check through a hoax 320 Hz frequency and the Holy Waters you drink, those have been spiked as well”

“That explains why I felt different after not drinking it and not tuning into the frequency. I started understanding many things which were taught to me as taboo when I was a child.”

“One of the stages of waking up from this silly dream,” the Buddha smiled.

Lucy smiled back slowly.

“Now, Omni,” he said as he sipped his tea, “he grew quite a following leading the Elitists to grow fearful of him silently. His ideologies and the manner in which he perceived the world was of so much wisdom, truth and love that many started to question the ruling governments. He crossed the line when he started speaking about the reptilians and the 320 Hz openly.”

There was silence as Lucy observed the Buddha staring blankly in space at the lawn.

“Then in 2020, the darkest year in the planet, taking the alien invasion as an opportunity, they assassinated Omni – who was already hailed as a highly intellectual philosophical figure of his time. They took advantage of his fame by holding a massive funeral service which was reported heavily by the media to obscure the purchasing of the rights to his free for all work. Using Omni’s work as a shield, they called on all religions to be destroyed and united under a banner—320 Hz. Omni, now heralded as a prophet and saviour, and his messages were twisted and turned, edited and added, used as a front, a façade for the dark dealings between men and reptilians that take place behind the posters and carvings of the holy number representing the supposedly auspicious frequency.”

There was silence as the Buddha stubbed out his cigarette. “A couple of decades later I was born and managed to download memories of my previous descent which reminded me, ultimately leading me to quit practising these unnecessary rituals when I was 20. I managed to tune in to the true 320 Hz frequency through my own ways which included meditation, ample amount of solitude and contemplation,”

There was calming silence. They both looked into each other’s eyes.

“Lucy,” he turned to face her, “You have to know, that since it is a hologram, you can break the rules and decode yourself. Starting here. If Omni can do it, so can you and everyone,” He placed his warm palms on Lucy’s heart, bringing her an odd sense of peace and calm.

***

A train hovered above as the rain started to fall, pounding Lucy’s head and soaking Kuala Lumpur as several denizens holding placards stood demonstrating. Rallies and protests were a norm. Clashes between security droids and protestors no longer dominated the headlines, as it had become a part of life, similar to how terrorist attacks were some hundred years ago.

Lucy walked past the group who stood screaming angrily and towards a group of drunk citizens who crowded around a large screen with the numbers 320 being screened to usher in the New Year.

“5!” The crowd yelled excitedly.

Lucy stopped to observe them. The Buddha’s image kept replaying in her head. His voice echoing, thundering in his mind.

“4!”

She didn’t observe a group of men in black stalking her.

“3!”

She sensed something odd and turned about face, leading the men to start running towards her. Their rubbery faces slid away, revealing reptilian faces with malicious intent in their red eyes.

“2!”

Lucy braced herself. The words of the Buddha rang out loud, “It is all a hologram, Lucy! Trust yourself!”

“1!”

“Wake up!” Lucy hears the Buddha scream in his head.

***

Isa Jesudas removed the virtual reality headset and breathed a sigh of relief.

“How was it?” came a voice crackling from the speakers in the dark room.

“It felt so fucking real! I actually thought I was Lucy in the game!” Isa screamed in excitement as the room came to light.

“Yeah, 320 Hz is still in its prototype stage as of now. We hope to release it next year after making several minor but very important adjustments,” the voice said.

Isa stood and rubbed his eyes, an excited smile played on his lips as he repeats, “It felt so real…”

“Anyways, it’s New Year’s Eve today. How do you plan on ushering in 2020, lah?” The voice crackled.