Divine Communication 'SEE YOU MORNING' 075 All Creatures Strive for Freedom Under the Frosty Sky
In November 2020, Lin Yuhui walked out of Shenyang Railway Station and took a stroll on the front square, planning to enter the station shortly before ticket checking started. He had passed the interview in Shenyang and just needed to wait for the scheduled time to report for work in Shanghai. A sense of ease gradually came over him as he wandered about.
He had been unemployed for five years in a row, which drove his wife and other family members away. At his hardest time, he only had five yuan to spend on living expenses each day. Lin Yuhui once had a clear plan for his life, yet his parents kept pressing him hysterically to use his meager living money to pay for their pension insurance, even boasting that they would cover the cost themselves afterwards.
The problem was that he could barely make ends meet day to day. After paying social security fees for several years, he only had a few thousand yuan left for daily use, and his parents never kept their promise to pay him back. It took Lin Yuhui more than forty years to see through their true selves. It was not that they were skilled at putting on a disguise, but that they were his parents — the ones who ought to care most about their child. In truth, they only feared being burdened by him.
Lin Yuhui finally got a chance to turn his life around. He landed a remote job with flexible working hours. He no longer worried about his poor physical condition failing to adapt to work, nor did he have to flatter those arrogant and incompetent leaders against his conscience. He could simply focus on his technical work.
Feeling thirsty after the earlier conversation, Lin Yuhui walked to the western end of the station square, where there stood a small supermarket. He went inside, wandered around the beverage section, and picked up a small bottle of Nescafé Latte priced at ten yuan.
He paid and walked out of the supermarket, sipping the sweet drink little by little. The bottle was well made, so after finishing the coffee, he tightened the cap and put the bottle into his pocket.
The afternoon sun in late autumn shed a rich golden glow on the buildings of Shenyang Railway Station. This historic building featured an earthy yellow main tone, which looked even fuller and sturdier under the golden sunlight, standing out against the deep blue sky in the background. A flock of crows circled above the building for a long time, free and relaxed.
Trapped in hardships for years, Lin Yuhui craved freedom intensely. He wished he could be as free as those birds. During the free time over these years, he had reflected deeply on his life and the world. Especially during the COVID-19 pandemic control that year, he began to use short-video social media apps he once disdained to obtain information. Apart from news, he also came across other engaging content, including discussions about consciousness, near-death experiences, psychic messages, the understanding of time and space, and extraterrestrial life.
He checked his watch. More than two hours remained before he needed to enter the station for waiting. Lin Yuhui stood on the square, watching the birds flutter their wings freely. He had not blinked for a long while, and his retinal photoreceptors seemed overexposed by the light. The edges of color blocks became softer and clearer, while the colors inside grew more vivid and saturated.
Lin Yuhui wondered: if the human body was a tool to perceive the world, could the view from my eyes let more beings see these free birds, and share my mood at this moment?
With this thought, he emptied his mind of all trivial distractions and shut out the worldly noises around him. All he saw was the towering station building, the crows flying above it and the blue sky behind. He stood still on the square, completely ignoring the hustle and bustle of people and vehicles around him.
He did not know if any other beings were admiring this scenery, but he hoped so. With that, he whispered in his heart: I share this beautiful view with all of you.
When he checked the time again, two hours had passed. To him, it had felt like merely a dozen minutes. He was amazed that he had stood motionless for two whole hours.
He returned home in a relaxed and cheerful mood, packing daily necessities, medicines, bank cards and cash for his new job. No one could live a long and stable life relying merely on luck. This was especially true for Lin Yuhui, who was born with insufficient cardiac blood supply and had blood vessels prone to blockage due to inflammation.
After finishing the packing, he went about his daily routine. He browsed social media to check the local pandemic situation and news of sudden deaths. Thanks to his past tough days, he had stocked up on medicines and food long before. The lockdown in the first half of the year barely affected him, and he viewed the changes of the world with a detached calm.
As he swiped through short videos, he saw a team filing lawsuits over alleged election vote fraud and demanding a recount. Lin Yuhui smiled. Numerous signs had shown that electoral cheating would happen, and he had warned others back in May, yet no one took it seriously. By then, lawsuits and vote recounts meant little — unless drastic measures were taken. But Lin Yuhui had long realized the leader lacked such courage. He still remembered how the man’s voice trembled when he stood on the White House balcony to give a speech after contracting COVID-19 while in office.
Now out of power, he would suffer severe suppression from opposing forces, for he was not part of the establishment and was regarded as an uncontrollable factor by the behind-the-scenes rulers. There were only two ways for him to hold onto power. One was to mobilize the law enforcement and military forces in his hand to launch a war. As for how to start it, that was his own decision, yet Lin Yuhui believed he had neither the courage nor the ability to do so. The other way was to openly declare the alleged vote fraud a coup against the incumbent government, which would allow him to take legitimate action against the opposing party.
He thought about writing a letter to remind the leader, leaving it to see if he dared to take action. As a technical professional, Lin Yuhui also disliked the radical left-wing ideas of the opposing party. Besides, the former leader was first and foremost a businessman, whose toughest move was launching trade conflicts. Looking back at history, it was always the opposing party that initiated foreign wars.
After reading the news, he watched foreign hypnosis regression videos. The original English audio was a bit hard to follow, but the vocabulary was simple, making it a good chance to practice English listening.
One video set him thinking deeply. When the hypnotist asked the hypnotized person what he was doing, the answer was: I am helping fish eggs hatch, and I am making sand for the beaches. Puzzled, the hypnotist asked, Making sand? Isn’t that what nature does? The hypnotized person replied: What do you think nature is?
Indeed, what was nature? Could nature possess consciousness? Or a kind of consciousness different from human beings? Just because humans had no way to prove its consciousness for now, did that mean it had none at all?
It was getting late. He played several rounds of Game for Peace to clear his mind, then washed up and went to bed. What a wonderful thing it was to embrace such carefree days.