Completed with the blessings of-

Infinite Consciousness
Infinite Awareness
Infinite Love

Dedicated to all the Beautiful Women in the world who nobly assist Men by playing various roles in
our lives:

of a Respectful-Caring Mother who is always sacrificing for others,

Pesky-Affectionate Sister who is always there for emotional support,
Charming-Dutiful Wife who is always working 24x7 (least credited role),
an Adorable-Warm Friend who is always willing to help and
a Passionate-Loyal Lover who will , by luck agree to play all the above roles in a Man’s life.
 Note by the Author

I am appreciative towards the one who inspired me to write this story

based on her real experiences. It is a privilege to know a Noble Soul
whom I personally consider as an example of humbleness,
perseverance and unbending support in my life. We seldom meet
people with whom we co-create ourselves into better Human beings,
with this said and with due respect I devote this work to her and to her
bold Spirit.
The following story is inspired from a woman who embraced morality
and resilience over failure and desperation. It is coated with a part of
fiction to put across an understanding of how Faith & Higher
Awareness can lead us to understand the Absolute Truth engraved
deep within our Hearts. We live in a world where promoting Brands
holds importance over promotion of Happiness and Love. Our minds
and ideas of reality are constantly shaped by commercials, society and
social media- wherein the Inner Self gets ignored over persuasion of
Money, Career and Relationships. Whatever, that has to happen
externally in one’s Reality starts its journey from within; journeying
through the consciousness and finally manifesting in Reality. Thoughts
create Reality.
I hope the reader enjoys this short story and shares with others!
Cheers!
 CONTENT
PART 1: AFTER LIFE YEAR 2100

Chapter 1: Last Day in the Life of Christine Miller

Chapter 2: Souls Paradise

Chapter 3: Souls Transit

PART 2: MISSING!

Chapter 1: Eyes Like Gem

Chapter 2: Past Regression

Chapter 3: Who pays the bill?

Part 3: PRESENT- A REPURCUSSION

Chapter 1: Born Gem

Chapter 2: Stolen Identity

Chapter 3: Insecure Security

Chapter 4: Consequence of Ignorance

Chapter 5: Despicable or Undervalued

RISE OF THE PHOENIX

 Time can Hurt you,

Time can Heal you,

Time can Test you,

But what time can’t do?

Time can’t influence Your Soul!

You are the SOUL

Part 1: Afterlife Year 2100
 Chapter 1: Last Day in the Life of Christine Miller
11/11/2100

It was a conspicuous ‘Sunday’ afternoon in Duke University, North

Carolina and there sat a 24 year old- Christine Miller clad in bright red professional
attire in front of her hoary desk facing the luminous window. Christine possessed a
sensational beauty having a fairness of milk, lush black eye brows. She was blessed
with glazy brown eyes but unfortunately, her charm was dwindling!

She was heart-broken by her life’s state! Christine is married with a child.
She is young, dynamic, quite responsible and a microbiologist by profession. She is
very ardent with her obsession of the micro-cosmoses all around her. Her
consideration to see minutest of details and appreciate the patterns, earned her a
position of a Human Behavior Researcher in Duke University; but at the cost of
everything else that she held precious to her heart- her family life, real love and her
true identity.

It is year 2100 where Humanity has raised to great heights in terms of

technological development. People are in love with things more than ever,
machines have out-smarted the people & the dependency of humanity on money
has just reached a new level of lowness. Many believe in Money and exceptionally
there are few empaths like Christine who believe in The Universe, The Divine and
The Infinite.

In 2100, adoption of any female child is illegal & a crime (The same
doesn’t imply to adoption of a male child). Whereas, female children aged 3 years to
14 years are traded away as Programmable Human-Product or Trainable Child-
Slave to anybody who can pay a good price, while couples who never have had
enough means to raise a daughter are the frequent sellers. ‘Smaller the age, larger
the price’ the young ones are easier to program and hence, be used as complying
slaves for rest of their lives. Its legal for clients or masters who buy a girl to assure
their true biological parents a good fortune at the cost of secrecy and no future
contact with their girl child. Some of the buyers are couples who are unable to bear
a child themselves. No one cares to identify and correct the root cause of this
hideousness, but it really doesn’t matter as long as money is involved!
 What role does Christine have in all this?

Christine, had a date with destiny: She is a victim of child selling herself
and also she is a Human Behavior Researcher which places her in a position of
moral responsibility to end this atrocity. She understands the triggers of social
upbringing that make couples unable to take care of themselves; let alone
upbringing a girl child with love, care and proper education. She is researching on a
medical paper- “Epigenetic Contractions due to a changing social environment on couples
and its effect on a very less frequently used organ between the ears a.k.a The Brain.”

She envisions that her research will help stop this violation of childs right
with the help of an attorney & some social reformers willing to support her.
Christine had lost her childhood as a slave and her master is her present husband
[Mr. Jason Miller], she doesn’t know anything about her real biological parents! She
knows not her true ethnicity & she is bounded by law to work, love and live as a
Miller.

Her true identity & details of her biological parents are with Mr. Jason
Miller, her husband or her rightful owner as per the Law. She can’t escape from
him, as she always has a chip inserted somewhere in the veins of her neck which
keeps a track of her movements. If she breaches any of the contract terms or plans
an escape then she can be put to death at that very instant by click of a wireless
switch. It will hemorrhage her veins & she has no idea who controls the wireless
switch- Jason Miller or the Transchild & Co.?

Christine’s life is covered by a contract between Jason Miller and

Transchild & Co, a Global Scale Organization which litigates child selling deals and
provides cover to the owners if the guaranteed human-product defaults from the
purpose. In case of Christine, her purpose is to serve Jason Miller as: a Faithful
Working Slave-Wife.

There are so many like her, all around her immersed in fear and none
of them have an iota of tracking the wireless switch controlling their lives. It is a
part of a contract-secret between the individual owner of the child slave and
Transchild & Co.
 Christine often thinks that she choose to be brave and fearless, she never
feared death! She knew in heart of her heart that she is neither her body nor her
mind, she is the SOUL or perhaps something beyond the Soul itself! Christine, her
true nature is the Divine Feminine. It is a principle which is emergent in Nature
having its origin from the Creator, a forgotten Truth of what makes a woman-
WOMANLY. Her heart is pure and her souls urge to end this kind of suffering is
furious. Trying industriously to come up with a solution to end child selling- she
frequently spends time alone in her office, researching!

However, she felt quite restless today [11/11/2100]; as it was her 6 year
old son’s birthday and she had forgotten to buy a present for him. This scared her
till death as her little kid’s tantrums and her husband’s knack of judging will
definitely bring her spirits down. He will never let go of such an opportunity to add
dreadfulness in middle of his slave-wife’s hectic life. Yes, marriages are made in
heaven but not all! Many are destined as lessons to the soul and people misinterpret
it as suffering. There is nothing like suffering, there never was anything like
suffering. All that there is, is an immaculate stretch of possibilities in one’s life and
one’s way of dealing with it.

Christine sat anxious in front of the desk, while her mind raced around
the shopping mall in the downtown searching mentally for a 2100 toy model of a
Super Galactic Avenger Iron Man Suite which her kid requested for his birthday as
a present, the night before. He demanded it, he loved the 72nd movie of Avengers &
crazed about Iron Man. Iron Man is still alive in peoples mind and heart, while the
actors who played Iron Man have been long forgotten! Christine agreed to buy him
an Iron Man suite. Her son placed his request [or maybe a demand: taking into
consideration his gawking] in exchange of hugging his mother good night and poor
Christine had no choice but to assure him that his request will be fulfilled. Abruptly,
her mental search was interrupted and she heard a knock on the office door. Her
eyes gazed at the fine curvy CCTV monitor placed in the middle of her crowded
desk; it displayed her smiling personal assistant in Duke University. His name is
Ronald, who is currently peering into the camera with his bright eyes. Ronald loves
to wear white shirt and white pants every day, only thing consistent about his
dingy personality!
 “Hey, Christine, it’s your lucky day, you had a visitor and he has sent this for
you!” he said, lifting up a large bouquet of red roses and literally shoving them onto
the camera at the top of the sliding door.

“What does it say, who sent it?” Christine enquired, she was totally
bewildered and the moment felt quite unexpected. Deep within her mind she knew
no body would be grateful enough to send her a bouquet of roses, for she knew not
of any grateful gestures in these times of disharmony and narcissism.

“It shows, no name of the sender here. But yea, a note in a sealed envelope
and outside its writ in red ink - To be opened by Christine Miller, Dept. of Micro-Bio, Duke
University” he added “The roses are fresh and blooming red in color. Must be a special
person, Yam sure!”

“OK, Ronald”, Christine allowed the door open by tapping the

buzzer below the desk. Ronald stepped inside gently and slightly rubbed his new
black shiny leather shoes on the golden matting covering the office floor. He wanted
to show off his new shoes & expected that Christine would appreciate them. He
looked in her direction smiling with a twisted lip, avoiding direct eye contact. He
placed the huge bouquet on her table with his jittery hands. He often felt nervous in
presence of Christine, he behaved like a beta male & Christine had no interest in
any kind of male what-so-ever.

He reached into one of his pockets of his bright white trouser and
pulled out a glary white looking twilled cloth made out of a synthetic material. He
continued smiling and walked tip toed towards the vanity mirror that Christine was
very fond of. It was placed in front of Christine on the table. He cleaned the dust off
the vanity mirror which was a total surprise to Christine!

“Now, my dear Christine, you may adore your spotless reflection in this!”-
he stated pointing his right hand towards the mirror, his bent torso facing Christine
and his big buttocks easing outwards from his white coat towards the back. His
stance reminded Christine of a butler and she smiled, she felt comfortable by
Ronald’s syrupy sweet expression of emotions. She knew, he adored her and would
do anything to make her day better.
 “Ah flowers! I love roses and the note is tied up with a leather cord, umm..
Strange!” Christine inspected the bouquet; she felt a vibe from the roses. It wasn’t a
normal vibe; her gut’s instinct interpreted them as something romantic with a touch
of knowingness. She closed her leafy eye lids and smelled the roses with maximum
concernment, while Ronald still holding his butler pose saw her smelling the roses
off and his mind felt romanticized by her impressive expression.

“These roses are from Tanglewood Park! This mystifying smell of sweetened
air is abundant, I have been there before!” said Christine with a brilliant smile. It made
her nostalgic; she clutched her teeth and covered her face with her hands. She was
expressing shyness but simultaneously experiencing pleasure within her body.
Ronald stood baffled and his hippo-hip further spread outward from back of his
coat until he leaned so much that he fell on the floor on his face!

She pulled opened the leather cord and read the letter, the hand-writing
was pretty much familiar to Christine!

Dear Christine,

Seems legit to get surprised at this impossible gesture of mine, extended

towards you. Please, don’t sue me! It would be wise on my part to not ask you any obvious questions but
rather get to the point of sending you these beautiful flowers and this precious note. Life gets a bit
queasy and cheesy, doesn’t it? Life feels hard to manage at times with too many complaints and no one
really to understand you. Forget about love but getting your hands on a piece of fresh day and a
peaceful sleep seems quite impossible, sometimes. Aren’t you suffering from lack of liveliness and free
space or are you really anxious about your kids present?

Don’t be surprised! I know a lot about you & what you are going through, I am
aware of your state of life. But you are not sure of who I am? Relax, Love- meet me at the Tanglewood
Park at sharp 5pm in the evening, don’t miss. You must express your gratitude for these flowers by
showing up today. Need not worry about your kid’s birthday present it will be taken care of. He cares a
lot more for the ‘2100 Super Galactic Avenger Iron Man Suite’ -so your absence today will not have
much of a considerable affect on him or his birthday celebrations with Mr. Jason Miller.

Take Care

Your Life-line

“From my heart to yours”

 “It must be him, it must be him!” She yelled at the top of her voice with
spirit of awe and within she truly felt free for few moments. Until the dark clouds of
reality took over the free skies of her soul- covering the ground she stood on with
gloom and sorrow, once again! She felt terrified, as heading towards Tanglewood
Park would result in breaching the contract terms and her husband would get
notified.