The Battle For Consciousness

The Battle For Consciousness

by Roberto Torres Rivera


Publisher Roberto Torres

Published in Science Fiction & Fantasy/Fantasy, Literature & Fiction/Contemporary, Science Fiction & Fantasy, Literature & Fiction

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Book Description

Previously titled A Messiahs Battle For The Human Realm, This is an adventure thriller for seekers of fantasy and alternate realities with real science and metaphisics

Sample Chapter

Jars with mixtures of leaves, stems, and green plant substance filled the shelves of her kitchen. A small table and single chair were all that fit among the many plants Melanie Ashton cared for. Her house, in a secluded part of the island, was also her botanical research lab. Many different species, individually potted and wired with tiny sensors, provided her with data that led to understanding about the information that these plants exchanged, and the ether that carried such information. She called this the bioenergic realm of the plants.

Melanie was always a vivid dreamer, especially after being wired up to her plants. But one night she had a very special dream. In it, an older, wise-looking man with deep, gentle eyes approached her.

“I’m so glad that I found you.”

“Me? What do you want with me?”

“Permission to enter your world.”

“Why do you need my permission?”

“I need a portal,” he said, handing Melanie a scroll. She sat on the ground and opened it, and although the writing was in strange symbols and shapes, she understood and agreed to care for the old man once he entered her world. Weeks after the dream, Melanie began experiencing cramps in her abdomen. Then she started feeling nauseous.

One night while inspecting her breasts, she found them slightly larger and very tender, and then remembered that she had missed her period as well. Confused and unable to explain how she could be pregnant without sex, she requested not to be disturbed because of her special research. Working with the plants was very comforting, and her communication with them and mapping of their bioenergic properties became easier and clearer as her fetus developed. Seven months later she went into labor. She lay on the floor, and with a slight push, she gave birth to a baby girl. The child’s warmth against her breast reminded her of all the information in the scroll, revealing to her that this child was that enlightened man she had met in her dream.

Within hours, Melanie’s strength and stamina had returned.

We knew by the stars that a special person had arrived, but didn’t know where she was or that she had come with instructions.


I’d already been having a hard enough time maintaining my composure, but now…this was just too much! Clearly, these people were full of shit, so I had to call them out.

“A little girl born without a father?” I asked in a loud and sarcastic tone. Endro reacted by looking at Justin and shaking his head while extending his palms in an I-told-you-so kind of gesture. Justin raised his hand and began to speak.

“She is highly enlightened and is here to help save your world. And yes, she came without a father.”

I stood silent for a moment, digesting what he had just said and trying to imagine the implications. Either these were a bunch of wacko religionistas, or they were the “Thinkers” they claimed to be, and were telling me the truth. Although I was still a little skeptical, I was able to maintain an inquisitive state of mind and listen without interrupting. Justin continued his story about Ashar, again evoking images in my mind.


Melanie carried Ashar wherever she went. By five years of age, Ashar was very familiar with the machines used for transportation. She mastered the control panel of the service vehicle within two minutes. Her little fingers flew over the keyboard and activated all the systems, bringing up maps of the island and all the towns on the screens. For her first five years, she was nurtured by Melanie and tutored by the greatest minds of the island. Then, as the scrolls instructed, she was to travel and learn on her own. She studied maps of the island, noting the many exciting and interesting places, but chose to go to the village of Talvet. And with a command on the keyboard, she was on her way.

When she arrived, she realized that this village was different from any other she had visited before. All the streets had gardens along the center, and the buildings were lined with a cushioned material. Although soft music permeated the air, she could feel the atmosphere was rather tense.

People unable to walk were transported to and fro by others dressed in white on chairs with wheels. These aides also helped others, who were different than anyone she had ever seen.

Some walked freely but with their hands contained inside their jackets.

She stood frozen, tears rolling down her cheeks; it was her first encounter with people not healthy and vibrant. She could feel the energy waves that the inhabitants emitted, but these were very different from ones she had felt before.

One old lady bent forward, as if the many layers of unnecessary clothing she wore pulled her down. With her eyes glued to the ground in front of her, she took step after agonizing step while holding a heated conversation with herself.

Ashar looked at her, confused. She could see that this person was split. Her body was in this world, but her mind was in a parallel one, incompatible with this one.

“Who are you talking to?” Ashar asked, surprising the old lady and causing her to stop and roll her eyes up to see who had dared cross her path. Her usual response to someone interrupting her was a lengthy and loud stream of incoherent words. Ashar, however, had a much different effect on her.

“You’re Ashar, aren’t you?” she asked, a rare smile on her face.

“Yes, how do you know?”

“Everyone on the island knows about you, even us,” she said, slowly turning her head to acknowledge the others who had begun congregating upon hearing Ashar’s name. Ashar had never felt these strange, painful feelings before. Not that she was afraid of these odd people around her, but she was overwhelmed by the discordance of their mental states and the agony they shared. It was the compassion and patience that she felt emanating from the ones dressed in white that gave her the strength to confront such a new and overwhelming situation.

“Welcome to Talvet. I’m Dr. Din,” the short, Asian-looking man dressed in white managed to say. He’d needed a few moments to compose himself after looking into Ashar’s eyes. “I can instruct the patients to leave you alone if you wish and answer any questions you may have.”

“You’re a doctor, these are your patients, and this is a hospital?” she asked, putting it all together.

“Yes, this village is where people who are ill come to get well. This area is where people whose minds are not well come to live. Why have you come to Talvet? There is nothing here but suffering and misery.”

“Suffering and misery were something the scholars could only tell me about, but not really teach me. I have to see these things for myself in order to understand.”

“I can teach you all about it,” said the old lady, as the other patients who were standing around moved in a fidgety and surprised fashion.

“Ines,” said Dr. Din. “I’ve never heard you talk coherently.”

“Ashar is leading me here. My mind can only find this world with her guidance. She is like a beacon.”

The doctors and nurses stood quietly, listening to Ines speak fluently for the first time, and though she spoke understandably, it was beyond their comprehension.

“Do you understand what she meant?” Dr. Din asked Ashar.

“Yes, Mr. Doctor, I do, and if it’s OK with you, I would like to get my answers from Ines and the others here you call patients. They would have more to teach me than you.”

For the following weeks, Ashar lived among them, learning about the illnesses of the mind and the body.

Ashar knew about the many parallel realities that existed, and how these realities became worlds to some people. Her knowledge of these other worlds and her ability to navigate them was of great help in understanding the condition of some of these patients. During her time in Talvet, Ashar learned about the different states of consciousness that plague people, and how some of them, like Ines, were split between multiple realities. She noted that how they thought, and what they thought about, were the main culprits in their condition.


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Author Profile

Roberto Torres Rivera

Roberto Torres Rivera

As a musician, I have performed on live television as well as multiple bands. As a composer, I have an award from the U.K.Songwriters contest. I was system engineer for a cable company and a radio engineer for a radio maintenance firm I've owned multiple businesses and have traveled to other countries on work assignments. I am in constant search for knowledge, the expansion of my consciousness and enlightenment. I own property deep in the Caribean National rain forest.where my spiritual guides teach me about the powers of the plant and animal kingdom as well as the powers within me. In my writings, I try to share in an entertaining and unimposing way a deeply spiritual and metaphysical perception of the world around us and within us

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