Book 5: Another Way

Episode 6

© by William Arthur Holmes

“How do we know what you’re saying is true?” the woman finished her thought. “I don’t recall reading any of this in the Bible or Quran or even the Vedic Hymns.”

“Wow, citing the Quran and Vedic Hymns. I’m impressed! Anyway, no, we can’t be sure. And, no, I’m not lying. This is all just my own take on things after reading all of the above references, meditating, thinking things through over the years, and intuiting on my own. That last one, intuition – literally internal learning, teaching yourself – takes precedence over all the rest. Never underestimate your innate sense of knowing.

“Anyway, I laugh when employment ads say they require a college degree for jobs that I know for a fact don’t require a degree. Half a brain, sure. College degree? No. And half of them don’t even say exactly which degree is required. They just want proof that you were gullible enough to invest four years of your life in The System and accumulate enough student debt to make yourself a virtual indentured servant!”

Another attractive woman, younger than the previous two, with dark-brown hair, bright blue eyes, and dressed in a two-tone blue, loose-fitting, checkered jumper stood to speak.

“Is my entire audience,” Dobie chuckled, “made up of beauty pageant contestants who stumbled into the wrong conference room?”

An elderly white-haired woman in the front row nodded and raised her hand. Everyone laughed, and she soaked it in, smiling wide.

“Just so you know,” he continued, “there is no conspiracy theory portion of the pageant.”

With another smattering of laughter from the audience, Dobie hoped this dark-haired beauty standing before him was friendlier than that Audrey woman.

“I agree with you,” the young woman began. “Some of the smartest people I ever knew never went to college. They had to work for a living right away. Daddy was 15 when he dropped out of school to work at the factory.” She pointed off yonder, as a few in the crowd who knew her nodded.

Dobie sighed in relief. He had the blue-collar vote, his fellow commoners. Those were the only people he cared about but he realized if he was going to change the world he had to deal with people in suits.

“Thank you, Miss...?”

“Daniels,” she introduced herself with a smile and slight curtsy. “Kaylie Daniels.”