Red Rudi and the Psychic Superpowers – Part 1


This is a four-part story set in the Transition period between the Old and the New Earth – the time we’re just about to move into.

Rudi was an average sort of boy – or that’s how he saw himself, anyway. Average height, average weight, average intelligence. With only one distinguishing feature –the colour of his hair, which was orange.

He did have another distinguishing feature too, though he didn’t know it.

If someone dropped everything out of their bag, he’d help them pick it up. If the toilet was blocked, he’d tell the caretaker. If Mr Whitcliffe was getting agitated because he’d misunderstood what had just happened in the classroom (and it was easy to spot this, because his face would start to twitch), Rudi would put up his hand and explain it to him.

Rudi didn’t see himself as particularly good or kind or brave – it was just that if he saw something that needed doing, he’d do it. If something needed sorting, he’d sort it. He hadn’t yet realised that this kind of thing is very unusual indeed. Most people think, ‘Well, somebody else can do that. And anyway, I’m busy. And look, here comes my bus.’

The teachers had noticed, of course, and had mixed feelings about it. He could be a head boy in the making, or he could turn out to be a right little troublemaker. Possibly both. They decided to keep an eye on him, and wait and see.

They didn’t have to wait very long.

Rudi’s views on the state of the world were ripening, and finding expression in his English essays, much to the concern of the English teacher, who was driven to seek supervision about them.

He said, for example, that given the state of the world, it was pretty irresponsible of people to have children, and that they should either be taxed heavily for it or have compulsory abortions.

He said, for example, that given school bullying, student debt, dead-end jobs, lack of affordable housing, wars, global warming and the Federal Reserve, it was hardly surprising that teenagers committed suicide. And that adults who said things like, ‘But it doesn’t make sense – he had so much to live for,’ had obviously not thought things through properly.

He said, for example, that what was needed was a global pandemic to drastically reduce the population of the world to manageable proportions.

Staffroom gossip now saw his main career options as totalitarian dictator or mass murderer. Possibly both. It was just a question of whether he opted for Fascism or Communism. The colour of his hair decided it, and from that point on he was ‘Red Rudi’ in the staffroom, though not in front of the Headmaster.


Disclosure hit, and hit the staffroom hard. The teachers arrived late and bleary-eyed, with their hair dishevelled and their breath reeking of alcohol, and on one occasion wearing their pyjama bottoms (but that was Mr Whitcliffe, so perhaps it didn’t count.) They blundered about the school, forgetting to fill in forms, leaving their marking behind, turning up in the wrong classrooms, and shouting at the boys for no reason.

The boys coped much better, since very little of it came as a surprise. In fact they’d been discussing these matters amongst themselves and in chat-rooms for months, and wondering when it was all going to happen.

Rudi found it fascinating. At last everything made sense. He stayed up half the night watching Disclosure Programs on the telly with his parents, who were too distracted to notice how little sleep he was getting. But he was so stimulated by it all that it was some days before he crashed. Conveniently, he crashed at the weekend and slept through Saturday and half of Sunday, since his parents had forgotten all about his scheduled activities and were anyway catching up on sleep themselves. The whole planet was probably doing the same. The town was strangely quiet, with only the occasional car or bicycle on the roads.

There were some embarrassing aspects to Disclosure, as far as Rudi was concerned. Chief among them was the fact that his own idea of drastically reducing the world’s population by means of pandemic disease had already been attempted by the Global Elite for nefarious reasons of their own. He blushed to find his strategy so closely aligned with theirs, and hoped nobody had noticed.

Now that his solution to the state of the world had been so roundly discredited, he searched the web for alternatives, which is how he came across the message of the Blue Avians: to concentrate on becoming more loving, more forgiving, more focussed on ‘service to others,’ and raising your state of consciousness.

What for?

Well, it seemed that the state of the world was actually created by the state of consciousness of its humans. So if we imagined bad things would happen, they would. If we cultivated feelings of fear, hatred and the desire for revenge, this would create more bad situations. But if we expected good things to happen, and had feelings of love and forgiveness and gratitude, we would create good things in our lives. And if enough of us did that, the whole world would change for the better.

All this seemed fairly straightforward, and made perfect sense to Rudi. And now he knew what had to be done, he set about doing it.

To help produce feelings of love and forgiveness and gratitude in himself, he began meditating before school. This worked so well that he started a pre-school meditation club. He introduced the message of the Blue Avians, and found that he had a gift for inspiring other children. Numbers grew. Soon he started an after-school meditation club as well.

‘Blooming heck!’ said the teachers (actually, they said something much ruder than that, which can’t be reproduced here.) ‘Worse and worse. Not a totalitarian dictator, then, but a religious leader. Maybe one who inspires their followers to commit acts of terrorism or suicide. Possibly both. And instead of all this happening at some distant point in the future, it could happen soon. And here.’

This mild paranoia was a common side-effect of Disclosure. So many conspiracy theories had been proved right that the people who’d ridiculed them in the past were now seeing conspiracies everywhere – even though there were hardly any left.

So the teachers went on Red Alert. But without telling the Headmaster, of course.

Part 2 coming soon.


© Sue J Davis 2015

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