Updated: 6 days ago
Basyl’s early years were spent living in the city exposed to different cultures and lifestyles. Although her parents were strict, they could not shelter her from everything. Well, that was until they acquired land alongside three other families with the ultimate goal to establish an off-grid homestead. That would be free from the destructive influences of the outside world. In other words, a place where you could raise your family in a structured and safe community. Everything, in the beginning, seemed to be as expected. The families built, harvested, and established a successful homestead for the last 15 years. Then, one night everything changed when Basyls dreams placed her on a journey that she was not expecting—in the end, triggering a domino effect in the physical and mystical realms.
Episode 1: The Beginning
Utopia is what most people only dream about— because it is usually never possible, especially within large groups of people, due to the misuse of power, greed, or someone’s ego always getting in the way. Since I was a little girl, my parents have always made me dream about living in a society without the fear of being robbed, kidnapped, raped, murdered, or even without racism. The numerous amounts of stereotypes, corruptions and that is just naming a few of them. Sadly, that is what our reality was at one point. However, my family and three other families that we were close with were fond believers that just because we could not change the world— that did not mean that we could not change our current circumstances by creating our own space of utopia. Unfortunately, the world as a whole was so lost and beyond damaged that there was no way that we could obtain utopia as a society. So, together our families bought 250 Acres of gated land and created our own off-the-grid homestead. We are considerably private and do not publicize our exact location. Doing so would jeopardize our entire way of life and dismantle the utopia that we created without the outside world’s interference.
Our community consists of mostly families, but our numbers are still relatively small— yet just enough to suit our needs. We all participate in the functioning and maintenance of our homestead. Therefore, everyone has a role to play. We have farmers, herbalists, doctors, attorneys, teachers, counselors, spiritual clergy, contractors, and even electricians to sum it up. Hence, why education is so important to us. In other words, even if the child decides that they just want to take part in one of the trade jobs, they are still homeschooled until they graduate high school like everyone else.
As you can see, the owners of the Siyón, otherwise known as the Shepherds, were very tedious when it came to the structure and the type of individuals that were allowed to join us on the homestead. They felt it was not only important to pick people that genuinely believed in their mission and way of life but people that could also serve a purpose. Whether it was through skills, protection, or knowledge to keep the homestead afloat to maintain our independence.
Ultimately, it was probably one of the smartest decisions and perhaps the main reason we have had such a successful homestead for the last 15 years. It still seems unreal that we moved here when I was just ten years old, and now, I am 25 years old with a child and a husband of my own. I cannot even come to explain how thankful I am that my family made the sacrifice to establish such a beautiful place for us to call home. We have over 50 acres just for our crops and then 40 acres for our animals. We currently live on about 100 acres consisting of our tiny homes, mini market, greenhouse, cafeteria, schoolhouse, workshop garage, wellness, and even our recreational center. We also have what we call the “Shepherd House,” which is where our weekly meetings occur. It is also the office for the Shepherds, which consists of two people from each of the four primal families, so several areas are off-limits to the community.
By the way, if you were wondering— we are not some outdated community oblivious to the outside world. We have televisions, the internet, phones, and computers. The majority of our stuff is censored, so we cannot watch movies or television shows containing a lot of violence and/or explicit language. Our internet is also monitored, and only specific sites are accessible. Our only phone is located in the Shepherds House, but we barely use it considering everyone’s immediate loved ones are typically already living on the Siyón. Throughout, the homestead we communicate via walkie-talkies or our intercom system. Ultimately, phones are rarely wanted. Our electronics and computers are only available at certain times and only in the recreational center. We have some computers in the schoolhouse, but they are not for personal use. We are also not allowed any social media. I know that sounds a bit drastic, but when you do not grow up with certain things being an essential part of your everyday life. It is not a significant loss or sacrifice. Most of the kids either came here as a young child or were born here. So, most of them are not accustomed to knowing anything else anyways.
Our day is kind of like any other average person’s day-to-day life. The school day starts at 8 a.m. and ends at 2 p.m. The only difference is that we attend school 4 days a week, and our Sunday is reserved for our spiritual healing. After the school day ends, the children are responsible for fulfilling their daily chores before dinner at 6 p.m. If they get done early, you will find most of the kids out in the field playing a sport, at the playground, or in the recreational center. Following, dinner we all clean up, and they might have an hour free before our 8 p.m. wash up before bed. At ten o’clock, it is lights out for the whole homestead. Now, the adults will typically start their day at 6 a.m. until about 2 p.m. while others begin at 8 a.m. and might do their jobs till about 5 p.m. It just really depends on their job.
You are probably wondering who I am, right? Well— my name is Basyl, and obviously, this is my journal. Lately, I have been experiencing the most vivid dreams, and to be honest, I do not know what to even think about them. I want to tell my husband Cato or someone, but I am so consumed with this feeling that I cannot tell anyone. As a result, I decided to do what I do best—and start writing about it. In the end, killing two birds with one stone. Oh, how beautiful it is when therapy and passion meet. Anyhow, from the moment that I have arrived on this land. I have been overwhelmed with this feeling that I am connected to it. Almost like, I had finally come home. The trees, soil, and even the air smelled sweet, refreshing, and familiar. To be expected, I overlooked it.
Well, that was until I had the weirdest dream when I was about six months pregnant with my daughter Isabella. At the time, I thought it was just another one of my crazy pregnancy dreams. However, it always stuck with me because I literally just walked through these silent but cold grounds of what I believed to be was a plantation in maybe the late 1600s or early 1700s. Clearly, this was just my observation based on the Colonial American style of the Big house. In Addition, to the several different little shacks located around the land. A few being the quarters that housed at least 10-15 slaves that slept restlessly in each of the barracks. It was horrible, heart-wrenching, and by far one of the most challenging parts of my walkthrough.
Apparently, no one could see me— because it was as if I was a ghost. That was stuck walking through some random plantation for what felt like a lifetime. When I finally awoke, I was so relieved and exhausted, but I could initially not put my finger on what had just happened. I just remember being hit with this intense aching feeling from my body like I had been walking or running all night. Then, instantly parts of my dream started rushing back, and at that moment, I could not believe what I had just experienced nor why? Nevertheless, I let it go and went back to sleep.
A few weeks passed, and the dream was becoming just another distant memory. Well— that was up until I had the second dream that took place at the same plantation. Except for this time, I followed some of the captured slaves through a trail in the woods that took us to a larger group of slaves gathering for some type of ritual led by this beautiful woman of African descent. She was wearing ripped and dirty clothing, but it did not take away from her beauty. She danced and chanted in this tune that sounded so weightless and intimate. However, that feeling quickly disappeared once she sacrificed an innocent goat.
Thankfully, I woke up right after because it was awful. I am not going to lie— I could not help but sick to my stomach because of it. The worst part is that it was only the beginning because I had to watch over 10 different slaves during my next dream, including the woman who led the ritual in my prior dream, get whipped and beaten while tied to different trees surrounding the Big house. They screamed— in a way that would haunt me for the rest of my life. I screamed, cried, and pleaded for them to stop, but no one heard me. I was just a ghost there clearly to watch and not intervene. It killed me. Yes, I was aware of slavery and what occurred. I am a black woman, but to see it firsthand was a whole different experience. No book, story, movie, or even the internet could have possibly prepared me for the inhumane practices during that time, but this was just the beginning, as I mentioned before.
To be continued...
Written by: Brianna Spurlock