It is World War II. Sort of. (They have web forms.)
The old lady is a Jew, as are most of the orphans she cares for.
I am the commando assigned to get them out.
The orphanage is small, rural and in the mountains.
That is why nobody has come for them.
The border is quite close.
And hasn’t been shut down.
But it is still being observed.
I sit down with her to explain the plan.
I cannot help her directly.
But I have made certain arrangements.
This is my final briefing.
The rest is up to her.
Einstein taught us that this world is mostly illusion
The only true real thing is will
Or Spirit, if you prefer
The universe only gives us
What we truly and deeply want
The way we demonstrate that
Is by how we engage with the illusion
Through planning, preparation, and execution
That is why you must do this yourself
The plan is simple, but delicate
There is a bus at the convent nearby
You must sneak in and steal it
Here are the keys
You must do it at precisely 3:01 AM
I have arranged a diversion
To give the guards an alibi
Your cover story
Is that you are returning tourists
Here are the fake papers
You must coach the older children
To answer questions correctly
And the younger children
To stay silent
This is their test
This is your collective test
You are one “atman”
Each part of you
The will to escape
Or none of you will
I know you love the children
And they love you
I have shown my love
By the arrangements I have made
Now it is time
For you to show the universe