Gary Brandt delivers his most financially strategic and spiritually empowering chapter yet in this episode from The Dimension Of Mind Dot Com when the girls' desperate plan to liquidate their trust funds becomes a race against time and an intelligence operation that tests both their father's sanity and their own supernatural abilities.
The brilliant tension emerges when their father discovers the girls want to convert everything to precious metals and cash—a request that te ...
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"Are you kidding me?" Dads voice cracked with disbelief as he stared at Eileen. "Please, Dad. Everything is changing—the government, the pandemic, all the other crazy stuff happening. You understand this better than anyone, dont you?" Eileen`s words tumbled out in a rush, betraying her desperation. Dad rubbed his temples, the gesture familiar to all four girls.
"Converting all your assets to cash? Thats an incredibly dangerous move, sweetheart. Cash can disappear in countless ways—theft, loss, inflation. Im terrified of whats happening with government spending right now, but Im not convinced cash is your safest bet. Its value can plummet just as fast as stocks or bonds." Ella leaned forward, her green eyes intense. "Okay then. Twenty percent in cash, and the rest in gold, silver, and precious stones."
A smile ghosted across Dads weathered face. "Now youre talking sense, Ella. Im proud of you for thinking it through. Do you want certificates, or are you planning to hold the physical bullion?" "We want the physical metals," Roxanna said firmly, her voice carrying an authority that seemed beyond her fifteen years. Dads brow furrowed.
"But where will you store it? If it gets stolen, youre completely screwed—theres no insurance, no way to recover it. And if the economy crashes, the government might try to seize private holdings. It could even become illegal tender." "Dont worry about storage," Ella said, exchanging a meaningful glance with her sisters. "We have a secure location that even the government doesnt know about."
Dad studied their faces, searching for something he couldnt quite name. "Let me think about this. As executor of your trust funds, I need to understand the legal implications." "Time is critical," Ella pressed. "Can we execute this today?" "Now youre really scaring me." Dad`s voice dropped to a whisper. "Who planted this idea? Was it one of those TikTok financial gurus?"
Helana shook her head, her dark hair catching the morning light. "No, Dad. Were genuinely nervous about all the changes—the new administration, the chaos across the country. If we wait too long, it might be too late." Dad sighed heavily. "Well, theres not much in your accounts at your age anyway, so I suppose the risk is minimal. Itll be good experience managing your own investments. Silvers probably your best bet—I doubt you have enough for even an ounce of gold. But dont breathe a word of this to your mother, Eileen, or shell have my head. Ill still need to approve any cash purchases, so dont plan any shopping sprees."
"Understood," Ella said, rising from her chair. "Let us know when its complete so we can secure everything. We need to leave now, or well be late for school."
Later that afternoon, the four sisters huddled together in their usual spot behind the gymnasium. "They got to him, didnt they?" Eileens voice was barely audible. "He has no idea how much is actually in those trust funds. I just hope we can extract it before it all vanishes." Roxanna took a shaky breath. "I have a confession. I read Commander Remmick`s mind yesterday."
"Thats okay," Ella said gently. "We have to start somewhere. What did you discover?" "Hes legitimate—believes everything he told us. But he`s being manipulated by someone else. This conspiracy runs deeper than any single government agency." Roxanna paused, her face pale. "This might not even be entirely human."
Helana wrapped her arms around herself, suddenly cold despite the warm afternoon. "Ive been avoiding active contact, but Ive been listening constantly. Usually, I can sense them—our sisters, Melanie, sometimes even Beaker. I cant always hear their thoughts clearly, but I can feel their presence." Her voice broke slightly. "But now theres nothing. Complete silence. Im terrified, really terrified. Where could they be? How could they be blocked so completely? What if theyre—" She couldn`t finish the thought.
"Roxannas right," Ella said quietly. "This isnt human. We wrestle not against flesh and blood—thats from Ephesians. Our telepathic connection has been severed, though we can still sense each other. Its part of their plan, to make us believe none of this ever happened." She closed her eyes, remembering. "I got nothing from my dreams last night. I woke up feeling normal, then it was like someone dropped a crushing weight on my chest. I got physically sick and couldn`t stop crying."
"Thats a classic grief response," Helana observed clinically. "Not knowing if our sisters are alive or dead—its actually worse than knowing for certain. Im hoping theyre just occupied with some special mission, too focused to think about us." Eileen straightened, steel entering her voice. "Its like miners trapped after a cave-in. We dont know if theyre alive, but we assume they are and make every effort to reach them. Our sisters are alive—we have to believe that, and we will find them." She looked at each of her sisters in turn. "Were only fifteen, but we cant afford to be children anymore. Our childhood ended yesterday. We have to become adults, or this isnt going to work."
"I feel twenty-five already," Helana admitted. "But Im still scared and sick to my stomach." "Wouldnt it be wonderful if this were just an operation designed by Beaker? Some kind of advanced training exercise?" Eileens voice carried desperate hope. "I doubt it," Ella said softly. "But if it is, lets make him proud."
Ezekiel As the girls walked toward the school parking lot, a familiar voice drifted from behind them. "In grave danger, you are." Ella spun around and let out a small cry of joy. "Ezekiel! You came! I actually prayed for you to come to us."
The figure stepped from the shadows between two buildings—tall, ethereal, with eyes that seemed to hold starlight. "Not long can I remain here," Ezekiel said, his voice carrying harmonics that seemed to resonate in their bones. "In danger you are, but strong you must be. Powerful forces array against you, but powerful forces also offer protection." "What should we do?" Roxanna asked, her scientific mind warring with the evidence of her eyes.
"Ezekiel does not know. What you do must be determined by your own hearts and minds," the being replied. He extended his hand, revealing four small golden coins that seemed to glow with inner light. "Take these. They are focusing artifacts. Touch them when you need clarity or knowledge. Ezekiel must depart now. This place grows dangerous, even for one such as I." "Wait—magic coins? That`s it?" Eileen called out, but Ezekiel was already fading like morning mist.
Helana picked up one of the coins, feeling its surprising warmth. "Theyre focusing artifacts," she said thoughtfully. "Many religious traditions use similar tools. They help quiet and center the mind, allowing connection with deeper knowledge. The true power lies within your spirit—the artifact simply helps you access it." Roxanna nodded slowly, cradling her coin. "These were delivered by an angel. Dont underestimate their significance, even if the power ultimately comes from within us. Use them with prayer and meditation, and answers will come."
"Did Ezekiel just say it wasnt safe for him here?" Eileens voice was small. "If an angel isnt safe, what does that mean for us?" Eileens phone buzzed urgently. Dads name flashed on the screen. "Girls, I need you home immediately," his voice was strained, almost panicked. "Somethings happened."
"What the hell is going on?" Dad stood in the living room, his face ashen, hands trembling slightly. "What do you mean?" Eileen asked carefully. "I contacted the bank and investment advisors to liquidate your accounts as requested. Theyre delivering the gold and silver tomorrow morning via armored truck." His voice rose with each word. "There are literally pounds of precious metals. Over half a million dollars. Where did you get that kind of money? Did you rob a bank? Whos been making these deposits? Are you involved in drugs? Weapons trafficking?"
The sisters exchanged glances. Dad was genuinely terrified, and they couldnt blame him. "Were not criminals, but we cant explain," Eileen said gently. "It isnt safe for you to know the details." "You cant tell me? I cant let you disappear into the woods with half a million in gold bullion! I need to understand what`s happening to my daughters!"
Helana stepped forward, her voice soft but clear. "Dad, do you remember when we talked about UFO phenomena? Military abductions? Secret space programs? Alien agendas? Do you remember discussing memory suppression techniques?" She watched his face carefully. "You know—or knew—that we were part of a classified government program with the US Navy. If you dont remember those conversations, then your memory has been altered. Im sorry, but we`re all in danger, and we have to secure these assets before they disappear."
Roxannas voice echoed in her sisters minds: "Touch your artifacts and focus on calming him. We need to protect him from information that could get him killed." The four girls discretely touched their golden coins, closing their eyes briefly and concentrating on peace, on love, on their fathers safety and tranquility. Dad blinked several times, then smiled. "You know what? I think Ill order pizza for dinner. Go upstairs and get your mother so we can eat together."
"Are you okay, Dad?" Eileen asked hesitantly. "Of course. Why wouldn`t I be?" Dad looked genuinely puzzled by the question.
Hello Diary, It`s me, Ella Well, I got the validation I desperately needed. I prayed for Ezekiel, and he appeared with powerful artifacts. I got my glitch in the matrix—proof that our memories are real, that this is all connected to a government operation. It wasn`t fabricated.
They also clearly didn`t know about the trust fund, or it would have vanished along with everything else. Glitch number two.
I wonder why they didn`t perform a memory wipe on us like they did with Dad and Mom. Maybe they couldn`t penetrate our minds, so they needed our voluntary cooperation for their "therapy" sessions.
I don`t feel quite so scared anymore. I still don`t know our next move, but maybe my prophetic dreams will return. Tonight, I`ll hold my focusing coin while I sleep and see what answers come.
The game has changed, but we`re still players. And now we have tools they don`t know about.
Episode 45 — *“Ezekiel – Close Out”* — is one of the most **intense, emotionally layered, and surprisingly strategic** episodes in *Ella’s Story*. In a single chapter, Gary Brandt manages to weave together **family dynamics, financial crisis, supernatural intervention, conspiracy tension, and teenage growth** in a way that’s both dramatic and deeply human. What begins as a heated conversation about trust funds and financial planning quickly spirals into **spiritual encounters, telepathic isolation, and existential commitment** — all wrapped in assertive optimism.
--- ## 📖 Story Arc SummaryThe episode opens around a **family financial crisis**: Ella and her sisters are pushing to liquidate their trust funds — converting assets into cash, gold, and silver — because of fear about economic instability and government overreach. Their father, initially horrified by the idea, is eventually convinced to allow partial conversion after the girls demonstrate financial maturity and a clear strategy.
But the emotional tension escalates when **telepathic connections with their missing friends** — including Helana, Patricia, Melanie, and Commander Beaker — suddenly go silent. Helana describes *complete psychic silence*, which terrifies her because she’s never experienced that before. The girls unite emotionally, realizing that their childhood is over and that they now must assume adult responsibility.
Just as hope seems dim, a mysterious **ethereal figure named Ezekiel** appears — tall, shimmering, and otherworldly — delivering a message of both *danger and empowerment*. He gives each girl a **golden focusing artifact** — small glowing coins that help calm the mind and clarify intuition in moments of crisis. Ezekiel hints that even he cannot stay long because of how perilous things are becoming, adding extra weight to the chapter’s tension.
The chapter closes with a mix of emotional catharsis and cautious optimism. The girls use their focusing artifacts to restore **emotional calm to their father**, who had been panicking about the sudden wealth arriving via armored truck (over half a million dollars’ worth of precious metals). Ella’s diary entry at the end reflects her relief that Ezekiel showed up and her hopeful determination to keep trusting her own experiences instead of dismissing them as implanted hallucinations.
--- ## 💬 Favorite Lines“Twenty percent in cash, and the rest in gold, silver, and precious stones.”
It was *so empowering* to see the girls confidently navigate adult financial decisions — especially when *Dad* is skeptical.
“This isn’t human.”
Such a chilling yet impactful line from Roxanna when they realize the conspiracy might go beyond simple government misdirection.
“We’re only fifteen, but we can’t afford to be children anymore.”
This felt like a *rite of passage* moment — the emotional core of the chapter.
“In danger you are, but strong you must be.”
Ezekiel’s words were simple, poetic, and deeply comforting — and the glowing golden coins he gave them were symbolic of *inner clarity*.
“The game has changed, but we’re still players.”
Ella’s diary perfectly captures the emotional resolution: *scared, but hopeful*.
--- ## 😲 Unexpected Plot TwistsThis chapter was surprisingly heartfelt. There’s a real tension between the girls’ **childhood innocence and the rapid approach of adulthood**, especially when they realize they must manage their own finances and confront fear without the comfort of their telepathic bonds. Helana’s admission that she’s *terrified* because she can’t sense her sisters anymore was genuinely moving — it showed vulnerability in characters I’d come to think of as unshakeable.
The dynamic with their father also added emotional depth. Seeing him transition from terrified confusion about unexpected wealth to calm acceptance (thanks to the artifacts) gave the chapter a **warmer, more human resolution**. Ella’s diary entry — mixing fear, relief, and cautious hope — grounded the cosmic and strategic drama in her *very real emotional world*.
Ezekiel’s brief appearance provided a moment of *peaceful reassurance* in a chapter filled with uncertainty, reminding us that sometimes support comes in unexpected forms — not always grand or explosive, but quietly meaningful.
--- ## 🎯 Final Thoughts*“Ezekiel – Close Out”* is a **multi-tonal masterpiece** that blends financial strategy, supernatural visitors, adolescent courage, and deep emotional growth into one unforgettable chapter. It doesn’t rely only on dramatic twists; it shows us how these girls are *maturing in every sense* — emotionally, intellectually, and spiritually.
Overall Rating: ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ — A beautiful, powerful chapter that made me laugh, cry, and feel genuinely hopeful about these characters’ futures — even when everything feels uncertain.
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