The day the power failed – 1


Me – A spiritual group of 60 people had congregated at the groups headquarters in Nundah, a suburb of Brisbane. The headquarters was once a large brick Salvation Army citadel but had been converted for city living and meditation practise. It had a large concrete carpark that could house 20 cars.

The group had been preparing for months for disasters whether natural or man made. Now one had arrived in the form of an electricity blackout which looked to last indefinitely. They were well prepared. People from outside their community who had not prepared were now roaming the streets looking for food and water. What happens next?As night fell over Nundah, a hush settled over the old citadel-turned-sanctuary. Inside, the spiritual group gathered in candlelit circles, meditating on peace and sending thoughts of calm into the world beyond their fortified walls. They had stored enough food, water, medical supplies, and solar-powered essentials to last months. Still, they knew this was a test—not just of preparedness, but of their inner strength and spiritual maturity.

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The sound of distant shouting occasionally echoed through the streets. People outside, unprepared and desperate, had begun to band together in search of resources. Tensions were rising.

The group’s leader, a calm and radiant soul named Peter, called a meeting in the central hall. “We have always known this time would come,” she said. “A time when the light within us must meet the darkness outside—not with fear, but with wisdom and love. We must protect what we have, but not hoard it. We must remain soul-conscious in the midst of chaos.”

The group decided to form rotating teams: some to guard and gently deter intruders with nonviolence and calm presence, others to discreetly distribute small parcels of food and water to the most vulnerable in the neighborhood—children, elders, and the sick. They created a perimeter with subtle signs of life but no clear invitation to enter, using meditation to maintain a spiritual force field around their space.

Over the coming days, word began to spread. Unlike others who were hoarding or panicking, this community was calm, organized, and strangely luminous. Some outsiders approached with desperation, others with curiosity. The group welcomed those who were peaceful, willing to learn, and open to spiritual principles—offering shelter to a few each day, gradually expanding their circle.

As the crisis deepened, the spiritual group became a beacon—not because of their material provisions, but because of the vibration they held. And so, a new kind of leadership began to emerge: one rooted not in power or control, but in inner stability, compassion, and divine remembrance.

Chat – Would you like to continue exploring how this group evolves—or see how they handle a specific challenge next?

Me – Please deal with people trying to scale the perimeter fence and break into the house to steal supplies


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