703 | Beliefs Prevent Predicting Outcomes

703 | Fantasy Blind Beliefs Prevent Predicting Outcomes

Chapter 1: Lord Yellow Introduces Cosmic Laws and Predictable Outcomes to Diesel, Evan, Rev, and Abby

As Lord Yellow introduces cosmic laws and predictable outcomes to Diesel, Evan, Rev, and Abby, the fluorescent lights in Room 317 flicker like they are nervous, too.

Posters about kindness, climate marches, and anti‑bullying peel at the corners of the cinderblock walls. Someone has drawn horns on a politician’s face in one poster and haloed them in another. The whiteboard at the front reads, in thick blue marker:

DEI – Diversity, Equity, Inclusion

Most juniors and seniors slide into their seats like they’re bracing for a safe, predictable unit on privilege charts and bias quizzes. Friend groups snap into place—the athletes in the back, theater kids by the windows, STEM nerds near the outlets, loners scattered along the edges.

At the front, a tall man stands behind the podium, hands resting lightly on the wood. His mustard‑yellow button‑down shirt hangs over dark jeans. Silver streaks thread through his hair; his eyes are a strange mix of calm and sharp curiosity.

On the whiteboard, his name is written in neat letters:

Lord Yellow

No one knows if it’s a joke.

He clears his throat.

“I know you all signed up for what you think is a typical ‘woke agenda’ class on Diversity, Equity, and Inclusion,” he says.

His voice isn’t loud, but it cuts through the whispers like a knife through tape.

“But that,” he continues, “is not what I intend to teach.”

The room stiffens.

Backpacks rustle. A few kids glance at the door, calculating how hard it would be to switch electives.

“You are free to leave now,” Lord Yellow says, “and sign up for a different course.”

He lets the sentence hang.

“Those who stay,” he adds, “must promise not to reveal to anyone else what we discuss in this class—what will bring true Diversity, true Equity, and true Inclusion.”

He steps away from the podium and spreads his hands.

“I can create my own curriculum,” he says, “because teaching DEI is so new.”

The air feels thicker, like the room is holding its breath.

In the third row, Diesel leans back in his chair, sneakers planted wide. His black hoodie features a metal band logo faded from too many washes. A chipped skateboard leans against his desk. His eyes light up with the thrill of something forbidden.

“He sounds like a rebel,” Diesel mutters, not bothering to lower his voice. “I’m staying.”

Next to him, Evan straightens his notebook and lines up a pen with the margin. He is the type who actually reads the syllabus, then reads the school board meeting notes for fun. He studies Lord Yellow with cautious curiosity.

“I’m open to hearing what he has to say,” Evan says.

In his chest, something small and hungry stirs. Maybe, for once, a class might answer the questions that keep him staring at the ceiling at 2 a.m.

A couple of kids exchange looks. One girl whispers, “He can’t actually call himself ‘Lord,’ right?” Another shrugs and takes out gum.

No one moves toward the door.

Lord Yellow nods, as if this is the outcome he expects. He begins to walk slowly across the front of the room, like he’s measuring the temperature of the air.

“Earth is a school for your soul,” he says, “to master understanding and aligning with the cosmic laws.”

The word cosmic hangs in the air. A few students smirk; one mimics a UFO with their hand.

“Making up your own fantasy ‘truth,’” Lord Yellow continues, “prevents you from accurately predicting the outcome of your actions. Falsely believing you can run through a wall does not protect you from smashing into the brick.”

He raps his knuckles lightly against the cinderblock. The hollow thud echoes around the room.

“Understanding both physical and cosmic laws,” he says, “is the basis for developing wisdom. Wisdom is needed to make choices that lead to a predictable, desired outcome. Smashing into the wall is a lesson learned the hard way.”

He smiles faintly.

“If the wall is low enough,” he says, “you could wisely jump over it.”

A few kids chuckle. Someone backstage whispers, “Or go around it, genius.”

Lord Yellow doesn’t flinch.

“True Diversity,” he says, “is not based on expecting everyone else to embrace your personal fantasy delusions. True Equity does not group the wise and the foolish and call it fair. True Inclusion does not invite the foolish to the archery range and hand them real arrows.”

He lets that image sink in.

“Understanding and synchronizing with cosmic laws,” he says, “establishes a predictable, dependable foundation for wise choices.”

In the last row, Rev—short for Revan, though hardly anyone remembers that—tilts his chair onto two legs. His hoodie is plain, his expression even plainer, like he’s half asleep.

He isn’t.

He loves logic the way some people love music.

“He sure takes a long time to say something so basic and simple,” Rev says, loud enough for half the room to hear. “It is wise to be wise. The ignorant ignore the truth and get gored by their foolish actions.”

A couple of kids snort with laughter. Others twitch at the word gored.

Across the aisle, Abby fingers the small silver cross at her throat. Her planner is filled with color‑coded schedules, prayer lists, and Bible verses written in neat handwriting. Her world is supposed to be clear: heaven, hell, saved, unsaved.

Still, somewhere deep in her chest, doubt hums—a low bass line under every worship song.

“I believe people are incapable of understanding mystic laws,” Abby says quietly.

Lord Yellow’s gaze sharpens toward her, inviting her to continue.

She swallows and raises her voice.

“My Savior will reverse time and undo any foolish choices,” Abby says.

The sentence sounds rehearsed. Her hand tightens around the cross until it bites her skin.

Diesel snorts.

He looks from Abby back to Lord Yellow, a crooked smile forming.

“Maybe Lord Yellow is too smart to be a rebel,” Diesel says.

In his head, rebels break rules without thinking. This teacher feels like someone who breaks rules on purpose.

Evan looks between them, gears already spinning.

“If Earth is a school,” Evan thinks, “what exactly am I supposed to be learning?”

He lifts his hand.

“What else do souls learn besides wisdom?” Evan asks.

Lord Yellow stops pacing.

For a moment, the only sounds are the hum of the lights and a distant gym whistle.

A tiny, invisible switch flips.

The real lesson is about to begin.

Chapter 2: Lord Yellow Teaches Diesel, Abby, Evan, and Rev About Divine Virtues and Controlling Energy

The next day, Lord Yellow teaches Diesel, Abby, Evan, and Rev about divine virtues and controlling energy while gray rain streaks the windows of Room 317, turning the world outside into a damp watercolor. Inside, the air buzzes with low‑level teen static—quizzes, breakups, group chat drama—but Lord Yellow opens class as if there is nothing else in the universe.

“Earth,” he says, picking up exactly where they left off, “is a school for your soul to import and ensoul the divine virtues.”

He turns to the board and writes in tall, careful letters:

VIRTUES

“The soul can choose to be wise or ignorant,” he continues. “The soul can also choose to act virtuously or non‑virtuously. The energy you send out will return like a boomerang with the same vibrational frequency.”

As he speaks, some students feel it—not as a physical sensation, but as an almost memory. Like moods and choices have always rippled out from them in invisible waves, changing rooms without anyone naming why.

“Actions based on kindness and justice,” Lord Yellow says, “generate peace and harmony. Actions based on fear and anger generate hatred and revenge.”

He glances around the room.

“True Diversity,” he says, “does not expect you to embrace everyone’s fear, anger, and hatred. True Equity does not group the kind and the vengeful together and pretend they are the same. True Inclusion does not invite those full of rage to a tea party and act surprised when cups shatter.”

A faint smile touches his lips.

“Encouraging virtues instead of negative emotions,” he says, “builds a reservoir of powerful, positive energy.”

The word energy hooks Diesel more than virtues ever could.

He imagines glowing currents inside people, some bright and steady, others dark and jagged.

“Sometimes I need the power of hatred or anger to motivate me,” Diesel says.

His voice is casual; the tension in his shoulders is not.

“This soft, gushy virtue stuff,” he adds, “is for people who want to please their Creator.”

He doesn’t admit the rest: that when he is angry, he feels less helpless. Anger is gasoline. Kindness feels like water.

Abby stares down at her open notebook, then up at Lord Yellow.

“I believe my special benefactor ensouls all the divine virtues,” Abby says. “But I can never be like him. I’m supposed to fear my Creator, because he can get angry and vengeful.”

The idea that she is permanently stuck far below the standard she worships leaves a quiet ache under her ribs.

Evan taps his pen against the margin.

“Virtues make me stronger and help inspire me,” Evan says. “Negative emotions shouldn’t be cultivated as fuel because they drain our soul’s bank account.”

As he speaks, he imagines a ledger made of light hovering over each of them, numbers changing with each choice.

Diesel rolls his eyes.

“I want a free mind,” Diesel says, “with open borders to let raw, unrestricted thoughts pour through. Too many laws interfere with my natural human instincts—you know, the ones that trigger my powerful sexual emotions.”

A few kids snicker.

“Regulations restrict me from creatively acting out whatever comes to mind,” he goes on. “I include all thoughts and emotions equally.”

He says it like a joke, but the defiance is real—a refusal to let anyone fence off his inner world.

Lord Yellow watches him steadily.

“Negative emotions can provide a short blast of power,” Lord Yellow says, “but they leave the soul drained and weak.”

The room quiets. Several students remember nights of rage‑texting, posting, venting—and the dead, hollow feeling that follows.

Abby hugs her binder closer to her chest.

“I don’t need guiding cosmic laws,” Abby insists, though her voice wavers. “I need a hollow head to hear the inner voice of my directing Savior.”

She says it with a hint of nervous humor.

“Somebody should fill my head with guiding blind beliefs,” she adds. “I believe my soul is made in the image and likeness of my Creator, who has positive and negative emotions. My heart naturally includes both constructive and destructive coloring to my actions.”

Blind belief, for her, feels safer than personal responsibility.

Rev rubs at the faint scar on his knuckle—the one from punching a locker in eighth grade after a rumor about him hit a group chat. It took him a year to admit he was wrong about who started it.

“I think logic and past experiences structure my brain with a network of filters,” Rev says. “Illogical thoughts aren’t equal to logical thoughts, so I try to cancel out my delusions and false beliefs. I can see the wisdom of focusing on virtuous feelings. Diverse feelings are not equal, and all negative feelings should be excluded.”

His tone is even. Inside, he wonders how many of his own feelings still slip past his filters.

Lord Yellow nods once.

“The current DEI agenda,” he says carefully, “often tries to include fantasy, perversions, and selfish motivations on the same level as common sense.”

A stir runs through the room. Some students bristle at the word choice; others lean forward, sensing he’s poking at more than politics.

Evan hears the structure beneath the statement.

“Physical and cosmic laws existed long before the Big Bang,” Evan says slowly, “and they haven’t evolved or changed. This stable structure provides a dependable framework for exercising our free will. It’s like universal guidelines that filter and reshape our raw thoughts into wisdom. Wisdom helps me tell fantasy from reality. I have the power and motivation I need when my heart is filled with virtues.”

Saying it out loud feels like stepping onto a stage he didn’t know he wanted.

Lord Yellow’s expression softens.

“Focusing on developing disciplined wisdom instead of fluid, make‑believe fantasy,” he says, “gives you control over how you direct your virtuous energy.”

Evan imagines that energy as a bright, steady current running through him, instead of the jagged buzz of anxiety he has gotten used to.

Outside, rain drums against the windows. Inside, something begins to rewire.

A few students feel it—a subtle click, as if someone is quietly rearranging the labels on entire sections of their minds.

They don’t yet know that this is only the first layer of Crysticode 180.

Deeper codes are waiting.

And someone—unseen—watches from just outside the classroom wall, counting which souls lean toward the light, and which already hum at a darker frequency.

Chapter Synopsis:

Lord Yellow challenges conventional high school curricula by teaching an unconventional class on cosmic laws, souls, and predictable outcomes to Diesel, Evan, Rev, and Abby in Room 317. He explains that Earth functions as a school for souls to master cosmic laws, ensoul divine virtues, and generate positive energy rather than relying on fantasy, blind beliefs, or negative emotions.

Core Themes & Laws:

• Earth acts as a cosmic school where souls learn to understand and align with unchanging physical and cosmic laws.

• Falsely believing in personal fantasy delusions prevents individuals from accurately predicting the outcomes of their choices.

• Actions based on kindness and justice build a reservoir of powerful positive energy, while actions driven by fear and anger return negative frequencies.

• Developing disciplined wisdom instead of fluid, make-believe fantasy gives individuals control over how they direct their virtuous energy.

Key Entities Featured in this Document:

• Lord Yellow: A sharp, mysterious teacher who introduces cosmic laws, soul schooling, and divine virtues to his students.

• Diesel: A defiant student with a chipped skateboard who relies on anger and raw human instincts as motivators.

• Evan: A studious and reflective student who recognizes that cosmic laws provide a dependable framework for wisdom and reality.

• Rev: A logic-driven student who filters out illogical thoughts and false beliefs.

• Abby: A student anchored by traditional religious beliefs who struggles with the idea of personal spiritual responsibility versus blind faith.