Exposed, a short story by Celia Blake

Dear Reader,

Netflix’s limited series Below premiered on October 8, 2026. I enjoyed watching it, and afterward I thought I’d share another story about corporate exploitation—and a giant sea creature: Exposed, written by Celia Blake. Until now, it has only been available for purchase. With the author’s permission, I’m sharing it here for everyone to enjoy free of charge.

Exposed

by Celia Blake

It was around Halloween 2017 when Zeek first felt a nudge in his hibernation. It was very calm, both on the ocean floor and in the skies above.

Another nudge was felt January 8, 2018. It can take a few years for a creature like Zeek to wake up. It takes patience.

The sea preserves life, so it is not unimaginable that after thousands of years a marine animal could still exist within the depths of the ocean, especially one that can make itself invisible by increasing its vibrational frequency. This was an automatic response. It happened when Zeek’s body sensed a satellite focusing on him. It was the only time he went invisible, but he was blessed with other magics as well.

On May 4th of that year, Zeek moved into the next phase, a half-sleep.

His form is similar to a giant pacific octopus. He was, however, at that time, residing between the northern part of Antarctica and the southern tip of Tasmania. During this half-sleep, he was connected to the conscious and unconscious world, having access to things unknown—past, present, and future. Like an Akashic database or a department of information, he was linked in while in this state. Of course, the future could always change. What he connected to was how the future formed from the now. During this phase, Zeek became a lie detector by reading energy and knowing who was good and helpful and who was not. He knew which consciousness was a thief, which were predators, and which were just seeking revenge.

Learning, preparing himself for what was coming and his role in the outcome of these connected discoveries, Zeek continued his half-sleep week upon week, month upon month, picking up psychic crumbs, gathering feelings and storing them in his hearts, gathering logic and storing it in his brain. If he didn’t store this information while in this half-sleep, it would not have all moved to his consciousness upon waking.

Zeek’s hearts soon became full of compassion felt by parents and children of the earth. Being over two hundred feet long, one can imagine how large his three hearts were and how much love they could hold. As the records were copied and filed into his heart, the worst of the worst feelings were the abuse victims. Upon learning about these atrocities, he turned green laying there half awake. He also stored the sadness of sick people who didn’t get the care they needed unless it made money for someone else. He stored the worry and angst of hard working citizens who were cheated out of their money. He stored the disappointment of many humans all over the globe who had been deceived by what they have seen on television and have read in the newspapers.

Zeek’s brain became full of information on people, places, and dates. Starting with a Hungarian-born American businessman, a monarchy in Western Asia, a wealthy family that created a banking dynasty, and down the lines of corruption, Zeek noted all those who have wronged others for their own selfish greed, those who have systematically planned to overthrow governments and political systems for their own agendas, and those who have resisted authority and ignored law. The control of these people enabled them to dictate policies and control markets. And they had to be taken down before their plan of global domination succeeded.

He became familiar with agencies and politicians who have spied on others through the years, now, and beyond. He learned about human trafficking, infiltration of the United States government, and extremist organizations. He learned about charity foundations that did the exact opposite of helping. He learned who controlled the world.

A lot of these records where available because of a certain group of extremely intelligent Americans and worldwide researchers who discovered the truths on their own. If they had not brought the information into the universal consciousness, it would not be able to be fought and Zeek would not have been able to record it during his half-sleep. Not only did Zeek receive communications because of them, he was able to communicate directly with a few of them who were psychic and could hear his hints. That’s what the group was all about, finding the truth together. He liked them. He was part of the common good now, and he would help them. He also saw more and more people joining this group. Some were former military, some former government aides, some were decoders, spiritualists, and common everyday people. He saw the future fighters. It would be years from now, but even the media would begin to tell the truth thanks to these individuals who started the investigating and thanks to the movement that followed which was led by the U.S. President.

In 2019, some of the megalomaniacs of earth conducted a psychological experiment by releasing a flu virus—they wanted to scare all the people into total submission. The goal was to find out how long this submission would last and which people were more likely to follow protocol. Their second goal was to make money while doing this—money they would need for future plans and their own selfish greed.

Everyone across the globe stayed in their homes. All traffic halted. Smog disappeared. Waters became more blue than the sky itself. Animals thought extinct began to reappear. And this is where Zeek’s movement from half-sleep to awakening begins. He received strength from the earth, so the cleaner environment was a more refreshing way to wake from his half-sleep. The last records copied to his brain during this state was information about an illegal power grab that occurred in America in 2020.

Zeek had been waiting a long time. He reached the right day as God willed. Awakened, he was able to look within and see what he had learned during his half-sleep. When he did this, he saw that the flu experiment wasn’t the only thing the megalomaniacs doing. And, it wasn’t the only evil thing going on in the world. These people who caused so much harm in the world emitted a horrendous energy. Resting in the clear waters of the ocean, Zeek could sense this energy. It was different than the the half-sleep Akashic record awareness. Being fully conscious called for different senses. There is a time for everything. And Zeek had a purpose: to find those who threatened and lied and did whatever they could in their power to achieve more control, to find those who killed for money, to find those who hurt children, to find the rapists and thieves, to find those who wanted to take away people’s freedoms and have dominion over the earth. And to enforce justice. In order to find these people, he had to sense them out.

Zeek had large, blue-green eyes which sometimes glowed. The suckers on his tentacles could sting venom into his victim. But, he also had the ability to shape-shift while on land. He recalled being a frog and a crocodile in the old days. Other memories came to mind as he relaxed and gained strength. He remembered healing an Athenian woman who had taken a spear to her side. She was a beautiful warrior. Zeek was grateful for this ability to heal. He couldn’t bring back the dead, he’s not Jesus. But he did hold the power of the Holy Spirit, and with that, this special gift of healing. He also recalled a visit from an angel. She had told him that he would live long but at the end would sacrifice himself for his purpose.

Things on land were getting back to normal. People were slowly beginning to take vacations again and stopped wearing those idiotic surgical masks. However, one interesting thing remained the same—people had learned how to work from home and go to school from home. They did many more activities remotely. They liked it that way. The earth liked it that way, too.

Feeling stronger, Zeek practiced his camouflage capabilities and soon began swimming around the area. He had fun messing with other ocean creatures. When he was feeling mischievous he turned orange. When he was hungry he turned purple. He was a witty trickster and his favorite meal was crab, not only because they were tasty, but also because they’re active creatures, scuttling sideways and waving their pincers while releasing toxic algae to disguise themselves. Zeek respected that. One smart crab even managed to cut off the top of one of Zeek’s tentacles. It grew back of course. Zeek especially liked that little guy and let him live. In fact, they became friends for awhile. The humongous octopus and the little crab played games and hung out together until the day came when Zeek felt fully restored and energized. It was Spring of 2021. He knew it was time to travel the seas.

With 148 million square miles of water on earth, he had a lot of options. He said goodbye to his friend and took off through the Tasmanian sea, traveling the Pacific Ocean, the calmest of the five oceans.

He passed through the Black Current and curved into the North Pacific, flowing along the Asian coast. When he neared the surface he went incognito, acting like a reef while he felt out the energies. The evil he felt there was high up in wealth and government. But, the people had good energy.

One such billionaire who had made his money employing army and government officials to run his businesses happened to be on his yacht around this time. Zeek took a moment to search the records in his brain. He discovered that this man was a real estate tycoon who owned massive amounts of real estate in China and who planned on buying 140,000 acres of land in Southwest Texas to build a wind farm. He did not want to help the Texans, especially not the families who owned nearby hunting ranches. He had a hidden agenda. He wanted to get richer, and he wanted to spy on the nearby Air Force base, disrupt their training, and send this intelligence to his ties in the Chinese Communist party.

In his hearts, Zeek felt the earth’s pain from the fiberglass graveyards left in some spots now and in the future. He felt the birds’ last breath as they crashed into the turbines. He felt this pain and more. Then he let it go and watched the yacht.

The billionaire wasn’t alone. Accompanied by high fashioned models and an innocent film maker, Zeek learned that the billionaire was cruising the seas in order to create a mini documentary. It was an interview for a bigger film. So, not only did Zeek have to sting the billionaire without hurting the others, he had to do so without being seen on camera.

It was easy. This yacht was fifty feet long, Zeek was far too large to get onboard—he needed to only reach out his tentacles. He attacked the cameras with three tentacle and used three others to tip the ship, causing the people to slide to one spot. He scooped up the billionaire, wrapped him up, and squeezing him with his tentacles released one sting from one of his suckers, stabbing the man in the neck. He then put the billionaire back on the boat. Looking into the frightened eyes of the other people on board, Zeek’s eyes began to glow green-blue. Brighter and brighter they grew as he mesmerized and hypnotized everyone so they would forget what they had seen. He then slipped back into the waters. Zeek had followed his intuition and used his venom to put the billionaire into a coma. He wouldn’t wake for another ten years. The business deal, among many other bad deeds, would fall through.

Zeek swam away, continuing his journey. He passed land, feeling out the black energy of those he would need to take care of when the time was right. There was an especially inky blackness coming from the Los Angeles coast—one of the worst. This was a popular place. In fact, many people were out on their boats. Zeek stung seven of them: five Hollywood directors who had sexually assaulted women and two producers who had exploited children. Zeek wanted to drag them into the sea forever, instead his sting rendered them seemingly comatose, stuck in their own head. Zeek passed to them a temporary empathy—this ability made the criminal feel their victims’ feelings. It would last a year, then they would be stuck in their own thoughts for another year, hopefully suffering from guilt. Depending on their actions thereafter, they would get one more year of life and be able to die a good death afterward, or they would go back to being comatose for the rest of their natural life, feeling the pain they had caused others. This was the justice Zeek chose for many of the child molesters and abusers.

He then squeezed through the Panama Canal and made it to the Bahamas. The Gulf Stream flows smoothly through the middle of the Atlantic, three thousand feet deep and sixty miles wide. By this time, Zeek needed a rest, but he also needed to continue his journey, so he caught a ride here. It was nice—casually being with other marine life. Traveling only up to five miles an hour they moved up the American coast to Newfoundland and out through the Atlantic until the stream splits, part going to the polar seas and part going to the Bay of Biscay, which is where Zeek journeyed. From there he went out on his own, south, along Equatorial Africa, then westward a bit to reach Cape San Roque on the Brazilian Coast, all the while feeling out everyone’s energies. He then traveled the Indian Ocean before making his way back to his hibernation spot.

His crab friend was gone. Zeek never saw him again. He had to focus anyway. The bottom of the sea holds privacy, safety, freedom, and independence. It was the perfect spot to spend some time reviewing everything he had felt everywhere he had felt it. As he sat in the deep, he devised a plan to take down the deep, black energy roaming the land.

The movement that was going on in America was succeeding. The researchers put out the message that people should prepare like you’re in the storm but don’t live like you’re in it. They said to keep praying because it worked. While that was happening, Zeek would seek justice for as many murderers as he could, those people who had hurt and killed—those deep, dark energies. He felt comfortable and strong, ready to conquer. It was time to release some justice. He planned to do this by touch. He had to do this on land, and he didn’t have his stingers when he shape-shifted. So, he had to use his magic. He would enforce justice by placing a curse upon each person. Sometimes immediate, sometimes it would take affect in their futures. When the time was right, the curse would strike. It wasn’t really a curse, per se. It was more of an instant prayer or invocation of justice completed through the touch of his hand. But, he would also do some healing.

It was time to join the land animals. It had been a long time since he was on land. When he first approached, he shape-shifted into a crocodile, then a frog, reminiscing about the the good ‘ol days. Since people communicated with words he needed some practice talking. He spent twenty-three days doing this. He morphed into a farmer in China and spoke with the people there about what they knew and how things were for them. He went to New York and became a business man, learning the ins and outs of the business world for a while. Zeek was a quick study. He soon spoke brilliantly. He also became accustomed to the energy of the land. When the people’s energy was too much for him, he shape-shifted into a bald eagle and flew to the oldest forests in the highest mountains to gain energy.

His favorite human form was an Emergency Medical Technician. He liked this so much he spent an additional month in this form, healing his patients with his magic.

While Zeek enacted his plan and found certain people, he felt out and learned more along the way. He knew which people needed a lesson, which needed justice, and which needed to be left alone to their own accounts because they would destroy themselves. His simple touch invoked the justice they deserved. He shape-shifted into a guard at Buckingham Palace. He shape-shifted into a Deacon at the Vatican. He visited the White House, too.

As the weeks turned into months, Zeek visited many people, ex-Presidents and other politicians, members of phony non-profit organizations, some judges and lawyers, criminal businessmen and women, etc. The list goes on and on.

One such day he shape-shifted into a scientist and walked into the American’s CDC. The white walls and linoleum floor were far from pure. He found who he was looking for and knocked on the man’s opened office door. Standing behind his desk, looking at his cell phone, stood a dark, repulsive energy.

“Good morning, sir,” said Zeek. “This file contains the longitudinal study of the people taking the drug we discussed this morning.”

“Thank you, Doctor Brown,” replied the man, distracted by his cell phone.

As Zeek walked into the office he pretended to trip, spilling the file onto the floor.

“I apologize, sir. I seem to be extra clumsy today. Didn’t sleep well last night.”

The man grumbled something and both of them began picking up the scattered papers on the floor. This was when Zeek touched the man’s hand. In another week the man would be sick in bed.

The storm had arrived. Things began to change. Those who contributed to the evil and suffering of the world in order to get money and power were dealt poverty. Those who hurt the sick were dealt sickness. You get the picture. But everything was temporary, then they were given a chance to change. If they didn’t take it, they either ended up back inside their torpid minds or in prison, handing the justice over to the courts.

Around 2024, Zeek became very week and his trips to the mountains were not enough to recharge him. He felt spent. He slipped back into the ocean and went home to rest. Becoming very sleepy he knew the time had come. He had used up all his energy, all his magic, and all his life force. A hibernation would not recharge him this time. He would not return to consciousness. He prayed to God that the good people of the world would keep faith. They will see a lot more change coming. In the meantime, Zeek hoped they would trust God.

The darkness turned into a circle of light. Within the circle stood a woman. She was sparkling, golden and purple stars surrounded her. She waved, motioning Zeek to come with her into the circle. Zeek felt his form change from octopus to human. His spirit’s true form was human. He took a step closer. As he approached her, he realized she was the Athenian warrior he had once saved. He smiled and joined her.

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I hope you enjoyed reading, Exposed, a short story by Celia Blake.

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