Sherlock Holmes - The Meditation Game

The detective specialist Sherlock Holmes spent the entire night solving his mathematical equations. He hit upon a eureka moment when he realized he can tap into the creative force of the universe through the meditation technique. If he could immerse deep into the meditation, then it is possible to know the future events by tapping into the doors of the creative forces of the universe.

His meditation frequency would reach a point wherein it matches the frequency of creative forces of the universe, resulting in a resonance, allowing him a chance to peek into future events. If he gets distracted while doing meditation, then it is not possible to access the creative forces of the universe. He came running into his friend Dr. Watson’s room and screamed. The scream jostled Watson awake. He rubbed his eyes, only to see his friend’s ecstatic face that had straightened his hair. Holmes confided in him the technique to tap into the universe. Watson did not believe it was possible to see the future events. Holmes thought of applying the technique the very next day to reap tangible outcomes.

The dawn began its duty to scatter light across the universe. The beautiful sunrise spread its beauty to the nook and corner of London. Sherlock Holmes, who was in a snoring mood, lay sprawled on his bed. Maybe his subconscious was still working upon the idea he created last night. Dr. Watson looked at him and thought his friend was an eccentric man who would turn insane soon. He looked at the papers peppered with mathematical equations lying on the table. He wondered whether Holmes was also a scientist. The warmth of the sunlight fluttered around in an otherwise chilly place.

“I can see the future events unfolding in front of me,” Holmes murmured in sleep.

“You will turn insane in the future,” Watson said. “Get up! We must trace David Marsh.”

David Marsh had been a criminal who tormented the people of London with his wicked deeds. He had been elusive all this while, making it tough for the cops to capture him. He moved from one place to another without even leaving an iota of detail about his stay. Cops now relied on Sherlock Holmes to put an end to David Marsh’s criminal activities in London. Marsh learned about Holmes and was desperate to confine him in his place to take full advantage of his genius brain.

Upon hearing Marsh’s name, Holmes jostled himself awake from sleep. He stole a glance out the window at a sprawled house that seemed to bathe in sunlight. A thought sprouted in his mind.

“I will meditate to reap the results of my new technique.”

“Have you gone out of your minds?” Watson replied.

“No one will believe unless they see the results,” Holmes said. “You can see the results manifest live.”

Holmes scurried into his room. He scanned the room and felt the place was perfect for meditating. He sat cross-legged and pressed the button of meditation. Keeping the distractive thoughts at bay, he dwelled deep into the meditation. At a particular point in time, he could feel the surge of spiritual energy within him. His mind frequency had indeed hit the resonance frequency with the creative forces of the universe. Subsequently, his mind acted as a key to unfolding the creative force of the universe. He widened his eyes as he realized the danger. He quickly rushed towards Dr. Watson, who had snuggled over a chair reading the newspaper.

“Hey, Watson! David’s henchmen will attack us,” he said. “We must quickly leave the place.”

“Your mind is like a double-edged sword. It helps you to crack complex cases and also sometimes your neurons connect ridiculously, manifesting your madness.”

“This is not the time to talk about my madness. Let’s move.”

Holmes persuaded his friend to move out of the house. They hid under an enormous banyan tree with binoculars in their hands. No one intruded on his house, much to the surprise of Holmes.

“How on earth?” Holmes was surprised.

“I believe your insane dream drew you to madness,” Watson waved off his friend’s stupidity.

They moved back to the house. Holmes wondered what went wrong. His meditation technique could never go wrong, but why did the event did not materialize. He couldn’t find answers to the raising questions over his mind. He rushed back to his room and scanned all the equations that led to the rise of the new meditation technique. Everything seemed perfect, but the result hadn’t worked the way he wanted.

The next day, when Holmes was about to meditate, his friend came running to him.

“Jennifer wants to meet you at James park,” Watson said. “She has some interesting news about Marsh.”

Holmes drove to James park to meet his secretary, Jennifer. He sat on a bench overhung with the branches of a giant tree. His mind still couldn’t discern what went wrong with his technique but was insistent on retrying the technique. As he was immersed in his thoughts, he did not realize the time that was racing at its will. When he looked at his watch, he realized he had been sitting on the bench for two hours. He pulled out his phone and tapped the numbers to make a phone call to Jennifer, but to no avail. He got tempted to call Watson.

“Jennifer is neither here nor picking up my call.”

“What?”

“Try to call her.”

Watson tried to phone her, but there was no response. He believed there was something fishy. Someone was playing the game of deception. Sherlock Holmes quickly rushed to his secretary Jennifer’s house. The sight of her dead body surged dread through his body. Why is she dead? Who killed her? Why did she ask me to meet her in James park? The conundrum seemed to spiral out of control. Someone was certainly playing a game beyond his comprehension. Had he meditated, perhaps he would have gotten to know about this murder. He could have even averted this murder. Watson joined him soon.

“Hey, Watson! Who called you?”

“Jennifer called me.”

“Someone has conned us into believing it was Jennifer’s call, but the reality is something different,” he said. “Is David Marsh playing a game with us?”

David Marsh had chalked out a plan to kill everyone who assisted Holmes in the case. His henchmen had barged into Jennifer’s house and killed her. They used her phone to dupe Watson and Holmes. Holmes got lost in a loop of thoughts. Inadvertently, he toppled over a vast stone while walking towards his car. A hole got formed on his feet and the flow of blood was inexorable. Dr. Watson quickly took him to the car where he was treated. A small, black detector slipped out from his feet.

“What the hell is this?” Watson looked surprised.

Holmes gazed at the detector, and an ominous feeling sizzled through his body. Who inserted the detector into his body? 

“Did you have any injury with your feet before? Try to remember” 

Holmes thought for a while. “Yeah, I had an injury before and I remember Dr. John curing me. It happened just before I took up this case.”

“Did he insert this detector?”

“I don’t know what he did to my feet, but I only remember they had patched my feet up fully once I came to my senses.”

“Perhaps he could have hypnotized you before inserting this detector into your feet.”

Holmes made a phone call to Dr. John, but the latter’s phone was switched off. Holmes thought for a while, allowing the threads in his mind to interweave together to form a decisive thought. He believed David Marsh sent the doctor to insert the detector into his feet. The detector, perhaps, was allowing the criminal to access the ideas formed in his mind. When he used his meditation technique for the first time, Marsh indirectly used the detector to tap into his mind. Marsh had a plan to attack his house but later abandoned the plan once he realized Holmes already knew about the plan. He deliberately used his henchmen to con Watson into believing Jennifer was to meet Holmes at James park, stopping Holmes from using his meditative technique to know the murder of his secretary. The doctor who patched his feet could have killed him but did not because Marsh wants Holmes alive. He wants to use Holmes’ genius mind to grow his business. Sherlock Holmes threw the detector away so that it would no longer help his enemy to eavesdrop on his mind.

David Marsh no longer held the string of Sherlock Holmes’s mind. When he turned his device to match the frequency of the detector to learn about Holmes’s new idea, the device hit a beep sound. The detector was no longer part of Holmes’ body. He rose from his chair and hurled the device across the wall in distress. He slapped his bodyguard, unable to fathom the bitter reality. His guard had no choice but to endure his asperity. His heart throbbed, letting the anger course through his body.

“I want Holmes alive. At any cost, I don’t want to cut off my access to his brain. I can grow my business multifold using his genius mind. I can then rule London the way I want,” he said. “I want Watson dead and Holmes alive.”

Sherlock Holmes slipped into meditation to unfold the future events that would materialize. Dr. Watson, who had waved off Holmes’ meditation technique, believed in his friend now. After an hour, Watson observed his friend, who seemed to be taken over by the spiritual power growing in his body. His whole body pulsated with vitality. He shook his body for a second as he hit resonant frequency with the creative forces of the universe. He learned that David Marsh’s henchmen would barge into their house to kill Watson and to hold him hostage. Watson couldn’t take his eyes off his friend. Eventually, Holmes opened his eyes as the realization sunk in.

“They will kill you today.”

Watson had his heart drop to his stomach after listening to his friend’s words.

“What do you mean?”

“I have an idea,” Holmes dropped secret words into his friend’s ears.

In the cloudy afternoon, the sun hid beneath the clouds. The heavy wind seemed to trample the plants and trees with its incredible power. The extreme cold clung to the skin of people shivering them. Sherlock Holmes had donned a saree and was looking like a Hollywood actress. He streaked lipstick on his lips, glancing at his cute face in the mirror. Dr. Watson had hidden inside the wardrobe with a deep foreboding in his heart. Holmes was all set to play the disguise game to outfox David’s henchmen. He could hear footsteps climbing up the stairs. Watson mopped the sweat off his forehead as the small space inside the wardrobe was nearly stifling him. They attacked the main door with repeated knocks. Sherlock Holmes opened the door. 

“Who are you?” one of them asked.

“I am Sherlock Holmes’s friend.”

“Where is he?”

“He went to the crazy ground of London to murder David Marsh.”

“How is it possible? David is in Blue Pentagon House.” he disclosed the location of his boss.

They barged inside the house to confirm whether Holmes and Watson were present in the house or not. One of them slowly inched towards the wardrobe. He looked at the wardrobe and sensed there was something amiss. Before he could slide the door open, Holmes sensed the gravity of the situation and quickly dropped a pot off the table to divert the man’s attention. He stole a glance at Holmes in a saree. “I will abduct you later,” he said.

They quickly rushed to the crazy ground of London to kill Watson and to abduct Holmes. Watson and Holmes heaved a sigh of relief upon watching David’s henchmen leaving the place. They were happy to know the exact location of David Marsh. Without wasting a second, Holmes made a phone call to the cops to catch David’s henchmen on the crazy ground of London. He and his friend rushed to the Blue Pentagon house. David received a phone call from one of his henchmen, who shared the latest news with him. David gritted his teeth and asked everyone except his two bodyguards to move to the crazy ground of London to capture Holmes. He was now only flanked by two bodyguards. Holmes and Watson drove to Blue Pentagon’s house with an obvious intention to cease the game of the criminal. They stealthily walked through the driveway and reached the basement area. The place looked deserted as everyone except three had thronged to the crazy ground of London. David paced back and forth in a special room festooned with ammunition. Holmes purposely broke a glass in the basement area to grab their attention.

“Who is that?” David motioned his bodyguards to move out to see what transpired in the basement area. 

Holmes and Watson had hidden behind a car waiting for a perfect time to ambush the two bodyguards who were the only protectors of David at this instant. The two bodyguards glimpsed at the broken glass and darted their gaze around. Holmes and Watson sized up the situation well and sneaked from behind to tranquilize them with chemicals. They fell thud on the ground unconscious. Holmes and his friend stealthily walked towards David’s room. David heard a knock on the door.

“You idiots! Why are you knocking on the door?” he blurted but the door knock didn’t subside.

He pushed open the handle, only to be invited with the tranquilizer that put him into sleep mode. They had to act smart because the place looked perilous and no one knew what was lurking in the cloak of this pentagon house. Before the time turns bleak to act against them, they had to retreat to the place. They somehow dragged the heavy body of David Marsh into their car and fled the place. The cops successfully caught David’s henchmen on the crazy ground of London. When David Marsh opened his eyes, the reality struck him hard. He was now a guest locked in the prison.

The police department showered praise on Sherlock Holmes, who helped them to crack the case that eluded them all this while. Holmes slipped back to meditation, making Watson wonder what was in store next. Holmes opened his eyes and looked perturbed.

“What happened? Will I be killed?” Watson asked.

“I will be there on your honeymoon,” he broke into laughter.

“What?” Watson fainted.