Suddenly I found myself with Kronos in a place very much like the universe of white light, except it was a beautiful crimson. I recognized it from my dream. “You know, I was dreaming about a place that had exactly the same color sky, except it was changing colors.” I commented, a bit bemused.
“Are you sure it was a dream?” Kronos asked with an air of mystery in his voice.
As we floated there enfolded in the exquisite vastness of such unbelievable beauty, I watched, mesmerized. The crimson universe, although more beautiful than anything I had ever seen, seemed as empty and endless as the universe of white light. As the color began to shift from crimson to brown, until it reached a languid burgundy, I felt strangely uncomfortable to know that we were utterly alone here. The unimaginably scary thought overwhelmed me, that if Kronos decided to leave me here for any reason, I wouldn't be able to get back! I moved as close to Kronos as I could, and vowed to pay much better attention than I had previously.
I was curious as to why we were in such a strange place, but before I could put the question into words, Kronos, (seeming to have read my mind), began what would turn out to be, a most important and fascinating dialog.
“You may be wondering how all of the myriad diversity we see in the 3d material world, could have possibly come out of this.”
“Why Yes!” I agreed. “I was wondering about that.” I replied beatifically.
Kronos smiled, evidently amused by the simplicity of my answer. “We talked about the cycles of going from the black universe, to white universe, and back again. Although these cycles seem instantaneous, it takes a relative amount of time for the vibration to raise from zero, where we see only the void, to a maximum vibration, where we see only the light. We may refer to this as rise time.” Kronos looked into my mind to see if I understood. Seeing that I did, he continued.
“What we are observing here, (waving his hand majestically at the universe around us), is exactly what happens within that tiny bit of instantaneous time. What you see is the build up of the spectrum contained in white light. White light cannot exist without the complete spectrum from which it is made. On the other hand, each level of spectrum, known by its unique and intrinsic color, can exist without white light.”
He paused to let this sink in. “Although each color seems to stand alone, they each are dependent upon a certain level of vibration which is characteristic of that particular color.” The universe had just transitioned into a vivid orange. “For example, and you don't need to memorize this, the orange color you see just now, progresses through a range of wavelengths of about 590 to 630 nanometers. When we perceive the color orange, our brain translates these wavelengths, psychologically, into what we believe the color orange looks like.”
He paused to let this sink in.
“In other words,” I said, “as the vibration raises, the colors change.”
“Yes!” Kronos was getting exuberant. “Exactly so! As you can see, each color makes it appear as though we were in an entirely different universe.” Kronos thought for a few moments, about how to best convey to me, the underlying idea, due to its importance. Therein lies the secret of the two basic structures of consciousness as found in man. First, there is diversity, as the many different vibratory states. Then there is the solidarity found in white light. Once you understand the meaning of this kind of dichotomy, you will know the difference between various states of consciousness, verses enlightenment.”
I knew Kronos would probably quiz me somewhere along the line, so I decided to try and make some sense out of what he had been teaching me. Although I somewhat understood the introduction of a spectrum of different universes, I still didn't understand how everything I am accustom to, in my physical world, could possibly have come from these empty places, no matter how majestic and mesmerizing they were.
I finally concluded that I simply didn't have enough information, and decided that I would have to wait for Kronos to fill me in. I was impatient, but I knew that he was laying a rock solid foundation upon which I could teach.
As I waited for Kronos to show up again, my life, I noticed, was slowly coming back into a more normal state of existence. I had begun teaching computer sciences in an adult college. Although it was interesting, I felt it was very far from what I really wanted to teach. That, of course, was what Kronos was teaching me. But, as he pointed out to me one time, when I was being particularly whiny,
“Teaching is teaching is teaching.”
I guessed that this meant I was learning how to teach, but little did I know that I would wind up teaching at the computer school for a total of twelve years!
I was aware on a deeper level, that working as a computer instructor would add greatly to my teaching skills. I would be ever so grateful later on when I attempted to teach “multi-dimensional consciousness”.
One night I was half asleep in my over-stuffed chair in front of the T.V., when I suddenly found myself in the crimson universe. I was not dreaming, and expected to find Kronos next to me. When I sensed that he was not there, and that I was utterly alone, I panicked! The next thing I knew, I was wide awake, still sitting in my easy chair. This unexpected event rattled me so much that I was afraid to go to sleep. I found myself wishing that Kronos would show up soon!
Although I didn't have a recurrence of the crimson universe, I was still concerned. After more than a month of waiting patiently, I was beginning to feel a bit forlorn, when all of a sudden, Kronos decided to grace me with his presence. “Kronos”, I said, “We have to stop meeting like this.” “Just kidding,” I added hastily.
I looked around to discover that we were in a blue universe, which was just as striking as the crimson universe. It took me a full minute before I could speak, so intense was its beauty. Kronos was his usual jubilant self, however, there was an air of concern about him. “I understand you visited the crimson universe by yourself.”
This was the first time that I detected something less than blissfulness in his voice. I replied. “I thought you had brought me there.” Feeling somewhat defensive.
Kronos looked at me, his face had an odd angle to it. “No”. He said sharply. ““And you have upset a lot of people!”
“Your joking, right?” The pit of my stomach was turning to jelly.
“Of course my boy! Just an attempt at humor.” He laughed. “Although,” He continued. “I am a somewhat surprised. As far as I know, you are the first fledgling student of time travel to have made this jump in so short a time.”
“Who is that masked man!” I quipped, embarrassed by the revelation.
Kronos evidently sensing that I was still upset, imbued me with his bliss. I instantly forgot what it was I was so upset about, as I floated upon waves of blissful contentment, bathed in gorgeous shades of blue.
“Did you have any trouble finding your way back?” He asked.
“No, as soon as I became afraid, I found myself right back in my body.”
“Yes.” He said. “That is the way it is supposed to work. Fear is a sort of fail safe, but is can also be a nuisance. Fear is the major reason there are no real time travelers among your people in this time period.” He looked at me proudly. “And, if all goes according to plan, you will be the very first “Time Lord” on your current time line!”
“Great!” I replied, embarrassed anew. “Curtis the ne'er-do-well, to Curtis the Time Lord in five easy lessons.”
Kronos thought for a bit. The fear structure is located in your upper solar plexus. It is the slowest part of you. We cannot go faster than this part of you will allow. Otherwise, there can be problems with anxiety. One of the reasons we are spending so much time in the vacuum of space, is to assure your personality that there is nothing, at all, to fear. And as I have said before, fear is usually brought about by ignorance. The solution to ignorance, of course, is education.
“We still have a lot of work to do.” “Have you thought about what we discussed when we last talked?” He asked, changing the subject.
“Well, yes, but I didn't get very far. There seems to be something missing.” I ventured innocently.
This seemed to catch Kronos off guard. He began howling with laughter. “I'm sorry!” He apologized, still laughing. “You have no idea what an understatement that is.” Finally regaining his composure. “As we progress through this morass of the inexplicable, eventually you will see just why your statement was so funny to me.”
“Now, where did we leave off?”
I thought for a moment, as I gazed out into the blue wonderment all around me, truly candy for the eyes. With some difficulty, I finally pulled together my review of our last conversation. “As I recall, we were experiencing the various colored universes. You were explaining how they existed, in time, between the black and white universes as components of the white universe.”
“Very good!” He commented. “But permit me to clarify a couple of things.”
Kronos looked at me for a moment. “Before I go on, let's have a little quiz.” He suggested cheerfully.
“Great!” I lied. “I so look forward to our little quizypoos.” I didn't know if Kronos knew what sarcasm was, but if he did, it didn't seem to bother him in the least.
“Now.” He began. “Briefly go through all that you remember. Begin with the void.” His emphasis was on “briefly”.
Although it was annoying to have to circle back through the lessons umpteen times, I knew that each time we reviewed, it was getting a little clearer to me, and I was becoming less afraid. “Hmmmm.” I began. “Well, let's think. The void is a seemingly limitless space. It contains something called “Primordial Energy” that is probably the most condensed matter in the universe. The void is one of several states of being, as part of an endless cycle. The opposite state to the void is one of white light.”
I was getting warmed up. It was funny, that no matter how verbose and boring I could be, Kronos always listened to me as though it was the first time he had ever heard it. I rambled on. “The only difference between these two seemingly opposite states of existence is one of vibration.” I continued. “The void is devoid of vibration, existing at a vibrational zero or null point. Whereas, the white light state exists at the maximum vibrational point in the cycle.” I paused to order my thoughts. “In other words, the same place at different times in the vibrational cycle.”
Kronos was listening patiently. He knew I had difficulty being brief. I continued. “Existing within the seemingly instantaneous transition between black and white, is an array of different universes, each representing a distinct wave length within the spectrum of white light.” I paused again, making sure I had left nothing out. “There is an important distinction between the cycle rate, and the vibration that creates white light and its components. Although they are closely related, the difference is, the rate of vibration is predictable in its production of the various states of existence, whereas the cycle rate is relative to ones vibrational viewpoint, which, due to the laws of relativity, could be anything from a nanosecond, to something approaching infinity!.” I concluded, pleased with my analysis.
“Very well put!” He commented. And with that he was gone.