It had been over a month since I last visited with Kronos. Linda was thrilled that I wasn't going on any more trips. She was staying over almost every night. I was about as wrong as could be, when I predicted that our relationship would only last another three weeks. Here is was, exactly four weeks, and she was bugging me to get married!
MY
MOTHER
She even talked me into visiting my mother, ignoring my every protestations. My mother immediately told Linda about how hard it is to potty train me, as though it was still an ongoing process! And that as an adult, I had logged more hours in the back of her pickup truck, you know, the one with the camper, than I had in a bed. My sweet little mother gleefully shared with Linda, every single fact about me that I would have rather taken to the grave. I sat there numbly, feeling a bit queasy as she recounted all of my girl friends and ex-wives by name, as in a litany! It kind of reminded me of the part in "Enemy Mine", where "Davidge" accompanies the adolescent "Zammis" to the home planet of the "Dracos", to present him at his naming day. An event where Zammis has to name all of his ancestors, their affiliation and relationships. Anyway, I think you know what I mean. I was surprised that my mom didn't hand out a phone list! She even had said to Linda. "Maybe you can do something with him, for he surely needs a keeper!"
Mom was one of those people that if you were smoking a cigarette, she would empty the ashtray every time you flicked an ash into it. This wasn't because she was a clean freak or anything, it was just to make a point in her war against cigarette smokers. Luckily, neither one of us smoked. It didn't take my mom long to figure out that Linda was an accident looking for a place to happen. Finally, after lunch, my mom got out the vacuum and begin to vacuum Linda off. Linda didn't seem to mind, in fact, it looked as though she rather liked the attention.
Later when I talked to my mother on the phone, which was never under an hour, she hesitated saying anything at all about Linda, which meant that either, hell really had frozen over, or she simply didn't want to hurt my feelings. Finally, I had to assume that indeed hell had not frozen over, but was at record high temperatures, when she asked. "How much money did you say she has? Because, not only does she need a keeper, she needs a full time hand maiden, as well as a 24 hour a day staff of servants. She is a sweet little thing, but I haven't in eighty long years of experience with all kinds of people from all around the world, ever met anyone anywhere near as accident prone as she is! I am surprised she hasn't bitten it off!" "Does this mean that you will like her as a daughter-in-law?" I asked, already knowing the answer. "My heavens yes! We thought you would wind up with some penniless hippy looking gypsy woman with six kids, and both of you would live happily ever after in the back of my pickup truck. You know the one." "Yes mom, I know, the one with the camper on the back."
GET
OUT!
My life was getting noticeably better. At Linda's insistence and against my better judgment, I quit my job. Whew! What a relief to get out of there! As a teacher of adults, I sucked. I was slowly going as mad as a defrocked priest, to the point that the students were complaining. The burn out rate there was six months, tops. I had been there twelve years! I never could figure out exactly what a student would say to the "Dean" in that situation. "Curtis is plunking his magic twanger again." I guess that I knew, somewhere deep, that I was going mad. I was told by the Dean that the students were complaining that they could see the whites at the tops of my eyes, which was scaring them, and flecks of white foam at the corners of my mouth. Well, anyway, I had the feeling that they were trying to get rid of me when the owner of the school said to me one day. "GET OUT!"
I was so far gone that I couldn't quite fathom that "get out" meant "get out!" According to the local newspaper, my conversation with the owner went something like this. "I mean how can someone "getout"? "Get", which is a verb, and "out", which is an adverb, which correctly modifies the verb "get", however, this is like that age old argument about saying "take a crap." Although "take" is a verb and "crap" is a verb, you would think that one would, more correctly, say "give", which is another verb, a "crap", or "give a crap." As an example, "Frankly Miss Scarlet, I don't give a Crap!" By this time the owner, (who, I was about to find out, was not a man in drag, but was actually a menopausal woman, who evidently had something against wearing underpants), got so upset that she passed out, inadvertently flipping her dress up over her head for everyone to see, (as she later found out), making everyone extremely queasy, including me! I am here to tell you that when you are nuts, you are the very last one to even suspect! The kicker, and the reason they didn't fire me on the spot, was that, unbeknown to me, I could have sued them for any number of reasons, including stress. They had learned the hard way that this was potentially, money out of their pockets, so they kept me on while they carefully built their case against me.
A
KEPT
MAN
I was now, officially, a kept man! Linda was thrilled that I went along with her. I had one pair of slacks that I had been wearing everyday to school, about a half dozen frayed white shirts, a half dozen pairs of dark grey socks with holes, a couple of dozen pairs of jockey shorts with holes, a ten year old worn sports jacket that had already been out of style ten years ago, one pair of well worn blue jeans with holes, which was in style, and about twenty pairs of crappy shoes. All of my ties were gifts from relatives. Linda took me on a shopping spree. We went to all of the best shops, and, according to my brother, I could pass for a pimp in a Louisiana whore house. I knew he had stolen that line from the movie "Patton", and paraphrased it. In the movie, someone had called General Patton's magnificent ivory handled pistols, pearl handled. I felt sorry for the poor bastard! Not Patton, but the man who had said.....well anyway, I thought I looked pretty spiffy, driving my brand new red Ferrari, with my spiffy new clothes and my spiffy looking girlfriend!
DEFCON
4
It was about time I had gotten some new clothes, I mean, I had under-wear older than Linda. Some of them had a large very obscene hole in exactly the same spot in the back, it was creepy, especially for someone like me, who believes in UFO abductions! Some even had the entire rear end missing! Looking at these poor things, I imagined that they must have had a REALLY good time! I wasn't very good at doing the laundry, so when I went to my under-wear and sock drawer, and to my amazement, found it as bare as "Old Mother Hubbard's titties", I would immediately go to "Defcon Four", the way they do in movies inside of the center of military planning, built far beneath "the mountain", the exact location being "Top-Secret". The "big board" was lit up like the "fourth of July". The giant four ton computer was getting very upset! "Those specks on satellite imagery are either nuclear missiles or high flying pigeons General. The General's four shiny stars seemed to weigh heavily on his shoulders. "Thank you Major. Go to Defcon Four!" He said with a note of dread in his practiced Generals voice.
Well, anyway, defcon four meant to me that I would have to go to drastic measures concerning my under-wear. First I would fish them out of my laundry basket, off of lamps and out from underneath my bed, and from inside of my bed, usually down at the bottom. Next, I would make two piles. One pile that failed the "sight test", and were immediately put back down deep in my laundry basket with towels wrapped around them, like bio-hazardous waste. The other pile that did pass the sight test was ready for the "sniff test". Now, I could sniff them or let Mrs. Peel sniff them, which she was very good at, and more than happy to do. So, in all fairness, I would sniff one, and then she would sniff one. If she did a "lip curl", that pair went immediately into quarantine, and back into the laundry basket. The same was true for those that made me "lip curl", until we were down to two or three candidates. I would then pick the lucky winner and put them on. I supposed that married guys have their wives do the sniff test, and old guys that lived alone, would probably skip the sniff test altogether, and go straight to the least offensive looking pair. At least this is what I imagined.
THE
LAUNDRY
ROOM
The laundry room was down in the subterranean parking structure, at the other end of the building. The few machines that were there, seemed to always be full. So I would run down to see if there were any empty machines, usually to find that someone had filled all of the washers, and then had evidently gone on vacation or something, leaving their wet clothes there, each in their separate soggy habitats, waiting faithfully for their owner to return. I hated waiting down there. I mean, this is where everyone gets killed in the movies, or worse, raped! There was a tiny T.V.. I mean this thing was only about twelve inches, and so old that it had these giant knobs on the front of it. I didn't mind the awful tinny sound, due to all of the moisture constantly collecting on the speaker, and I didn't mind that the T.V. was only black and white. What I did mind was that there is usually someone else down there, who hogged the only chair and was always a soap opera fanatic as well. I found out the hard way that you never ever try to change the channel, when one of those people was watching their favorite soaps!
OLD
DICK
Dick, who was old, so I always called him "Old Dick", always hogged the chair and the T.V.. I didn't like him much, and he was old, so I figured that he couldn't beat me up, but boy was I wrong! Let me tell you about this kid who, I told Linda, that I had named the "enphant terrible", which she thought was too French, so we compromised and called him "Boy Satan". I later changed this to "911", but that is a long story. Boy Satan, who apparently had no name of his own, was Old Dicks grandson. This kid was mean through and through, and I was sure that he must have had a bounty out on him at the very least! Everything about him spelled meanness. First off, he only had one eye. He wore this black patch that someone had drawn an eye on. It was much bigger than his real eye, which made him look all the more scary. He had a way of jutting out his lower jaw when he looked at you, as he calculated what part of you he would kick first with his pointy little cowboy boots. I mean, I still have scars! Ouch! Ouch! OUCH!
His grandfather just seemed to let him do whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted. Old Dick would just sit there, hogging the chair, and watching his soaps. This particular day I will always remember as though it happened just yesterday. I guess this is because it did happen just yesterday, hehe, I think I remember that from one of the "Airplane" movies. It was a dreary day. The "play offs" were just beginning on T.V.. I had to do laundry, because all of my under-ware was in quarantine, and Mrs.Peele had lip curled my blue jeans! I thought I would catch some of the action on the little black and white. I ran all of the way down to the laundry room, and to my amazement, for once, all of the machines were empty! I immediately ran all of the way back to my apartment, and had then walked as quickly as I could all of the way back down there with my laundry basket, detergent, bleach and a pocket full of quarters. Upon arriving at the laundry room, I found Old Dick, in all his hairy glory, hogging the chair, and watching "All My Children." His grandson was happily pouring a whole bottle of bleach into the only washer that was not in use.
911
When I asked "Boy Satan" to please stop what he was doing, he said, without any sort of warning. "That's it! I'm calling the cops!" Before I could react, he ran to the phone on the wall, climbed up on a chair, and to my horror, dialed 911. I was very relieve to hear the voice on the other end say, "Your call is very important to us. All of our operators are busy. Please stay on the line and your call will be answered in the order in which it was taken." Shaking, I hung up the phone and yelled at the old man. "Hey you! Old Dick!" I gargled, kicking his chair. "Why don't you put a leash on your kid!" He looked at me startled, his old man's eyes wide. "Its not my kid!" He said with a thick accent that I couldn't place. He looked sadly up at me, thick black and grey hair stuck out in tufts from under his soiled undershirt the pelt of hair stopped oddly, in a perfect circle around his head, and stopped cleanly just under his adams apple, as though it had just been freshly mowed. "He belonged to my daughter and her husband. They killed themselves one day, right in front of the boy. No one knows why, no note, no nothing! Luckily, the boy was able to dial "911" to get help, but it was too late. They were already dead." He hung his head, not looking at me.
I looked at the kid, and felt kind of sorry for him. He suddenly looked very small. About five I judged. He looked kind of cute in his little cowboy boots, blue jeans, a red and white checkered long sleeved shirt, and little chrome pistols in their little plastic holsters. He had a little cowboy hat on that read "Black Bart" across the front, and a little metal star that said "Sheriff", pinned on an imitation leather vest. As I looked at him, I began to feel very sorry for him. I mean, after all, he had only one eye, with a little eye patch over it, with the giant scary eye painted on it. I felt a little choked up when I realized that the poor little thing had probably drawn it himself! Not to mention that he had just lost both of his parents right in front of his...eye. And he was forced to live with this wheezy old man, who undoubtedly wore really grodie under-pants!
I was putting my laundry into the washer, when a terrible pang of compassion hit me, to the point of tears. I had to do my whites first because of all the bleach the little boy had poured into my machine. I had all of my quarters stacked neatly on the edge of the washer, which was noisily filling, the lid still open. I measured out the detergent and poured it in, instantly turning the water a bubbly white. I had placed all of the rest of my clothes on the table used for folding laundry. I motioned for the boy to come over, thinking that I would give him a couple of quarters for the candy machine. He came close, his little eye looking strangely incongruous with his painted eye. He inched a little closer, looking as though he was afraid I was going to hit him or something, but before I could say anything, he had, in a single practiced motion, knocked all of my quarters into the soapy bleach filled water. At the same time, he moved expertly in close to my face, and to my utter horror, flipped his patch up exposing an unmentionably awful looking eye hole, that looked as if it has some sort of food in it, along with a quarter and several M&Ms!
HOLY
SHIT!
MY
CLOTHES
ARE
ON
FIRE!
I knew that I was going to be sick! I ran outside of the laundry room to wretch. I hadn't been gone more than a half a minute, when I notices flames issuing from my remaining laundry! In less than a minute, Boy Satan had managed to somehow set my clothes on fire! I rushed in, and risking burning my hands and arms, managed to get them to the deep laundry sink where I turned on the water, but it was too late. This is when I noticed that my hair was on fire! I quickly put my head underneath the water. I could hear Boy Satan screaming with laughter. I suddenly recalled a similar scene out of the movie, "Bad Seed."
When I turned around, Old Dick was admonishing his grandson. "What did I tell you! Not to play with matches! If I told you once, I told you a hundred times, and now I mean it!" I suddenly was seeing through a red haze. I was not conscious of moving, but I could see my hands extended out in front of me as I lurched powerfully forward, kind of like the movie "Frankenstein's Monster". Not the triple X version, but the original version, based on Mary Shelley's book. My hands were groping for the boys neck. I could hear my voice. "ARRRRRRR! ARRRRRRRRRR!
I am sure that I would never have actually harmed the child, because it is simply not in my nature. However, Old Dick evidently thought otherwise, for he suddenly galvanized into action, and kicked me with great force and accuracy square in a place that Linda is most fond of! It was then that I mercifully blacked out. I didn't come to until one of the same two officers, that were becoming like family to me, threw water on my face. One of them was saying. "We can do this the easy way, or we can do this the hard way!" I knew the drill, because I had seen the same movie!
BACK TO THE MATRIX
"Here the bond between the two is much more evident, looking at the 1st and 4th primordial dimensions. Kronos was saying. He was having me find what he was talking about, while he explained what he was seeing. It was very difficult at first, but I was getting fairly good at it. "They are bound in a cycle of reversal. By this I mean, they periodically change places. The frequency is based upon the relative viewpoint of the observer. We have seen this phenomenon before. Simply stated, by increasing ones relative frequency, the bonded pair will seem to slow down in its exchange. Remember the analogy of running along side of a train. This gives us an excellent vantage point to see exactly what happens."
I know that your mind has become fatigued with the overwhelming amount of information we have covered in such a short space of time, and your physical body is suffering as well, but if you can just hang on, I promise that it will all be worth it. And, the good news is, once we get back to the sixth dimensional void, everything will suddenly click into place, because we will have come full circle!" He smiled, patting me reassuringly.
Kronos continued. Although we are looking at a single bonded pair, there are an indeterminate number of bonded pairs, all going through identical cycles. In addition to the relative frequency of cycles, there are also relative viewpoints as to the size of these components. This means that dependent upon the relative viewpoint of the individual observing the bonded pair, it can appear as single unit so small at to be identified with the original concept of the atom. In other words, a unit so small that it is no longer divisible, and nothing in existence is smaller. On the other hand, it can appear as a unit so large that it is no longer expandable, and nothing in existence is larger. This phenomenon is possible through the relativity of viewpoints, because, the bonded pairs are all of an identical size!"
He let this block buster sink in for a while. I had a bunch of questions, but didn't know where to start. "Jeez! Kronos, this flies in the face of everything I have ever read or studied about atomic or molecular structure. At least I think it does." I was totally confused. "Let me hammer this out, at the expense of appearing even dumber than I have in the past." I laughed at my own joke. Kronos settled back, awaiting my astute analysis, apparently agreeing with me. "Hmmmm, OK, here goes. I take it that the bonded pairs are crystalline in nature, and formed out of matter and anti-matter.
Kronos held up his hand. "Oops! I forgot to mention that only one of the pairs is crystalline at any given time. This, of course, is in compliance with the equal and opposite law. Since the crystalline half is obviously crystalline, then the opposite pair is always globular. The globular portion is mainly what we see in our everyday universe. It appears as everything from the tiniest atom to the Sun itself."
"Bungalow Bill, what did you kill". I sang under my breath as I composed my thoughts, incorporating what he had just said. It was getting so that I couldn't even hear a "Beetles" song without it playing forever in my head! I had just finally gotten rid of "Rocky Raccoon", when "Bungalow Bill started! "Alrighty then." I said with authority. The bonded pairs are formed out of matter and anti-matter, which switch sides periodically. I assume, one side, the anti-matter side, is always crystalline, while the matter side is always globular." I said taking a chance. Since Kronos didn't disagree, I continued. I also assume that when sides are switched, what was matter becomes anti-matter, and what was anti-matter becomes matter. Each bonded pair is exactly the same size. The appearance of differences in size is merely an illusion due to the relativity of viewpoints. There are an indeterminate number of bonded pairs, all going through identical cycles. I quoted him, word for word. I figured I couldn't get into too much trouble there." Kronos looked at me. "Your own words please."
I looked at him. "I am going out on a limb here, but does this mean that if these are individual universes, that, err.....I don't know what I mean." Kronos laughed. "You were on the right track." He smiled at me, obviously proud of my progress. I was proud too! "I think I had better beam in here." He said, saving the day. "You had the right idea, if these bonded pairs, at least the globular part, are indeed individual universes, and as we progress, it will become self evident, then it would have to be, (given that they are all identical in size), that we exist, as 3d beings, inside of one of these globes, which appears to us as being universal sized! It would also follow, that why an atom, the smallest building block in natures arsenal, can appear so small, is also due to the relativity of viewpoints."
I interrupted him, as per his standing request. "I am really confused now! I just can't imagine how this could be possible? I mean, how can this be?" I am sure smoke would be coming out of my ears had I been in my physical body. Kronos laughed. "Curtis, you are trying to understand it with your 3d linear time mind. This part of your consciousness is fanatically attuned to illusion, so that it never appears as illusion, but is always seamlessly merging into what you perceive as reality." He paused for a moment. "Whenever I mention illusion, I mean it as a good and necessary thing. In non-linear time and multi-dimensional space, the manipulation of the relativity of 3d time and space is paramount for creating successful illusion. Due to the relativity of size, combined with non-linear time, where everything that can happen or did happen is coexisting in perfect balance, it is perfectly plausible for you to be able to live inside of an atom, while observing a hydrogen atom, through a sophisticated microscope, and have it be the exact same atom!" He paused to give me time to catch up. "This brings us to the atomic structure of the bonded pair. It has something in its center which approximates a positively charged proton. This, of course, would be our globular component of the pair. Encircling it is something that resembles a negatively charged, electron field. One within the other. Someday, when telescopes are powerful enough, astronomers will discover the crystalline component. It will appear as, well, in the case of our universe, as a decahedron, that is twelve five sided pentahedrons, exactly like a soccer ball."
Seeing that my attention was flagging, he said. "That is enough for this session. Hang on my little friend, it is about to all come together! I certainly don't expect you to understand much of all that we covered. I admit that it was quite an array of information to expose you to. Just let it sink into your subconscious mind, and don't worry about if you understand it or not. Next time, based upon any questions you may have for me, and a quiz, we will go over it until you do understand."
"Please remember that the concepts we are studying, are far too difficult for human consciousness to fully comprehend in your present evolutionary timeline. The best we can hope for is a general abstract understanding. This is an important lesson for you to remember when you are frustrated with your student for not being able to understand the simplest concepts." He laughed. "This seed once planted, here, so many thousands of years in your past, will make it possible for future, more capable and evolutionary advanced ancestors of yours to fully comprehend all that you have been given and will have shared. Even if you do not fully understand these universal gifts, some part of your mind is capable of understanding. It is to this part that I address my attention, and my blessings."
"Next time, we can go on to my favorite part, the technical side of exactly how the formation of atoms and universes occurs!" He said, as excited as a child!