The Reluctant Time Traveler

MR. HICKY AND DORA
I didn't know where I was.    The sky was changing color from red, to brown, to orange, and on up the spectrum until it reached a beautiful shade of lavender.    It lingered there for a while, and then began to descend back down the spectrum in the reverse order.    I was talking to a man I recognized from my childhood, who had lived next door to my grandparents.    His name was Mr. Hickey, and he was well into his nineties.    His most noticeable feature was that he had no eyelids.    I never knew exactly why, and I wasn't about to ask him now.    He was slow spoken and whispery.    I found him a very kind and gentle man.

      Next to him was a lady that had been his next door neighbor.    She was a woman in her mid eighties, who ironed her hair.    I knew her as simply, "Dora".    I didn't have the heart to tell her that her hair looked a bit like a surf board, the way it stiffly paralleled her back, jutting out at a strange angle.    She was only about four foot eight, and was fond of taking her clothes off and wandering down the street at odd hours.    One day they took her away.    "I have often relied on the kindness of strangers." I seemed to hear her say.

      The phone rang, and I answered it.    It was Kronos.    "Ready for a new adventure?" He asked merrily.    I woke up to find that I was still in bed.    Kronos had somehow gotten into my dream. Was nothing sacred?

CRIMSON SKY
      It was the year 1972. Although I had spent time with Kronos, it was only 6 or 7 times a year. I wished that it had been more, but it often took a few months to fully process all of the information Kronos shared with me. Even more than the raw data, was the slow but sure spiritual growth. I was changing from the inside out, meaning that my personality hadn't changed nearly as much, as had my Soul.
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.

      "If you recall from our previous talks, the 3rd dimension is a combination of the 1st and 2nd dimensions, which we established as being a place of universal white light.    Meaning that it has no opposite...." I nodded in agreement.    Continuing, he said, "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, enthusiastically.    "I was wondering about that."

      "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." 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 make sure I was still with him.    "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.    But, remember that it is still the same place and the same energy found in the void.    The only difference is one of vibration."