The Reluctant Time Traveler

The Reluctant Time Traveler - ILLUSIONS
THE RELUCTANT TIMELORD

KRONOS WINKED
     It is early winter of 2013, and I am flying second class on a Red Eye special, from L.A. to Atlanta, for a book signing of my new book, "Kronos Winked", which has been on the N.Y. best sellers list for 33 weeks. My Publisist chided me for not flying first class. "Hey, you can afford it." She would remind me, but old habits were hard to break. I had been broke for so long that I felt a little resentful at suddenly having more than I could spend. Now, that I really didn’t care if I had money or not, it seemed almost a cruel joke.
     I usually vie for a window seat, but forgot to ask, so I wound up sandwiched between two fat men. I felt like a little kid, squished to the point I couldn’t move. One of the men, the one near the window was asleep and farting softly. The fat guy on my right, who I was sure was probably masturbating under his coat, while looking at me with a lot of love in his eyes, but it turned out to be that he was just blind and had this sort of palsy.
     I was uncerimoniously informed about him, after taking a restroom break, and complaining indignantly to the stewardess, who was quick to point out that he most likely was not masturbating, because he has palsy, and most certainly was not looking at me with, or without, a lot of love in his eyes because he didn’t have any eyes, and that I should have known that he was blind and had palsy, because he had a white red tipped cane, dark sunglasses, and was shaking a lot when they help him to his seat, right next to me!
     "Well then, what about the farting fat man?" I asked defensively.
     "What about him?" She fired back. "If you will look, you might notice that there are no empty seats. You will just have to grin and bear it."
"So much for being kind to the elderly!" I whispered loudly, so as not to awaken the passengers, but she was too busy shaking her rather nice ass down the aisle. "I use to eat stewardess for breakfast!" I whispered at her, as an after thought, knowing that she couldn’t hear me.
     Some wise guy, seated next to where I was standing, said, "That’s when you had your teeth grandpa."
Judging from the snikers, others seem to agree with him, so I took my tired old body back to my seat, and sunk back down into my cushion of manly fat.

KRONOS
I hadn’t conversed with Kronos for about a month. He had made his final farewells, saying that his job was done. I felt profoundly sad about loosing him after spending 60 years learning from him on almost a daily basis.

I was feeling my 83 years waying down upon me, and would be glad to finally "shuffle off this mortal coil." My body had been kind to me, and had served me very well, but it was time to put it to rest, since there was little chance of my iniating a rejuvination process, now that Kronos was gone. He said that if I really wanted to rejuvinate, that I could. That was all he had said on the subject.
     I was finally able to doze off. I actually think the steady supply of methane gas helped me get to sleep. As I dozed off, my mind wandered back over all of those unbelievably exciting years with Kronos.
It was 1964. I was just a lad of 27, and Kronos had been my teacher for about 5 years. Kronos started off in, what was to me, a most uncharacteristic, and thus a bit frightening, way.
"I have some bad news. I have waited until I was absolutely sure, before telling you." he was saying, his beautiful face contorted with concern. "Something so terrible as to stop all further progression on this timeline, and all adjacent timelines, happened around the year 2012. Of this there is no doubt. At present, I am unable to see exactly which terrible thing it is, given all manner of horrible possibilities existing in close proximity on adjacent possible time lines? It is no accident that the Mayan seers stopped their calendar at that exact date. And Christian mystics have predicted Armageddon and possibly the end of the world as we know it, as occurring at the end of this Age. Recent discoveries on my part, into your time line, have reinforced the end date of Armageddon as being 2012." He paused for emphasis. "The Soul, that was Jesus, makes his return to take up position as Pope, and dies in the year 2005, which begins the "End Times", and ends on 2012, just 7 years after his death, exactly in accordance with the prediction of the time and length of the Tribulation. Of this much I am certain."
If I had been one of the apostles, it would have been "Doubting Thomas". Kronos’ vision into the future was beyond scary, but I still had a tough time believing everything he said. "No shit! Jesus coming back? Armageddon? How can you be sure?"
Ignoring my confusion, he went on. "I am now convinced that this time and place is the mirror image of Old Atlantis. In other words, I now firmly believe that this is the New Atlantis! The North American Continent.
In the 25,800 year cycle, we are exactly half way around the cycle from the sinking of Old Atlantis. Mirror opposites!"
"Given that the past repeats forever, without change, unless we can effect enough pseudo change in enough people to affect some sort of a hundredth monkey bypass, the terrible thing that happened to Old Atlantis, will happen again, to New Atlantis, as it could have been happening for, who knows how long? Perhaps for many eons or even longer, perhaps, very much longer, considering that the universe could come and go, the "Days and Nights of Brahman", while those living in the indelible past would not be affected in the least". He paused to see if any of this was sinking in. "There is simply no way to know, even for a seasoned Time Lord. As I have pointed out in previous conversations, that the past repeats itself indefinitely is a good thing, a wonderful thing, and absolutely necessary for our continuing evolution, and as the basis for our conscious individual immortality. However, this thing that happened in 2012, is an anomalous disaster of such magnitude, that it, for all intents and purposes, stops time!"

COUNT DOWN
Our goal, Curtis, is, simply, to find ourselves on the other side of 2012, with enough civilization left to continue on. And Curtis, I believe this is entirely possible, you can then, go back to a normal sequence of growth through the Ages. If, however, you find, for whatever reason, that we were not successful, then we must strive for whatever little inroads we can affect in each 26,000 year go around. Unfortunately, there are, at present, only a handful of people who are actively involved in changing coming events. Perhaps only ten, or so, thousand walk ins who are actually capable of instigating even a modicum change.
He shifted his tone to a more somber note. Noticably absent are the Time Lords, who are adept at correcting various kinds of anomalous events in time. Although there are a number of Time Lords arriving here from old Atlantis, I can’t count them as being of any help, and in fact, they may even be responsible for the current problem. I have not found any seasoned Time Lords, other than myself, and if not for a fluke, I wouldn’t be here either.
Why don’t you just manifest through me? That seems a simple fix." I ventured.
He was quick to reply. "Because I am unwilling to work directly in the lower dimensions, through the metamorphic process, for any number of valid reasons, primary among those, is because I am not from this time line, nor do I have previous direct incarnations on Earth, which makes me somewhat reluctant to become involved enough to effect the kind of changes I would normally be capable of instituting. This might sound a bit cold, but understand that I have already experienced the metamorphic process many eons ago on my own planet. Besides, my doing so, would displace your own OverSoul, whose evolutionary future depends, in part, upon manifesting directly through you at some future date."

GOOD SAMARITAN
"I am, however, in the role of a good Samaritan, willing to stay in contact with you if we are unsuccessful, peeking in every 25,800 years, or so, at least until we are able to sufficiently mend the current time track. This wouldn’t place an undue burden upon me to check on your progress from time to time, and besides, I am having fun working with you through, what is for me, a true challenge. Something I have not really had for several eons."
Kronos switched to a different theme. "When I first encountered the problem here, on your time line, I made a commitment to myself, to seek out and train the best willing "residual Soul" and personality combination, I could find, with me acting in the capacity of a temporary OverSoul. I picked the very best possible candidate that was available. The candidate I chose was you. This means I believe that you, Curtis, are my best hope to cause sufficient change, and subsequently avoid whatever it is that usually visits earth in exactly 42 years."
"Holy shit!" I blurted, "If I am mankind’s best hope, then we may have a little problem!" How, I thought, did I ever get myself into this kind of predicament? I really can’t take very much pressure, and live a rather dull and solitary life. If I would have had the slightest idea it would snowball into this, you would find me still hiding under my bed!
"Tell me what you see?" Kronos was asking me.
"What?" I asked, lost in my conundrum. "Oh." "I see only the void." It seems devoid of anything what-so-ever." I said, momentarily straining my senses to glimpse even the faintest bit of light, and glad to be shying away from our previous conversation. As was customary, we were floating in the neither regions of the void of the 6th dimension. This was Kronos’ favorite place, devoid of everything we take for granted. You would think that I would have gotten used to the void by now, but I still had some apprehension about existing in a place that supported no apparent existence what-so-ever! The "6d", as Kronos like to call it, was imbued with an overwhelming feeling that one could only call serenity.

NO MORE STARS IN THE SKY
"Travel within until there are no more stars in the sky". Kronos whispered, quoting some ancient text. "Where is the next dimension, the Seventh?" Kronos, sensing that I was losing concentration, decided to add a bit of flavor to the mix.
I haven’t a clue. I said, not meaning to be rude, but I really didn’t have a clue, and it was beginning to frustrate me, adding to my temporary lapse out of serenity, and my free fall into insanity. I mean, he couldn’t be serious about me being the only one who could save the world, could he? Deep within me, I knew there was nothing I could say that would sway him from his faith in me.

STUDENTS? WHAT STUDENTS?
Kronos laughed, snapping me out of my despondency. "This, the 6D void, is exactly the right place, as a goal for your students. Actually they, by themselves, cannot venture beyond this point without causing a good deal of karmic discord, as you well know. (Refering to my many "acid trips".) Here, they are safe, and being in this spiritual position will signal the Inner Self that they are ready to proceed.
What students? I thought. Kronos couldn’t seem to understand that I didn’t have any students, and really didn’t have the faintest idea how to ever get one. I mean, even my family and closes friends won’t read my stuff. The only way I could change into the kind of person that he was talking about, was to actually go through the metamorphic process, by creating a "sixth dimensional time portal", and stepping through it, and since he wasn’t going to go through it with me, and since I had never even met my real Oversoul, nor did I have the slightest idea of how to erect a "sixth dimensional time portal", the possibility of me actually doing something seemed on the other side of impossible, because, if I understood Kronos correctly, I had, roughly, 42 years to drum up some students, and convince them that the end of the world was near, and that they had to do something right away to save the world from some kind of awful disaster! Maybe I could make a sign. "END OF THE WORLD IS NEAR! JOIN ME NOW! BECOME A STUDENT OF MINE AND HELP ME SAVE THE WORLD! And, when they came to me, hoards of eager souls, I could tell them about my pretend friend from another world who told me everything there is to know about the universe. I could feel my guts grinding together in the abject fear of certain failure. And then he said something, that to me, seemed very strange.
"Blessed are those in "12 step" programs, for the steps will lead them to this very place in serenity."

LOOK WITHIN
"What about looking within?" Kronos finally ventured with an easy smile. What about looking within yourself for that elusive seventh dimension. Remember that it is just another viewpoint of the White Light State. There is only one white light state, it is just that we have viewed it in different ways, making it seem as though we were discovering new sources of light, bringing with it the necessity of new names for it. Remember that there is only one void, and one white light, and only three real dimensions that form our universe. All the parts, the 12 dimensions, that we have studied are simply sub-components of the 3d world.

"Kronos, I can’t concentrate on what you are saying. There is something I have to tell you, I think you got the wrong guy!"
Kronos just smiled benignly, and continued his discourse. "I think it is time for me to encapsulate some of what we have learned about the component universe, in a way that will be easy for your students to understand." He thought for a moment. "We have covered a lot of subjects and new information, never before known on this, your Earth. It was necessary for you to know this, as a teacher, but what is really important? What is absolutely necessary for people to actually know, in order to find themselves ready for their Oversouls, and to initiate the metamorphic process?"

"What?" I mumbled.
Kronos continued. "The primary focus for you, as a teacher, and a student, should be the third dimension. Many religious groups, in this time period, believe that the focus should be anywhere but the lower three dimensions. This erroneous belief has infiltrated the subconscious group mind to such an extent, that most people would be offended if you suggested otherwise."
"Offended?" I whimpered, "They have lynched people for far less travesties than this!"

WISHFUL THINKERS
Kronos was thoughtful for a while before he again spoke. "A lot of wishful thinkers believe that this lifetime is all that there is. After death, they believe that there is nothing." He smiled. "Then, there are those who believe that expunging evil is what it is all about, not understanding that by expunging their evil, they actually just transfer it to weaker souls, in accordance with the laws of balance. Weaker souls, who are promptly lock up in ever growing prison populations. I suppose, taken to a ridiculous extreme, instead of "Haves" verses "Have not’s", as the middle class continues to erode, we would finally be left with those, in prison, verses those, not in prison." He laughed.
Many, if not most, people believe that when they die, it is the beginning of their journey to perfection. And as I have pointed out many times before, Nothing could be further from the truth. And Curtis, you must make this absolutely clear to your students, that one must be in possession of a physical body, (as an anchor), in order to accumulate the necessary multi-dimensional viewpoints that are required for passage into, Tak-apoopy., He said with great reverence. The Universe of Perfection, which is the result of the re-manifestation of the Oversoul through the residual Soul, and subsequently through you, the personality.
"You must teach your students to say the sacred mantra, Wana-tak-apoopy., at the three sacred hours, while meditating upon Earths’ three most sacred lay lines."
"Jesus, Kronos, this will never do! Couldn’t we rename the most sacred place, and make up a different sacred mantra?" I pleaded, as I had ever since I first heard the sacred name.
Kronos stopped his discourse for a moment, considering my request. "One cannot simply change a sacred name, or a sacred mantra. It has been in place since the beginning of time. It is unthinkable! This would be a travesty of the highest order!"
"Well, what about another similar sacred name and mantra?" I pleaded.
Kronos thought for a while. "Well I suppose there is one other."
I smiled encouragingly. Having been in advertising, I knew the importance of good copy, and Wana-tak-apoopy was certainly not good copy!
Kronos continued, nodding his beautiful head.
"Yes, there is one other sacred name and mantra we could possibly use."
"Yes? yes?" I said in expectation.
"In fact, this sacred word is even more sacred than the other one."
"What is it?" I begged.
"It is Wana-fuk-miass.
"I guess Wana-tak-apoopy will be just fine." I said, my will broken.
Kronos smiled at the wisdom of my decision.

UNIVERSE OF PERFECTION
Kronos was wrapping up his lecture. Let me remind you that the universe of perfection is the natural state of existence. All other states of existence are but stepping stones, and as such, are meant to be passed through as one would pass through small towns on the way to ones destination. To become overly involved, as almost everyone is today, on the current time track, is to delay the attainment of our greatest goal. Due to our most precious gift, that of self will, the amount of time one takes to attain states of perfection, could take forever. It is only when the self willingly gives up its sovereignty to its "Inner Most Being", that any true progress can be made. Let me also remind you that attainment of a state of perfection is anything but static. It is, in fact, just the beginning of life as it was always meant to be experienced. No more death, because death goes on beneath our consciousness, much like the birth and death of cells in the body go unnoticed. No more pain and sorrow, because these are products of lesser incomplete states of existence, in which we have all already paid our dues. In fact, all of the horrors we experience on a daily basis, are impossible to have in the universe of perfection. Every Being is effortlessly perfect every moment of their immortal lives. Consumate bliss and love are natural states. By this I mean, states of being so beyond normal concepts of wonderful, that few here have even begun to dream of such an existence, so fantastic that one would instantly give up his current existence for but a few moments of that perfection. We have absolutely nothing to compare, and so, are left without an inkling of understanding of what could be ours. Of what is, and was always, destined to be ours by rite of passage. All of the so called "wonders of our modern world", instantly shrivel by comparison.

Kronos stopped for a moment. "I am afraid we have strayed off of the answer to your question, ‘How does one acquire the three dimensional viewpoint?’ Hmmmmmm, we will have to continue this discussion at another time.
As I dozed on and off, the weight of his departing remarks flowed over and through me! This should be interesting, very interesting........

     I snapped awake. It took me a minute to remember that I was 83, and on an airplane, sandwiched between two fat guys, going to Atlantis. Did I say Atlantis? I mean Atlanta, for my book signing. The Captain was saying something over the intercom. "Our flight plan will be altered due to bad weather." He said in a well modulated Captains voice.
     "Well, it is a little more than just bad weather. It seems that our destination, Atlanta, is no longer in existence, having sunk into the ocean, along with most of the eastern seaboard. We have enough fuel to get back to LAX, and I am attempting to get permission to return."
He said this in the same calm manner that one is accustomed to, from an airplane Captain.
"Please do not panic. I will keep you informed as soon as I know something."
     It was so quiet on the plane, that I began wondering if I was having one of my strange dreams, but the people around me finally began to brake out of their shocked silence. The fat man on my left was trying to dial someone on his cell phone. The blind fat guy with palsy on my right seemed not to notice what was going on. I thought perhaps he was deaf as well.
     "Oh! God!" Exclaimed a woman somewhere behind me, sounding every bit as if she were having an orgasm.
     I could hear the stewardesses trying to reassure everyone, but what could they say? I could hear the fear in their voices.
     "I have got to get to Atlanta, I have a meeting at nine!" I heard some man say, who obviously couldn’t grasp the situation.
     "Did he say that the whole eastern sea board was gone? "What does that mean? A womans voice could be heard from somewhere behind me, her voice shaking. What is an eastern seaboard?"
     "I have a wife and kids in New York!" "Another man was saying. "How could something like this happen?" Panic and disbelief etched his words.
     Well shit! I thought, another fine mess. I guess Kronos and I took the date 2012 too literally. Technically, it was 2013, but it was just January.
     The Captain broke in again. His voice betraying his state of mind. I can’t seem to raise LAX. I can’t seem to raise anyone. Their seems to be ocean beneath us, where no ocean should exist! I am going to head north to see if we can find somewhere to land. It should be light in about 20 minutes. Perhaps we can make some sense of this then."
     People seemed to be much more calm than one would expect under the circumstances. People never failed to amaze me. Wildly hysterical about nothing, and calm in the face of certain death.
     I supposed that if the entire north American continent has sunk beneath the ocean in just a few hours, that it must have created such a monstrous tidal wave, that it would most likely sweep around the world two or three times, washing mankind and all of his gadgetry, away, without a trace. Thousands of years from now, people would be talking about the fabled Atlantis, (or Pacificis), and what happened to her.

     Well, I thought, I have done my part. The one thing that the "end of the World" couldn’t erase were the inroads that Kronos and I had made. It was all there, stored in the Earths Akashic Records. I felt sorry for people to have to start all over again, for the millionth time, but there was next time, when Kronos and I would get together, once again, as we have been doing for, who knows how long? "Small inroads." He had said. But will it be enough? Will it ever be enough?

     I snapped awake. It took me a minute to remember that I was 83, and on an airplane, sandwiched between two fat guys, going to Atlantis. Did I say Atlantis? I mean Atlanta, for my book signing. The Captain was saying something over the intercom. "Our flight plan will be altered due to bad weather." He said in a well modulated Captains voice.
     "Well, it is a little more than just bad weather. It seems that our destination, Atlanta, is no longer in existence, having sunk into the ocean, along with most of the eastern seaboard. We have enough fuel to get back to LAX, and I am attempting to get permission to return."
He said this in the same calm manner that one is accustomed to, from an airplane Captain.
"Please do not panic. I will keep you informed as soon as I know something."
     It was so quiet on the plane, that I began wondering if I was having one of my strange dreams, but the people around me finally began to brake out of their shocked silence. The fat man on my left was trying to dial someone on his cell phone. The blind fat guy with palsy on my right seemed not to notice what was going on. I thought perhaps he was deaf as well.
     "Oh! God!" Exclaimed a woman somewhere behind me, sounding every bit as if she were having an orgasm.
     I could hear the stewardesses trying to reassure everyone, but what could they say? I could hear the fear in their voices.
     "I have got to get to Atlanta, I have a meeting at nine!" I heard some man say, who obviously couldn’t grasp the situation.
     "Did he say that the whole eastern sea board was gone? "What does that mean? A womans voice could be heard from somewhere behind me, her voice shaking. What is an eastern seaboard?"
     "I have a wife and kids in New York!" "Another man was saying. "How could something like this happen?" Panic and disbelief etched his words.
     Well shit! I thought, another fine mess. I guess Kronos and I took the date 2012 too literally. Technically, it was 2013, but it was just January.
     The Captain broke in again. His voice betraying his state of mind. I can’t seem to raise LAX. I can’t seem to raise anyone. Their seems to be ocean beneath us, where no ocean should exist! I am going to head north to see if we can find somewhere to land. It should be light in about 20 minutes. Perhaps we can make some sense of this then."
     People seemed to be much more calm than one would expect under the circumstances. People never failed to amaze me. Wildly hysterical about nothing, and calm in the face of certain death.
     I supposed that if the entire north American continent has sunk beneath the ocean in just a few hours, that it must have created such a monstrous tidal wave, that it would most likely sweep around the world two or three times, washing mankind and all of his gadgetry, away, without a trace. Thousands of years from now, people would be talking about the fabled Atlantis, (or Pacificis), and what happened to her.

     Well, I thought, I have done my part. The one thing that the "end of the World" couldn’t erase were the inroads that Kronos and I had made. It was all there, stored in the Earths Akashic Records. I felt sorry for people to have to start all over again, for the millionth time, but there was next time, when Kronos and I would get together, once again, as we have been doing for, who knows how long? "Small inroads." He had said. But will it be enough? Will it ever be enough?