The Reluctant Time Traveler - VIEWPOINT

THE RELUCTANT TIME TRAVELER




VIEWPOINT

           My apartment building was owned by an old man in his nineties.   Keeping the rent ridiculously low was his way of making amends for a lifetime of greed and broken promises.   The building was ideally located near shopping, and a bus stopped right outside.   It was infested with senior citizens.   The only way one could get an apartment there was if someone had died.   This is how I got mine.   It had belonged to my uncle, and on his deathbed he willed it to me, saying.   "He needs all of the help he can get, and maybe with his own apartment, he wouldn't have to sleep in the back of his mothers pickup truck, you know, the one with the camper."

         At first it was strange to be at least thirty years younger than everybody who lived there, but after a while, I began to enjoy it.   Most of my neighbors were sweet and kind, all except General MacHune.   No one knew for sure if he had really been a general or not.   Everyone was to scared to ask him, including me.   He had one lazy eye that looked around all by itself.   Sometimes he would corner me in the hallway just to chastise me, even though we had never really met.   "I know your type!"   He spit, his lazy eye targeting my face.   "You think you are so clever and good looking, don't you!   Well let me tell you, it all goes away very fast.   One day you are a strong virile man, and the next day you have the testosterone level of a little boy.   Take good care of these", he said grabbing me by the testicles.   "You will be glad you did!"   We just stood there for a little while.   Not saying anything.   His lazy eye looking all around, his grip tightening whenever I tried to move.   He finally let go and I passed out on the hallway floor.   That was the last time we had such an intimate liaison.   This was mainly because I ran like hell every time I saw him.   He was a fast old bastard, but luckily, I was faster.

         I was looking forward to seeing Kronos.   Our studies were becoming progressively easier and more interesting.   I was beginning to catch on to the fundamentals, and was grateful to him for taking the time to ground me in them.

         "Curtis, he said, perhaps a little review would be in order.   I am going to tie everything together that we have looked at concerning the 5d.   It won't be elaborate.   I will just touch on the highlights."   It was easy to concentrate because we were in the good old void again.   Kronos began.   "We found that the third and forth dimensions were mirror images, and that they were actually the two halves of something called the fifth dimension.   This was difficult to see before accessing the 5d, because of the rule that says you can easily see outward but not inward.   Once in the 5d it is difficult to see individual parts because the 5d is so perfect that the inherent viewpoint can only be aware of its own perfection, and is no longer able to entertain its sub-components."

         We were suddenly in the fifth dimension.   "Describe what you see here."   Kronos asked of me.   "I see white light."   I said.   "What does that tell you?"   He asked.   "This is very strange.   Is this a different white light, or the same white light we saw before?"   Kronos smiled.   "Good question.   What do you think?"   I was on a roll.   "I would assume that white light is white light.   And that it is the second white light, the vibrant one, because this one is vibrant."   "Go on, he encouraged me, compare this white light on a feelings basis, with the other white light."   "There is no way to compare them."  I said.   "The other one was powerful and alive, but this one, in addition to being powerful and alive, feels....perfect!"

         Kronos took over.   "My, we have certainly progressed in a quantum leap!"   I could tell he was proud of us.   "Although this white light, and the previous one we experienced, are exactly the same, because they are the same, the profound differences you are feeling is due to an accumulation upon your consciousness of levels of awareness.   In other words, your view point has grown to a level that you can fully appreciate the perfection of white light.   Even though this is the same white light, we labeled, in our first encounter as the second dimension, and this encounter as the fifth dimension.   The only thing that has changed is your viewpoint!"   At the same time, it is important to realize that the evolution of viewpoint is achieved only on a temporary basis."

ON TOP OF THE MOUNTAIN

         "Look at this way, a mountain climber, for example, experiences a continual evolution of viewpoint as he scales the mountain.   Once on top of the mountain, he has achieved the pinnacle as concerns the accumulation of viewpoints that made it possible.   However, once he descends to the bottom of the mountain, he has only a dim recollection of the accumulated viewpoints.   He no longer possess the actual accumulation.   In other words, the accumulation is dynamic instead of passive.   One has to be currently experiencing the phenomenon to have it be valid for them.   On the other hand, the evolution of how to achieve successful accumulation of consciousness is passive and permanent in its evolution.   Kronos continued.   "It is absolutely incumbent upon you to understand the importance of viewpoint, as concerns individualized consciousness in relation to creation.   If there is a purpose to all of this, it would be the thread of evolution of individualized consciousness.

        Before I let you go.   He said.   Considering all that you have learned, what do you imagine the sixth dimension to be like?"   He really caught me off guard.   I reasoned.   "It would have to be an opposite I suppose.   Since the 5d is all encompassing, the 6d would have to be encompassing......nothing?"   Kronos was more excited than I had ever seen him.   He asked, hardly able to contain himself.   "Now, If the 6d encompasses nothing, what would that place be called?"   "The void?"   I ventured.   Kronos exploded into a kaleidoscope of color, he was so happy with my answer!

         "One last question, from where we are right now, how would one access the void?"   I thought about it for a while, and then it hit me!   "Here!"   I blurted.   "We are already here!"

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