"Coincidence is all it is...you're started to sound a little batty yourself, Marty," Amy said.
"Don't be so closed minded, it's possible Tim somehow felt Dad and Mom's deaths."
"It sounds crazy to me, Amy said, but it doesn't matter, anyhow. The question is what are we going to do to help Tim now?"
I was only partially paying attention to their words. I didn't really understand what their conversation was about. Who were these Mom and Dad people they kept talking about? Did I know them? I didn't recognized the names.
My thoughts turned to the recent events that had transpired. Since it was obvious these people didn't create the strange scenes I had witness. There was only one explanation. All I had seen was real but for some reason only I had seen it. Why was that? Were these people some how under some kind of influence that prevented them from perceiving reality. Maybe the mayhem on the highway was in another dimension? One that may friends were unable to reach. Maybe, it was a question of time? Perhaps they could only perceive things that occure as they occurred. Whatever, it was...the carnage had been real. I was sure of that now. Didn't someone (or something) explain to me that I had entered into a higher plain of consciousness? It all was related to some transparent creature that manipulated colors and space. But who or what was that? Then it came to me, the flying Jelly-Fish. I was sure that somehow these creature was behind all the strange things that had been occurring.
My friends continued with their discussion but I had lost all interest. For reasons unknown these people were living in a world of delusions. They could neither see or appreciate the higher dimension and their plain seem irrelevant and pointless to me. Whatever meaning or truth there was could not be found within their world. To find the purpose I had to submerge myself into the shadowy world of the other creatures. I was sure there was something in the other dimension that offered absolute truth without distortions. The people that surrounded me had nothing to offer in ways of reaching the other plain. Everything they said was based on fallacies. They were attempting to produce order from a world of illusion. They were forming conclusions based on a manufactured reality . They had somehow convinced themselves, that by conforming to unified concepts of order, a true world of order would be produced. But they were wrong. What had been created were obstacles to the higher state of consciousness. It was in the shadowy world of the unknown, that our true destiny lied. Had I not been there before? I wasn't sure? I was beginning to recall something, though. Somewhere within the dark deep depths of my stored visions, a strange image was starting to emerge. It's all related, I whispered to myself. Back to the world that we once all knew. To the foundation we'd laid years before. Through many, treacherous miles of wilderness, past thousands of frozen streams, a path awaited me, in a forgotten forest. It starts just how it ended, I thought, inside a dream.
I needed to dissociate myself from my companions. Their endless dialogue of twisted logic was cluttering my mind. They were bombarding my senses with their convoluted notions and ever changing emotions. It was overwhelming. Painful! I felt like my head was about to explode... Then it did!
A blinding light flashed before me. It engulfed all traces of my previous existence. Suddenly, I was surrounded my millions of glimmering, shiny creatures. They were creating some geometrical marvel that was rich in color and flawless in design. The creatures sparkled with astounding beauty. Not a one seem to show a sign of age. Modern wonders of inspired art sprung forth from the ground. A dazzling village was being formed before my eyes. In the center of it all, I saw a waterfall. But it was not water, after all. Cascading down was liquid gold. Down three hundred feet into a pool. I was a visitor to this world but I had a strange feeling it had once been my home.
On the ground, seeming to point the way, were fluorescent stones of purple, blue, and gray. A wondrous rainbow spread across a bright green sky. Colors seem much more then images. In this world the colors were alive. They fell like raindrops into my eyes. Colors were flying everywhere. Splashing, frolicking, in the warm sweet air. It was as if I was witnessing some kind of color lacer show. From this astounding color display several figures slowly emerge.
"Greetings and welcome, stranger," one called out to me.
Whirlwinds of crisp, defined, bright colors circled about these beings. The colors pulsated to a metric rhythm that changed continuously. Were these humans, alien, maybe even divined spirits? I had know way to know? The spectacular, specter of colors made it impossible to guess who or what they were.
"Hello, my friend," one now said to me. Are you a traveler who has lost his way? Or have you come this time to stay?"
"I am a human. I come from a planet we call earth. What planet is this? And what nature of beings are you?"
Another, now answered me in a calm voice that seemed designed to reassure, "My friend you have not left your planet. As to who and what we are you might not understand, you see we are but yourself only viewed from a entirely dfferent way. We are concerned, this is the second time you've come in here but still your not prepared to stay. It was the dead that had before shown you the way, but no dead or living had ever broken the circle. You have ventured now into something new. Was your course plotted? Or have your kind metamorphosed into the second stage?
"I know not how or what has brought me here but you are wrong, I am prepared to stay."
"Sweet child, if only it could be, I know your heart is pure but your soul is fragile, weak and torn. You show no colors. It would be much to dangerous to stay."
"How do I gain the colors?," I inquired hastily, realizing then I desperately wished to stay. Somehow I was sure that this was where I belonged all along.
They whispered something amongst themselves then finally one did say, "Do you know not what brings you here nor why this plain is here?"
"No, but I believe it has something to do with all of us...from a long time ago?"
I was hoping my reply would make more sense to them then it did to me. Whatever was hidden within my replay worked liked a key to unlock a door. The figures came forward, out of a frenzy of mutating colors. They had no bodies. They were structured from (or of) precise interlocking geometrical shapes. The various components formed to make a unique mathematical design. It was a shape, I'd never seen but still somehow understood. There was order and purpose to the structure. Although I didn't fully understand the reason...I knelled on the floor. I could not stare directly into the entity. There was something too familiar.....too pure....too perfect...It was my mother and father....It was me....It was you.....It was all of us and everything..... This was....what I had always searched for....this is what we all have searched for...but it was too much and much too much more. I wished only to flee...I knew now why we fear the unknown.... It is not an irrational fear..the unknown should be feared....it's horror, in it's most primitive, pure form..exposed....naked.... Both hot and cold. I was in agony....with a feeling of absolute contentment.
Strange as it seems, I discovered that pure pleasure is more excruciating then any pain will ever be. The total feeling of absolute fulfillment brings the journey to a close. Once you have discovered ultimate peace. Life loses its mystery. The struggle is over....your pain is gone...and YOU HAVE NO WHERE ELSE TO GO!
Our pain...Our struggle...Our search...These are what motivate us all...this is our drive, what makes life bearable. Our happiness comes from the struggle. It is the quest. The hunt. Our thirst for discovery. Our respect and fear of the unknown. These are as essential to humans as oxygen. Utopia can never be reality. For if it ever were achieved, it would become the opposite of what it now means.
The "Geometric Marvel of Divinity Design" was absolute truth and there was nothing left to see. The ultimate gift had bestowed on to me. And my "Will" died with it, instantly.
"You understand the danger now, my son. You see why you must leave?" It was the Marvel that spoke these words to me but it was my Father's voice I heard.
At first I thought, I would be unable to form any words in replay. Words without goals or purpose are meaningless. What was there to say? But somehow for some reason, I heard a slight whisper of what once was my own voice.
"No where to go," was my faint replay.
"No, my son you are wrong. Your journey has just begun. The purpose was to find the door, never to have walked through but somehow you did and so the change begins. I thought it was going to happen differently starting with babies born after 2033 but since you found your way to me, it most certainly was meant to be. You must return now to the other "Plain". For that where all "Changes" are made. It is where they must begin and will always remain . When we meet again you will be prepared for this stage and you will journey into a different sphere. Return, now to from where you came. I give to you back your old world and with it all your pain. I will erase your mind of my vision so you will function as you were. Leave now, my friend. Will meet again some day."
I still found it difficult to form my words and only managed to say; "How?"
"My son, you can always find your home again simply go back in the opposite direction from which you came."
I didn't understand, since I didn't know which direction had brought me here, how was I to know its opposite. I wondered if Dorthy felt this way when she was told how to leave Oz? I even glanced down at my feet but there were no Ruby slippers there. Then, I remembered it wasn't the slippers that had taken Dorthy home. With that thought, I felt a strong force begin to pull me. Back!
A felling of overwhelming terror raced through my entire body. It was like, I was being pulled from the ocean floor, but I was raising to fast, way to fast. The core or essence of whatever it is that makes us who we are, was being mutilated somewhere within the depths of my soul. I was going die, or maybe I was already dead? What was occurring certainly had nothing to do with life. I continued my raise at an astounding rate. Wherever I had been, must have been a great distance from wherever I was going. What force was pulling me? Didn't it know our bodies were not designed to endure such strains? It would be only seconds until, I was sure, my organs would be ripped into shreds. Death was going to take me and I hadn't a clue as to what had brought me to her? Sounds and sights merged into one . I could not distinguish between my senses but somehow I felt, a transmogrification of body and soul.
It was not my death. It was something worse. I was being reborn. Not to some spiritual awakening but to the tragic world, where I lingered before. My physical self was not in danger.....I struggled with all my might to resist the tremendous pull. For I knew in that split moment what was occurring and if I did submerge...what would be destroyed. My entire will was focused on fighting the force.
"I left your world of tragedies and sorrow. Your sadistic world of bitter tortured resentment....the world that erupts in daily acts of random violence. The culture wasteland that breads casual destruction of all that is beautiful and free. I can not be returned to this absurd world of brutality and pain, I screamed.
"You must go," I heard a voice from a great distance say. "It's too dangerous for you to stay. Do not forsake the home you know. You are placing yourself in great peril. You belong with them, not with me. Let the memories float away. You will return soon, I promise you. Your next quest has already begun. Fight no more my son."
Something left me. Like a vivid dream that evaporates in the morning sun, something was gone. I focused my attention to what remained. At first only stillness, blackness. A void. No substance. Nothing. Slowly light then crept into my eyes. My senses began to form distinctions from one another. Experiences from my life rematerialize inside my brain. It was perplexing, hazy but slowly from my splintered images of reflections a fragmented notion of myself was born.
( Continued on Delta XVII)
