Make IT Real! by Sander R.B.E. Beals (ebook reader ink .TXT) 📖

may wonder how we can not use time, but still count seconds? Well, there is a difference: counting a few seconds to alert someone to a specific now that's coming up does not take away from the Now. What we did obliterate however, was the endless stream of minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, years, decades, centuries, millennia, and aeons that made the straightjacket which stifled twenty-first century life. So, in 2020AD, when the church had been officially dismembered, it was decided that we would also reinstate the Eternal Now, as it had been before the advance of the Julian and the Gregorian calendar. It would take quite some getting used to, but watches went really out of style, and no longer were advertized everywhere. Life became quite a lot less hectic after that, and adhoc meetings became quite the fashion.

Like any change, people got used to it, and devised new and novel ways to get to where they were going. No timetables for trains any more, but weird enough the traffic control system proved quite up to the task of avoiding dangerous conditions. People no longer aimed for a specific train, but just went with the flow, arriving at the station when they did, and just took the first arriving train towards their destination. Some people had a bit of a struggle getting used to the new mindset, but in the end all accepted the new relaxed situation. It's hard to tell just how long it took, but pretty soon people acted liked they'd never known anything else.....

But I digress. Haley's voice counts down: “Three, two, one,....” Selina and I are silent, mesmerized by the absence of change. We are still in our close embrace, even though I switched to embracing my lady from the back in order to also be able to look forward, towards the viewports. Just at that moment, Haley disengages the shaders, because she's detected a drop in light levels outside. The speed indicator beeps frantically, as our ship jumps forward, exceeding the top speed its displacement engines can hurl it forward.

I grab the front edge of Selina's seat just in time to not be slammed across the control room by the sudden speed increase. Selina's back presses into my chest like she weighs a ton all of a sudden, but my strong arms gripping the seat edge right between her thighs don't leave her room to escape. Together we watch as the emerging star pattern zooms out into radial beauty as we speed on into the new space that we've just entered. I tell Haley to disengage the engines, except for any course corrections on her gravitational equilibrium scenario. “Light and radiation are steadily decreasing”, Haley informs us. Our speed drops below light speed again, so the stars are more their normal self. Mass density also seems to be returning to normal, but we still have no idea where we are. “Any known reference points, Haley?”, I ask her. “Billions! We're back in normal space again, boss”, is her delighted reply. I turn Selina around on her swivel seat, and hug her passionately. “I guess now you have your answer dear”, I whisper in her ear. Haley interrupts us: “I figured out where we are relative to Earth, it's a good fourteen months away.” I briefly look at Selina, and see her look like she doesn't quite understand. I have the same idea, and so ask Haley what the distance is to Mandigo III, where we originally were headed. The answer arrives immediately, and is much more to our liking: only six months separate us from our heaven on Earth, Mandigo III.

We leave Haley to hold down the fort, and retire to our state room. “Well, if it's going to take another six months, I want a change of scenery”, Selina starts when we enter the room. She's just like me where that is concerned: change sometimes requires more drastic change, to regain our balance. So together we decide on what the new entourage is going to be, which only requires temporary action from the hologenerators: they actually create matter, so once it's created, we can switch them off again.

“Empty the room please, except for the two of us”, Selina starts the game. “And store the designs of the fitness equipment for later retrieval”, I'm quick to add. “I routinely save traces of all objects dematerialized”, Haley informs us in a matter-of-fact tone. “You first.”, I give Selina first draw. She looks at the transparent ceiling, and opens her pretty red lips: “Haley, could you put a hexagonal pattern of bright stars on the ceiling, like the outer layer at home?” Before she can actually breathe after that long sentence, Haley's got her request covered. In a rapid pace the individual lights pop up, from the center of the ceiling outwards. “Next a nice soft green lawn as floor covering, I'm sure you can install a maintenance subroutine to keep it nice and fresh, yeah?”, I add. “Jump!”, Haley reacts, and we both do, landing on the softest grass ever.

Selina is next, and she dictates that the furniture should be mahogany, and richly decorated. I then add a fourposter bed, with spiraling posts, and warm, dark reds and oranges for the bed linen. In quick succession we add a wardrobe, and ask Haley to re-materialize our earlier clothes in there. Next some chairs, lamps, and other knick-knacks.

With this new environment for living, sleeping and loving, we figure our balance has been regained. I pick Selina up, and lovingly carry her to the bed. She looks at me, and I don't need our twin sense of each others psyche to know what happens next.....

Saturday, April 10th, 2010, 16:23

Today, I literally spent most of my day in the gym. First there was my own workout of close to two hours, and then when I got home again I could barely get to work checking my book, before Valerie came by to mention not feeling like going to fitness, but not wanting to forgo the workout either. Thus I volunteered to accompany her during the ride there, and wait for her until it was time to go home again. She wondered if I needed to bring something along to stay busy, but lately I don't need to 'stay busy', and besides that, I just knew that something would come up if it needed to. And it did.....

So I sat there, at the large wooden table, lightly sprinkled with reading distractions. Four glossies, about various subjects: the shipbuilding world, fashion, passion and France. I leafed through all of them, admiring the beauty of ships, watches, jewels, ladies and more watches. And then it hit me: we are being lured into time, thus pulling us away from the timelessness of the All. Timepieces beyond comparison are flaunted in most of these glossies, costing many times over what I make in a month. The women there are beautiful, I'll gladly agree to that, but they all radiate this 'You can't touch me!' attitude. Thus, men are discouraged from ever seriously considering real beauty both inside and out.

Oddly enough, the glossy on France had absolutely no ads for watches in it. But then it also had to do without the beautiful women, thus creating the impression or illusion that the timelessness of France can not be had with the more glossy aspects of life. Go for time, and score big! Yeah, right!

I only watch this stuff sporadically, when there are no better things to do, like just now. But the weird thing is, even in these seemingly unrelated subjects, I find the clues that help me along on my quest to make life more and more fun for me and anyone I can help.

I'm quite convinced that further study of the world's glossies would reveal countless other associations that thus become etched into our global consciousness by these magazines. Now I'm not saying there is a world wide conspiracy going on, but much more the aforementioned unintentional interference of the light that all these people are so valiantly trying to spread about their passions. By becoming aware of these patterns, we can at least choose consciously whether or not we agree with them being true for the Cosmos we each live in...

“Agree?”, I hear you ask: “do we get to choose?” Yes, specifics like that you get to choose! Not the ubiquitous, completely entangled mechanism of the Cosmos, that is a given for you to experience, and recognize. But the output of that incredible machine, the world around us, is totally up for grabs!

Just type 'levitating shaman' into Youtube, and you'll find a very convincing video of an African shaman who, standing in a ring of fire, performs levitation while standing. He actually floats half a meter above the sand, with not the slightest evidence of any hidden supports, unlike some of the other videos found in that same Youtube. But do fakes invalidate the real thing?

So yes, Laws, which are constructs made or recognized by men in their pursuit of the Truth, are there to be bent and broken. Now levitation may look cool, but I'm sure you could think of a few other laws you'd want changed, right?

4444AD, Day 333, 07:08, Liberator

I wake up, pinned down by about 60 kilograms of something. Open my eyes, only to find Selina straddling me, stroking my chest. “You're cute when you're asleep”, she says, and puts her left index finger on the tip of my nose. “But that's not why I woke you, I'm bored.”

We talk a while, and it seems my love has gotten into her head that another five months or so of normal space travel is not what she wants to be doing right now. “Well cutie, since this was your idea in the first place, what would you rather be doing? Apart from having a go at it...”, I hasten to add.

Too late, my one weakness of never being able to say no has gotten the better of me. The next half hour is spent in Heaven, private heaven. If you want to know what specifically happened, I suggest you develop your sense of being to the point where access to the Akashic Records becomes a given. But the problem doesn't really disappear by us being lovingly engaged.

Afterwards, side by side under the dark red and orange bed covers, we come back to it. “What would you rather do then, pumpkin?”, I look at her. “I'd love to live the life we just spent months tweaking to perfection”, my lovely answers. My heart jumps, for she just expressed my deepest wish as well. But even for us very well-equipped androids, such a swap would be unusual to say the least.

“We'd have to notify our family and friends about our change of plans, and how do we get across that boundary and into those lives?”, I play the killjoy, not figuring we can just go ahead and do it.

“the Akashic Records gave me the idea.”, Selina smiles: “she said that since All is One, we could just merge with any aspect of ourselves we wanted to merge with.”

Together we get dressed, and figure that just telling all our loved ones we've decided to go elsewhere would have been undoable back in the old days. People just wouldn't understand. But nowadays the multi-dimensionality of the Cosmos is an accepted feature, so the messages we send out in the next moments all meet with well-wishing and understanding. While waiting for the last of the reactions, we notify Haley of our decision to end the travels of the Liberator 7. Setting its hologenerators to self-consumption is a nice and neat way to clean up after ourselves, although we must take care not to do it before we're actually gone from this location. Since we are actually the higher selves of our 2011 counterparts, there is no need to ask permission. After all, we can aim to experience any aspect of our own being,