2150 AD

by Thea Alexander

  While I had the impression that there were other life­times in between, the next incarnation that I became aware of was in a later Egyptian period. I was a Pharaoh who succeeded in freeing the slaves in his land during his reign. I saw myself trying to rule wisely and well, but being constantly frustrated by the corrupt and treacher­ous priesthood. Finally my royal wrath could no longer be contained and I killed the fat and foppish high priest along with as many of his lesser priests as I could get my hands on. But my bloody actions divided my country, and I, too, was murdered at the end of a long civil war.

  Again I had the impression of many incarnations in­tervening before I saw and felt myself wearing the robes of a cardinal in the early Renaissance church of Rome. I was a fanatic at insisting that sins be driven out of human flesh by torture. Gleefully and with “holy ven­geance” I devised newer and better torture methods, such as‑my God‑chopping off my victim’s limbs a section at a time. While I frequently used the burning stake, I usually reserved it for women who refused me their sexual favors. I was indeed a monstrous hypocrite. Be­cause the pope was weak and I was rich and ruthless, I became the most powerful priest in the church. Fortu­nately for the people of Italy, who lived in fear of me, the plague favored them by carrying me off prematurely.

  This death was followed by a hideous period, on the lowest astral planes. Since my selfish desires kept me from rising to higher levels, I was forced to associate with the most loathsome and distorted personalities.

  Then brief impressions of other lives flashed by until once again I became aware of a vividly clear incarnation as the daughter of a poor stone‑cutter living in a Spain shuddering from the excesses of the Inquisition. I was the eldest in a very poor but large family of eight daughters including myself. I worked long hours to support my aging parents and my many sisters and probably would have lived a long life of this menial drudgery if I had not had this one heretical obsession: I refused to accept the idea of eternal hell. My family spent many years trying to force me to recant this heresy until my sisters, in order to save my poor soul, called upon the officers of the In­quisition for help. My obsession was stronger than the pain of many ingenious means of torture and, in a last desperate attempt to save my soul, I was burned at the stake surrounded by the faces of my sisters praying for my redemption.

  The pain and fear associated with this past flaming death caused me to wake up with a scream in the year 1976. It was 4 a.m. and Karl was asking me if I was all right. After assuring him that I was okay now, I fell back to sleep and awakened in my C.I. chair back in 2150.

  Lea was bending over me wiping the sweat off my face with a damp cloth. Seeing my eyes open, she lowered her face to mine and gently kissed my lips. Then she said, “Now you know one of the reasons why micro man doesn’t want to remember past lives.”

  “My God,” I exclaimed, “if they are all as horrible as mine, I don’t blame anyone for not wanting to remember them!”

  “Oh, they aren’t all horrible,” Lea assured me. “You had many lives that were rather peaceful and uneventful. But you didn’t learn much from most of them. The five incarnations that you’ve just relived formed a learning pat­tern which illustrated to you the consequences of cruel treatment of others. Your soul selects an opportunity for you to grow on. If you waste the opportunity in one life, your soul balances that with an opposite opportunity in another life.”

  “That’s a hard way to learn,” I complained. “Does everyone have to learn that painfully?”

  “Everyone who chooses the spiritual devolution of the soul ends up with total delusionary amnesia of their past and, thus, has no Macro awareness of the perfect order maintained by the soul in selecting learning opportunities. If you can’t remember your macrocosmic oneness with all, you will desire micro power to alleviate your fears of loneliness and weakness. Micro man treats others selfishly, cruelly, to increase his feelings of power, adequacy, and security,” was her answer.

  “All right, Lea,” I said. “I sure hope I learned something from those horrible experiences. Can’t I relive some pleasant ones?”

  “Certainly,” she replied. “It won’t be necessary to ask C.I. for help any more. We’ve opened a pathway to your past. In the future if you meditate deeply you will be able to recall fragments of many more lives. For the moment, however, lie back in your chair arid I’ll help you practice retro cognition.”

  I followed her suggestion and allowed her mind to help me relax and ‘put aside my conscious micro concerns. Soon, with her help, I was once again floating through time‑on and on‑through peripheral flashes of other lives and experiences. However, these were not ones that Lea wished us to look at in more detail, so we continued our journey along the mighty river of time.

  Before long I focused clearly on a life as an islander in the tropical South Pacific. It was a lovely peaceful life in a small Polynesian society in which I watched myself grow from a young boy into strong manhood. I married a dark lovely girl whom I recognized immediately as Carol, although her physical appearance was certainly not the same as in 2150. We had a number of children, among whom I noticed were Neal and Jean.

  Our life on this Pacific island was one of cooperation and love. Our head man was a very wise and patient leader who seemed to know how to resolve human prob­lems at an early stage before great harm could arise. By the time I reached middle age he was a very old man, yet I recognized in him the soul of Rana. Upon his death I was accepted as leader by all and spent many happy years before the advent of the white traders.

  I was very old when the great ships arrived bearing the cruel, lust‑filled white men. I tried to warn my people of the anger I felt in these strangers, but like curious children they could not resist the fascination and excitement surrounding these strange beings.

  The fascination was short‑lived for soon the white men began taking our young men and women off with them when they sailed away. The day came when if we saw the great white sails approaching our island, we would all try to hide. But our island was small and the ships sent out search parties to rout out all who hid. It was then that I tried to organize an escape to another island, but we were discovered and I, as the leader, was executed.

  It seemed that after this life I had a very pleasant sojourn on the higher astral planes in which I renewed acquaintances with many old friends and was briefly reunited with Lea. Together we planned new incarna­tions in which we could learn to further overcome the micro desires which kept us separate. She left our tempo­rary resting place first in order to incarnate as a male of the British nobility during the late 18th century. I left the astral level soon afterward to incarnate as a male in one of the North American Indian tribes of the early 19th century.

  In this last incarnation I devoted my life to philosophy and healing and became a respected medicine man. In late middle age I began to spend almost all of my time seeking out and teaching young children how to live more loving and accepting lives. While I experienced some opposition to my teachings from the more warlike mem­bers of the tribe, my reputation as a healer was so great that no one openly opposed me. I am convinced that in time I could have changed the course of history for my people, but again I was thwarted by white invaders. One day while almost all of our men were off hunting, white soldiers came charging down upon our camp, killing women and children and anyone else they could find. I died trying to protect the young children of my school, some of whom I recognized as members of my 2150 Alpha.

  When I had returned to consciousness in our C.I. room I asked Lea why it was necessary for me to experience such tragedy and frustration. She took her time before answering, then replied with a question of her own.

  “From the seven lives you have now reviewed, Jon,” she asked, “what’s the most important lesson you have learned?”

  “I’m not sure, Lea,” I replied. “It seems that sooner or later my hopes and goals were always thwarted and I died frustrated and dissatisfied.”

  “Only your micro sel
f was frustrated and dissatisfied,” Lea said, “and only your micro desires and goals remained unfulfilled. In other words, the negative seeds you have sown have always produced a crop of frustration and misery, but the positive seeds have always produced happy, satisfying experiences.”

  “But in these last two lives I was killed trying to protect others,” I protested.

  “No,” Lea replied, “your frustration was caused by your micro resistance. You felt that what was happening to your people was unjust, and bad. You did not accept it as a growth experience, perfect for its time and space, carefully selected by every soul who experienced it.”

  “Are you saying that I should have welcomed the destruction of my people in those lives?” I asked.

  “Only,” Lea replied, “if you had Macro awareness could you have accepted micro cruelty, lust, and greed with understanding and loving acceptance.”

  “But if you are a decent person, you must fight injustice,” I insisted.

  “If you have a micro perspective,” Lea answered, “then you will perceive injustice and have to struggle against it. But there is no injustice from a Macro view, for we can only experience that which we have created. So what were you resisting and fighting against?”

  “My own learning experiences, I guess,” was my reply.

  “That’s right.” She nodded and smiled at me. “From the Macro view of cosmic oneness we can clearly see that all resistance is exerted against ourselves. We can see that we must reap the consequences of all our thoughts and actions‑both positive and negative. It’s only with the micro view that you can perceive any injustice or any enemy other than yourself.”

  “I guess it must take many lifetimes to learn to accept that,” I commented.

  “Yes, it’s difficult for man,” she replied, “but we have as many lifetimes as we need in which to learn it. Con­trary to micro religion, there is no eternal infinite hell to punish temporary infinite mistakes. That would, in­deed, be hellishly unjust.”

  “It seems to me,” I said, “that as long as I can avoid other micro beings, I have no problems.”

  “Other than boredom,” Lea answered. “But you don’t learn very quickly by avoiding others just so you don’t see your own shortcomings.”

  “What do you mean?” I asked.

  “I mean,” she answered, “that you feel uncomfortable and dissatisfied with others only to the extent that you don’t feel adequate to deal with them‑that is, only when you feel they are a threat to you. For instance, if in your past two lives you had been able to either drive your enemies away or help your people escape them, you would have been pleased with yourself. But this micro pleasure would only have postponed the time when you inevitably must learn your lessons and evolve.”

  “So if I hadn’t experienced it in that life I would still have had it waiting for me in my next incarnation,” I said.

  “In this life, Jon, you hate to see people mistreated and you don’t like people who hurt others. As you evolve, you will realize that what people fear and hate most in others is only their own negative past. You, for example, treated slaves and other people cruelly in your past lives‑now in this life you can’t stand these traits in others,” Lea explained.

  “So you are saying,” I interpreted, “that we feel uncomfortable with others and fear or hate them only to the extent that we see our own past selves in them.”

  Lea kissed me and said, “You’re learning so fast, Jon.”

  “Ahh,” I murmured, “if you were using the Macro perspective, you would be happy even if I was the slowest learner in the world.”

  Lea broke into joyous peals of laughter and finally said, “You’re right, Jon. I can maintain the Macro perspective for only the briefest moments. But I can remember these moments, and that keeps me from getting caught for very long in micro viewpoints which might overwhelm me with misery and unhappiness.”

  “Then one difference,” I said, “between micro man and Macro man is the degree of retro cognition or memory of his past.”

  “Exactly,” Lea responded. “We live lives of fear, frustration, and inadequacy only to the extent that we have forgotten our past. This self‑induced amnesia is always the result of our desperate attempts to delay re‑taking classes‑learning opportunities‑that we failed in the past.”

  “Then the solution is to remember everything,” I said.

  “And when we do remember everything, including the illusory nature of our separateness,” Lea said, “then we have total Macro awareness.”

  “Then according to Macro philosophy, all learning is simply remembering,” I postulated.

  “That’s true,” Lea replied, “but only from the Macro perspective‑certainly not from any micro view. You’ve remembered a lot today, though. Now it’s time for you to return to your Alpha.”

  “When will I see you?” I asked.

  She smiled and the lights danced in her eyes as she said, “When we are ready again, we’ll see each other again.”

  I was able to accept that answer better this time. I left Lea at the C.I. center and walked back to my Alpha. I thought briefly of using the subway, but the early evening was so lovely that I decided to walk. Besides, it would give me an opportunity to think over some of my recent experiences.

  When I got back to our Alpha the rest of the members were just finishing dinner, so I had missed the Macro dance and the swim. They greeted me warmly but there was no prying or questioning about my experiences. I quickly selected my meal, and enjoyed listening to the rest of my Alpha talking about visiting Micro Island. I soon discovered that they all planned to eventually volun­teer for service on the island. Their discussion centered on what could be learned and at what triad or awareness level it could be learned best.

  I told them about my seven life reviews and how I had recognized some of them in my last lifetime as the children I was trying to teach. They remembered that one, as well as many more in which they said we had known each other but which I had not yet remembered. I was fascinated listening to them talk about some of these lives and how they had developed the Macro power of retrocognition to the point where they could see the accumulating learning patterns and their slow but steady evolution in awareness.

  I was reminded of the Macro learning curve which went up and down and up and down like a wave, with each up a little cumulatively higher than the last up and each down a little higher than the last down [see C.I. Data Excerpts]. Micro man with his limited temporal perspective can not see this cumulative effect and is, thus, often discouraged and overwhelmed with apparent futility and hopelessness at the ‑many failures and frustrations in his life.

  My Alpha had stayed at our table to keep me company while I ate, but now they went off to their various P.E. tutors.

  I’m going to interject here the fact that after every meal we rinsed our mouths with a special water‑like solution that not only cleaned our teeth but also made tooth decay impossible. There were no dentists in the Macro society just as there were no medical doctors. To me the liberation from the discomforts of a frequently sick and steadily decaying body was one of the greatest achievements of the Macro society. The thought that no one died until they chose to was phenomenal.

  After the others had left, Carol told me that we would not be seeing Rana this evening but another’ tutor, Victor. As we made our way to the eleventh‑floor tutoring rooms; Carol explained that she saw Rana only about once every three or four evenings. The rest of the Personal Evolution time was spent with Victor or occasionally other Macro counselors whom ‑ she had never seen before and rarely saw again.

  I was unprepared for the huge stature of Victor. He was the tallest person that I had yet seen in 2150. At a little over seven feet two inches and weighing almost 300 pounds, Victor was an impressive‑looking man. Deep healing tones of green dominated his tunic. He was magnificently proportioned, having the physical beauty of all Macro society members.

  When I asked his age I learned that he had 71 years, but
he looked no more than 30.

  During the first half of our meeting Carol and Victor talked about the problems that Carol was experiencing in attaining Macro contacts. As they talked I was impressed with the qualities of patience, humor, and kindness that this mighty giant radiated. I could see why he would be a successful Macro counselor, for it was easy to talk with him. He always seemed to know the right words or action to stimulate your mind to further activity in discovering new insights.

  She and Victor discussed the difference between desire ‑defined as a joyously peaceful acceptance of the fact that what you most want to happen will happen‑and anxiety, which was defined as a fear that what you most want to happen will not happen.

  Then I talked about my realization that I would have to live on Micro Island soon if I was to learn how to evolve beyond my micro past to a Macro future. Victor agreed with me but suggested that I develop my Macro powers more fully before I volunteered as a resource person or tutor for Micro Islanders.