2150 AD

by Thea Alexander

  “Are you sure?” I asked.

  “No,” Rana answered candidly, “and we are not sure that, even at level three, you won’t regress and eventually choose to leave the Macro society, but we all agreed that we’ll take that gamble.”

  “I learned from C.I.” Carol added, “that almost a third of the level tens advised not completing the time translation until you had reached level seven. That was before they learned that Lea could only hold you here for three months without completing the translation.”

  I felt cold and clammy with a combination of understanding and frustration. “What was the minimum level of awareness that you all had agreed on before you learned of the time limitation?”

  “Level five,” Carol replied.

  For a moment I just stared at the two of them while I let this chilling information register completely in my mind. “So you’re telling me that even with level‑three awareness the odds are against my continuing to expand my awareness in 2150.”

  “That’s true, Jon,” Rana replied. “Many feel your future success in the Macro society is very doubtful, due to the fact that you weren’t born and raised in this age. Many feel that three months of your time is not enough to overcome the pull of your micro past. But we have voted and agreed to give you the chance if your per­sonal evolution reaches level three.”

  Now it was my turn to give Rana a long appraising stare. Finally I said, “With your level‑ten wisdom and your precognitive powers, what do you see in my future?”

  She smiled and answered, “Things about the future can only be known as probabilities, or as possibilities, as they are always subject to change by the altering state of one’s desire and belief. It would be unwise to predict your future at this point. I will be happy to help you explore alternative possibilities, though.”

  I shook my head saying, “I still don’t understand why anyone would think that I would give up my twin soul Lea, Carol, my Alpha, you, and the whole Macro society to permanently join a micro society. After all, I’ve lived in a micro society for twenty‑seven years back in 1976 and I know first‑hand how miserably neurotic and selfish it is.”

  “The advantage of a micro society,” Rana answered, “is that you can indulge your selfish desires and be acclaimed as a patriot, a statesman, or a hero in some field of endeavor.”

  Carol took my hand. Then looking at me with great intensity she said, “But I believe in you, Jon. I know that you’ll overcome the micro self.”

  “And I, too, believe in you,” Rana added. “It was my statement of belief in you before the Council of Tens that persuaded them to accept a level‑three demonstration.”

  Then I was startled to telepathically hear Lea saying, “And I believe in you‑always and forever.”

  Carol and Rana smiled at me and I knew that they too had picked up Lea’s message. Rana said, “Certainly the three of us who know you best ought to be able to provide you with enough belief to overcome your micro doubts.”

  I replied, “As long as I provide the necessary desire, the thought of losing contact with the three of you certainly provides me with the motivation I need.”

  “Very well,” Carol said. “Now the only question that remains is when should we leave for Micro Island?”

  “Tomorrow,” I answered.

  Rana stretched out her hand to me and said, “I strongly suggest that you wait one more week in which you can continue developing your Macro powers. I feel you will need all you can develop.”

  “You get that precognitively?” I asked.

  “No,” she laughed. “I get it logically!”

  “All right,” I agreed. “We’ll wait one more week and I’ll do all I can to develop my Macro powers, but that only gives me a little over two weeks to either attain level three or say farewell to 2150.”

  For the next week I played endless rounds of PK tennis with Carol, Neal, and Jean.

  We played some more 2150 chess, too, and an extremely helpful new learning‑game called Merge.

  The object of this new game was to become one with the object, animal, person, or action; to feel what it feels the way it feels it; to sense what it senses; move as it moves; to know what it knows; to merge with it and be it for a while.

  What an awakening experience, and what fun! The hardest part was always giving up my selfhood.

  Through hard practice and taking the necessary risks I eventually learned that I never really had a selfhood in the first place, except from a micro view.

  I learned that you can’t lose what you never really had in the first place, namely, yourself. Since your separate­ness is only an illusion created by choice, it is there when­ever you think you want or need it. It can’t possibly be lost or taken away from you.

  People are fascinating to merge with, but also the most difficult, the most educational, and the most painful.

  Objects are the most dangerous for adults. While children find life so exciting that they jump from adven­ture to adventure, adults sometimes weary of the chal­lenges and risks of life. If, in this weary state, they merge with, say a huge oak or a lovely big stable rock, it is sometimes extremely difficult to want to come back out. And, since desire precedes action, one must want to be a person more than he wants to be an oak before he can come out of an oak back to being fully a person.

  Back in 1976 I visited hospitals to practice healing. I used not only PK, but also clairvoyance, telepathy, the beginnings of precognition, and my newly developed ability to merge. As I walked up and down hospital cor­ridors if I “future saw” the possibility of death coming quickly for a patient, I would try to remove this possibility. Interestingly, in attempting this I discovered the truth of free choice.

  One afternoon I persuaded (with considerable tele­pathic effort) the head nurse and two interns that I should be allowed access to the intensive care unit, where I found Bruno. He was a small man of 45 years who was recover­ing from a heart attack of that morning. According to the intern who examined him he was coming along just fine. But as I examined him clairvoyantly his aura was ex­tremely weak and I “future saw” him riding in a hearse while lying in a casket. Since both these symbols repre­sented death I felt that I had better go to work on Bruno immediately. The moment I made contact I got quite a surprise.

  Bruno had been lying quietly sleeping while I clair­voyantly examined him, but now as I reached out and touched his mind I heard him say, “Hello, Azar. It’s been a long time since our paths have crossed.”

  Azar is the name I had in an Atlantean incarnation almost 50,000 years ago. I had been a temple priest in charge of healing. Now that I had been addressed by that ancient name I felt strongly that the mind I was now contacting had once occupied a body which I helped heal during that Atlantean incarnation. I said, “It seems that I remember you from a period in Atlantis which we shared, but how did you remember me so easily?”

  With the conscious Bruno still sleeping I heard his subconscious mind saying, “If I were awake I would have no conscious memory of you. However, with my conscious mind asleep I have been free to observe ever since you entered this ward and began using telepathy to hypnotically persuade the intern to let you accompany him: I watched as you clairvoyantly examined some of the patients, and I remembered that your mind had once been clothed in a body called Azar and had healed me.”

  “I wasn’t aware that I was being observed,” I said.

  “I know,” Bruno answered. “Your conscious mind is still extremely limited compared to your Macro potential.”

  “But,” I asked, puzzled, “how do you know about the Macro potential?”

  “Because, dear and old friend, another cell of my soul is presently experiencing a life in 2150, which you so often visit. Yet another is deeply involved in estab­lishing the separate culture on Micro Island. It needs to experience power and practice using it properly. By 2085 it will be dead, though,” he went on.

  “Wait a minute!” I stopped him. “You’re here in 1976. You haven’t made it to
2000 yet, much less beyond.”

  “No, Azar. It’s you who have not yet gone beyond. I guess you’ve not yet truly incorporated the concept of simultaneous time into your growth pattern.

  “Incidentally, I picked up from your mind your plan of attempting to prevent my evolation, which I am not going to let you do. I appreciated your help last time, but this time I don’t want it.”

  “You mean that you don’t want to live any more, and are choosing to die?”

  “That’s right,” he answered. “And you’ll find quite a few other minds in this hospital who are ready to give up their bodies.”

  “But why?” I asked. “You’ve only lived a relatively short time. You must have a family who will miss you.”

  Telepathically I heard him laugh and say, “When I incarnated, 45 years ago, I promised myself that I would accomplish my purpose as quickly as possible and then evolate. I’ve already stayed longer than I had planned.”

  “May I ask what your purpose was?” I inquired.

  “I wanted to balance my vibrations. First I chose to be born to a woman who, in my twenty‑first‑century life, I will probably marry and abandon. In this life as her son I treated her kindly and have taken care of her for the last twenty years since her husband died. Six months ago she followed him.”

  “How can you balance negative vibrations you won’t even create till fifty years in the future?” I wondered if his mind was deteriorating too.

  “You will find, Azar, that the past, present, and future are all micro terms‑illusions which do not exist from a Macro view. All time is simultaneous.

  “Getting on with my answer to your first question, I was a jealous, possessive wife and made my husband’s life a living hell. Now for twenty‑five years I have been married to a woman who has done the same for me. My two children are grown and married and I leave my wife financially well off; so now I can evolate, having com­pleted my chosen learning experience.”

  “But now that you’ve accomplished your purpose,” I said, “why don’t you stay around awhile and enjoy life?”

  Again the sound of his laughter echoed through my mind and he said, “I go to a far better place than this planet Earth will ever be! I invite you to visit me when you perfect your astral traveling enough that you can visit some of the non‑physical dimensions. ‘Bye for now!”

  Bruno’s body convulsed; his lids snapped sharply open. Only the after‑death tremors lingered. He had evolated. My whole being felt an instant of icy hollowness as I saw, staring up at me from his lifeless face, Nancy’s liquid brown eyes.

  Later in 2150 Rana explained that every human mind chooses when it wants to die. This choice, she explained, is not usually made, on the conscious level, but rather on the subconscious or soul level.

  During the rest of the week I discovered that Bruno had been correct when he predicted that many other minds would refuse my offer to help heal their bodies. I was surprised at how many minds insisted on the value of suffering.

  I remember a middle‑aged woman who was seriously afflicted with arthritis. When I offered my help her sub­conscious mind replied, “Please don’t remove my pain, for it is the motivation that will eventually force my micro self to give up its narrow selfish life habits which have psy­chologically crippled others and which are now crippling me. If you remove the pain I will have to start my lesson over, and I’d rather grow now.”

  I realized that this woman had never consciously permitted herself to be aware of these thoughts. If she could have heard her subconscious mind talking to me, she would have denied that this was her own greater self talking. When I asked her if she couldn’t learn is some less painful way she replied, “I have not yet learned to accept responsibility for the harm I’ve done to others, so I keep taking the same old life lessons over and over. Eventually the pain will force me to break this “it’s not my fault” cycle. Then I can admit my failure, forgive it, learn from it, and overcome it. It’s been a long battle, but victory will come.”

  When I asked Rana about having to forgive yourself she explained forgiveness as acceptance. She said that when you forgive yourself you positively accept your mistakes and, thus, can learn to succeed and grow from them. However, negative acceptance, resignation, leaves one burdened with guilt until it becomes necessary to escape by inducing amnesia. It is then impossible not to make the same mistake over and over again.

  She was talking about the law of love which transcends the law of karma. Only by completely responding to ourselves with loving acceptance can we look at all the aspects of the self, which includes not only the micro self, but also the Macro self. And we can only see in others what we see in ourselves (even if only in potential) and we can only love (accept) others to the extent that we love (accept) ourselves.

  It wasn’t until I had examined every person in our university hospital that I accepted Rana’s statement that “all illness and injury is self‑inflicted.”

  I discovered that I could heal no one unless I could first persuade them to forgive themselves. Yet, I did find quite a few patients who were ready to forgive themselves. All of these healed in record time, causing considerable consternation among hospital personnel.

  Human consternation, I have found, is always the result of a myth being threatened.

  Since I had brought my journal up to date, Karl and Neda were becoming increasingly concerned about my forthcoming visit to Micro Island. Karl kept quoting passages that strengthened his warnings about the dangers involved, and I kept quoting passages that strengthened my resolve to go. Neda insisted that I would succeed and that there was no reason to worry about me. Finally it was obvious even to Neda that her constant assurances that I would succeed were an unfailing indication that she feared the opposite.

  Fortunately, Griff and Judd visited us regularly and kept her occupied. Both were sincerely trying to live a new style of life. They had quit. their motorcycle gang and had taken jobs, Judd at an auto repair shop and Griff with a construction company. They were deeply interested in my further experiences in 2150.

  At last the week ended and early one morning Carol and I said goodbye to our Alpha, our Beta, and most of our Gamma and began our run to the building at the end of the lake. As we passed each Gamma I saw more people than I had ever seen before in 2150, for almost everyone had turned out to send both vocal and telepathic messages of support to us.

  As we approached the large administration building we could see the rest of our Delta gathered around our transair. I was moved by the tremendous outpouring of loving acceptance that many Macro beings could produce. As we made our way to the vehicle I saw standing beside it Rana, Eli, and my beloved Lea.

  I ran to embrace Lea. We stood in complete silence with no one in the crowd making a sound as we fitted our minds into a union that only twin souls can ever attain. To me she was the most exquisitely lovely, completely satisfying woman who had ever lived. Overcome by my feelings and with tears on my face I kissed her gently. Then taking my face in her hands, she kissed me. It was the most enlightening kiss my soul had known since incarnating in matter.

  Then Lea turned, touched Carol’s face, and disappeared into the crowd. I shook hands with Hugo, our Delta, and Eli, our Ktar. I remembered seeing him when I met my Alpha members, then in his astral body as he visited his Kton, but I still had not spent further time with him, as I had longed to do. I was convinced that I had never beheld such a handsome and wise‑looking man before. He took my hands, then embraced me firmly. He looked deep into my eyes for a long time and said, “You never asked, so, at Rana’s request, no one ever told you, but the woman who has been your P.E. tutor is also our Mutar. She is, thus, a member of the Council of Three.”

  I must have looked strange, for I know my breath was gone as I remembered C.I. telling me that the Council of Three‑which consisted of the three Mutars (leaders of 100 million) was composed of two men and one woman whose decisions were binding on all members of the Macro society.

  I was s
tunned to learn that my very own tutor, Rana, was that one woman. No wonder her advocacy of level three entrance for me had been accepted. I looked at her with awe and a new sense of restraint.

  She came over to me and took my hand saying, “Now you know why I hoped you would not learn of my other duties. We who have grown up in the Macro society do not feel awe or a sense of distance between us and our leaders. But I know that you were trained differently.”

  I found it difficult to say anything, but managed, rather lamely, “Will you still be my tutor when I get back from Micro Island?”

  She said with a smile, “I will be your tutor as long as you both desire it and believe it possible.”

  Carol and I walked into our transair and set the sealing doors in motion.

  Eli stepped out from the crowd. In my mind his rich full voice rang as though through a great hall.

  “Thank you for your admiration, Jon. Know that it is returned.