Whether Elgon’s telepathic mind net had released me I did not know, but now my paralysis was completely gone. I swam easily about, taking deep breaths of precious air into my lungs.
When I returned to the bedroom I found Sela lying naked on top of the bed. She was obviously amused at my startled expression, for she laughed, then said, “Don’t look so surprised, Jon Ten. Elgon Ten and I have decided that if you are going to learn to appreciate the unique virtues of Micro Island you should be permitted to sample its greatest pleasure‑me.”
As she said this last word she arched her lush naked body so that her huge firm breasts were thrust invitingly straight at me. She rolled the tip of her pink tongue over her full red lips leaving them glistening in quivering wetness. Then she began to slowly undulate her pelvis and breathe in short panting breaths.
Suddenly my mind was again gripped in the crushing vice of the thousand‑mind telepathic net which Elgon directed. I quickly lost control of my body and watched horrified as it took on a life of its own and walked over to the bed, climbed into Sela’s arms and began caressing her body. At that moment my body returned to my control and I became fully aware of the awesome sensuous power of the velvety voluptuous body which now clung to me in a fervid passionate embrace.
For a long moment I burned with lust that seemed to consume all other desires. I felt myself sinking into a bottomless sea of dark red waves.
If I had never experienced Macro immersion and if I had not now remembered the infinite perfection of the embrace of my twin soul, Lea, I am sure that Sela would have won. From then on, I would have followed her about as a dog follows a bitch in heat. But as I teetered on the brink of that sea of lust my mind filled to overflowing with the picture of my beloved Lea.
I thrust a maniacally screaming Sela away from me and left the bed, walked across the room, and seated myself in one of the high‑backed ornate chairs.
Lea and I had won the first battle.
For a few moments Sela flung herself about on the bed and gave vent to screaming, howling rage. Then suddenly the storm passed and she was sitting up smiling at me saying, “Next time, Jon Ten, it will be my turn to win, and you can be sure there will be a next time.”
I shook my head. “No, Sela,” I said. “Elgon’s telepathic mind net with its thousand minds may take over my body and force it to touch you, but know, Sela, that my mind will never choose to wallow in temporal micro pleasures, which are all you have to offer.”
For a moment her eyes burned with dark lights, then she looked away and said, “I am Sela Nine. You seem to have forgotten your manners. Have you also forgotten your Alpha mate Carol Three?”
“No, I haven’t,” I said. “But are you willing to tell me what you and Elgon ‘Ten’ have done with her?”
Telepathically, I had picked up from Sela’s mind only that Carol had been drugged and was being held somewhere in the palace. I was not about to admit that I knew even this. Before Sela answered me, the door opened and Elgon entered the room accompanied by three female servants who went immediately to Sela and began helping her into a jewel‑encrusted tunic. I was still naked and asked that my own tunic be returned to me. Elgon merely smiled and said, “Only micro man feels uncomfortable when he is naked. Had you already forgotten?”
I ignored this and asked when I could see Carol.
“That,” Elgon replied, “depends on how soon you will allow us to help you complete your time translation.”
“Why is it so important to you to complete my translation?” I asked.
Elgon laughed and said, “I’m sure you must know that as the first person to transcend time and occupy a mentally created human physical body you are very famous.
“We know that the Macro society has denied you permanent time translation unless you attain third‑level awareness, which is impossible in the time available. The people of Micro Island will be pleased to save a fellow micro being.”
“And you will be happy to thwart the Macro society,” I replied.
“Of course,” he answered. “But now we will leave you to think over how soon you want us to help you become a permanent resident of Micro Island.”
“That will be never,” I answered.
Again he laughed and said, “I wouldn’t be too sure of that, Jon Ten. I have a precognitive hunch that you’ll change your mind before the next two weeks are over.”
He turned and walked to the door accompanied by Sela and her three servants. As he walked out of the room he called back to me over his shoulder saying, “You might watch the video screen in your room, Jon Ten. It will help you pass the time.”
With these words the door closed behind him and, I noticed that the six‑foot‑square video screen ‑on the wall opposite the bed had been activated. On it I saw a picture of Carol lying on the floor of a barren room.
I was across the room with a bound examining the video picture more closely. Carol was dressed as she had been at the dinner the previous evening. She was obviously unconscious, but with her hands folded across her chest and with the absence of color in the black-and‑white picture she gave the appearance of being dead. At first there had been no sound associated with this picture, but now the audio came on with Elgon’s voice saying, “Your friend, Carol Three, is in a drug‑induced catatonic trance. She will remain in this state until you choose to cooperate with us or until she dies.”
The audio portion ended with this message, but the picture remained as a constant reminder of Elgon’s threat.
For the rest of the day I wandered about in my suite of five rooms trying to think of some way to rescue Carol and get back to the Macro society.
I tried to make mind contact with Carol’s subconscious mind, but Elgon’s telepathic mind net always stopped me as they did when I twice attempted to go into the outside hallway. I didn’t feel desperate, however, because I was convinced that if I asked for help from the Macro society their superior Macro powers would free us both from Elgon’s control.
By late evening I was beginning to feel depressed by the sight of Carol’s unconscious body on the video screen. I had taken two food tablets during the day so I wasn’t hungry, but nevertheless, I had a hollow sinking feeling inside of me that seemed like a premonition of death. But whose death‑Carol’s or mine, or both?
Finally, I decided to go to sleep so I could return to 1976 and talk my situation over with Karl‑my guardian ‑and Neda. I went to sleep but I didn’t awaken in 1976. I had a dream.
In this dream I was lying in the barren room beside Carol’s body. I seemed to be paralyzed because no matter how hard I tried I couldn’t move any part of my body. At last, exhausted from my efforts, I lay back and stared at the face of Lea, which had appeared floating above me. I telepathically asked for her help, but she shook her head saying, “Think carefully, Jon, before you ask for help. I must remind you that if we help you, it will be impossible for you to attain third‑level awareness soon enough for us to complete your time translation.”
“All right,” I said, “but then help Carol. Take her back to the mainland.”
Again Lea shook her head. “I can’t do that unless she requests it, and so far she has asked to remain with you even if it means her death.”
Then I found myself suddenly awake back in 1976 shouting, “Don’t let her die, Leal Don’t let her die!”
CHAPTER 16: Karma
I had dressed, eaten breakfast, and done a lot of floor pacing and it was still only 6:45, but I decided to call Karl anyway. He usually woke up at about 7 a.m., but today he answered on the first ring. He had been awake for almost an hour struggling with a feeling that he ought to call me.
Five minutes later I was sitting with Karl and Neda at their kitchen table sharing Karl’s carrot juice.
I told them about Eli’s revelation.
“I’ve always told you to pay more attention to what I say!” Karl laughed. Then, looking thoughtful, he added, “Do you suppose there could be something to that, Jon
?”
“My dearest and truest friend, there was never any doubt!” I said as I threw my arm across his shoulders. A lump arose in my throat and my eyes burned briefly with the poignancy of restrained love that aches to be expressed.
I told them about my difficulties in 2150. When I finished with Lea’s telepathic dream communication, Karl got up from the table and said, “That Macro society of yours will be guiltier than Elgon if they let Carol die when they could easily save her.”
“But Karl, they don’t look at death the way you do,” Neda said. “Besides, from the Macro view there is no problem, since it’s a perfectly just universe and no one can experience anything that he hasn’t chosen.”
“What about the population explosion that Elgon is planning? My God, with 30 to 50 kids in every family it won’t be long before they take over the world by sheer numbers!”
“Yes,” I replied, “I’ve thought of that, too, but I know that the Macro society won’t interfere with the free will of anyone.”
“But they force people to stay on Micro Island,” Karl objected.
“That’s not true, Karl,” Neda responded.
“How the hell do you know’!’ Karl exploded.
“Because Jon told me,” Neda answered as she got up and gave Karl a smile and a hug which melted his irritation.
“She’s right,” I said. “C.I. told me that although the Macro society originally gathered up all the micro survivors after the disastrous earth changes and plagues and put them on Micro Island, it was not done to punish them, but to help them.”
“How’s that?” Karl asked.
“Well, they planned to use Micro Island as sort of a grade school where they could show everyone the concepts of Macro philosophy,” I explained. “Elgon and Sela were among the early resource people there on the island. It was the misuse of their powers, which they used to control their students, that caused their regression to lower levels of awareness.
“Elgon insisted that there was one way and only one way to attain Macro awareness, and that way was his way. He stopped being a modest resource person and became an arrogant teacher declaring himself as the one and only authority on Macro awareness.
“He then gathered about him such souls as he could influence through coercion, intimidation, hypnosis, or just plain fast talk, and started his own little ‘family.’ His aim was to clean up the Macro society by giving them firm rules to live by, a police force to help them stay within these rules, and a great charismatic leader‑himself ‑to look to for wisdom and guidance.
“As long as his students did as he said, he ‘loved’ them dearly and praised them as his ‘family.’ If they did not do as he said, he told them they were inferior, excluded them from his ‘family,’ and directed his remaining followers to do likewise. One could get back into Elgon’s family only by acknowledging his omniscience.”
“Then why do all those people stay on Micro Island if the Macro society doesn’t keep them there?” Karl questioned.
“Elgon’s propaganda has most of them believing they have the best of all possible worlds. Those who are discontent are not permitted to leave. Elgon knows that if they are exposed to a more Macro way of life they will lose their fear of him and he will lose his power.”
“But, Jon, if you and the Macro society know this, why don’t you capture Elgon and his thousand controllers and put them on another island where they can’t control the lives of other people?”
Neda answered, “Because that would be controlling the lives of Elgon and his followers, which would, in the long run, just keep the problem alive.”
“How do you figure that?” he asked.
“It would be just like healing someone who had not yet learned all they wanted to learn from being sick. He’d have to start the lesson all over again. If those souls didn’t want to grow from a micro experience they would not have chosen to be born into Elgon’s rule,” I explained. “If we end the experience for them they’ll just have to design another experience to learn that lesson from. No, if it’s to end, they must end it themselves.”
“Then there’s no hope!” Karl exclaimed. “You’ve just got to let everyone crap on you and take it with a smile. I’ll be damned if I’ll buy that humble pie nonsense.”
“You’re right, Karl,” Neda said. “You’ll be damned, by your own negativity. That’s what hell and damnation are all about. They are the micro refusal to accept the consequences of our own actions.”
“Now, wait a minute, Jon,” Karl injected. “Didn’t you once tell me that the Macro society doesn’t believe in eternal hell or damnation?”
“That’s right,” I answered. “But remember, our subconscious mind contains the memory of all our past thoughts and actions. To the extent that we try to avoid applying what we learned from the lessons offered by our past experiences, we are unconsciously driven to repeat them. In other words, we attract to us exactly those experiences which we, within our own minds, condemn.”
“I was fascinated,” Neda added, “to learn that we can only hate or dislike that which is in our selves, and we can only love or like that which is in our selves.”
“That’s a lot of crap,” Karl said shaking his head. “Why, I can hate a rapist and murderer and not have that inside me.”
I shook my head, “According to the Macro philosophers, to the pure in heart all is pure. So, if you find yourself hating or condemning anything, you not only have performed the same act in the past, but by actively condemning this action you’ll soon find yourself performing it again possibly in this very life, though some times in another.”
“I just don’t believe that,” Karl replied stubbornly.
“I can understand why you wouldn’t believe it,” I responded. “It’s only been since I’ve been able to recall more and more of my past lives that I’ve been able to see the truth in it.”
Neda reminded us that it was time for Karl to go off to teach his morning class, so I said I would see them later and went back to my apartment. There I wrote in this journal, bringing it up to date.
I spent the rest of the day trying to figure out some way to reach Carol and get her away from Micro Island. By evening I still hadn’t thought of any successful way to save Carol without giving in to Elgon’s wishes that I become a permanent resident of Micro Island.
That evening I had dinner with Karl and Neda and I explained to them that I felt that Elgon’s thousand followers with their telepathic mind net were just too much for me to overcome.
“In other words,” Karl said, “no matter what you might try to do they could stop you by overpowering your mind.”
“And the reason you’re having this experience is because when you were a priest in ancient Atlantis and had Macro powers you frustrated others by controlling their minds. Right?” Neda asked.
“That’s right,” I agreed. “But being able to remember the classes I failed doesn’t mean I like taking them over.”
“Well,” Karl said, “then the solution to saving Carol is rather simple. All you have to do is cooperate with Elgon.”
“You mean,” Neda added, “all he has to do is sell his soul to Elgon.”
“No, that’s not true,” Karl protested, “because once he has let Elgon and his gang complete the time translation he will have freed Carol and become a permanent resident in 2150. Then he has the rest of his life to escape from Micro Island with or without the help of the Macro society.”
“You forgot one thing, Karl,” Neda reminded him. “The wisest people of the Macro society said that if the time translation came before he had attained level‑three awareness he would soon regress and lose his Macro awareness.”
“But not necessarily my Macro powers,” I added, “which would really cause me trouble because Macro powers without Macro awareness are always used for micro purposes.”
“Oh, hell!” Karl complained. “The more the two of you talk, the more hopeless it becomes.”
“Is it really as hopeless as
it looks, Jon?” Neda asked
I shook my head, “I can’t see any way out. It looks like the perfect double bind‑I’m damned if I do, and I’m damned if I don’t.”
“But, Jon,” Neda said, “certainly the Macro society wouldn’t have allowed you to walk into an impossible situation. After all, Rana said she believed in you. That must mean that she knew your future wasn’t hopeless.”
“She also. believed that the greater the failure, the greater the success‑another thing that doesn’t make sense from the micro viewpoint,” I reminded Neda.
“Wait a minute,” Karl inserted, “if you could just attain level‑three awareness in the next two weeks the Macro society would know it and then they would complete translation, right?”
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