“So we’re not the only fools with the propensity for mass self-destruction?”
“Your civilization has passed the technological threshold as has many others.”
“What does technological threshold mean?”
“It simply is the point a civilization reaches when it has the technology to destroy itself. In your universe the point is crossed once a civilization has discovered and learned how to split atoms.”
“I understand that but if life is teeming in this universe, why are you still here? What is so interesting about us?”
“We have found anomalies amongst you.”
“What do you mean anomalies?” West asked.
“The best way I can describe it is to remember the Hall of Records stores all your universe’s life forms, experiences, knowledge and consciousness. And over the length of your civilization on Earth there have been a few of your species whose their light has disappeared. Like a book being checked out of a library that is never returned. However, in this library that is an impossibility.”
“Wouldn’t that just mean the person had died?”
“No, when a human’s body dies that specific individual’s light energy returns to its source, which means it returns back to us but their complete existence is stored forever in the Hall of Records.”
“I still don’t get what you are saying.”
“There are individuals on this planet, who for lack of a better term, their light or information has disappeared from the Hall of Records. And when their physical body dies they come back again to this plane rather than returning to us.”
“So are you saying you came to this planet and stayed here because you believe someone’s missing spark or energy has checked itself out of the Universal Library and returned to those who created you? The so called One you are searching for?”
Byron smiled. “It is a theory, yes.”
“And who are these people with no spark?” West asked.
“I thought you would have figured that out by now,” Byron answered.
“Why would you think that?
“Because one of them is you.”
West heart skipped a beat and he felt a sudden panic. “You’re saying I have no soul?”
“No. I am suggesting your conscious information from the Hall of Records has gone missing and your light energy has temporarily disappeared, but to where and how or why, I don’t know.”
“I don’t understand.”
“You have become non-entangled. You have lived many incarnations over hundreds of Earth years now and we have observed you, and others, hoping to find out why.”
“You mean reincarnation?”
“Not as you think of it. Remember, energy cannot be destroyed only changed so in that regards every conscious being is immortal and is reincarnated into different forms of energy an infinite amount of times. That is a constant law of this universe. You are different because your consciousness body remains here but your energy spark, all the information about you is somewhere else.”
“I don’t know. I …” West stopped because he didn’t know what to say or how to feel.
“On some level you must have known something was different about you?” Byron continued. “Your dreams West–you think everyone travels to other dimensions and comes back with physical proof?”
“What do you mean?
“What about your sand dream? Where’d you think that sand came from?”
It seemed like such a long time ago but it was only weeks ago when he awoke to find his couch covered in sand. He had never put it all together but that was the beginning of all of this, or was it the end of the beginning? He no longer knew.
“I kind of dismissed the dream and the sand,” West replied. “I thought I just got drunk and …
“If that was really what you thought, why’d you scoop as much as you could and put it into a jar?”
“I guess that is a good question. So where did that sand come from?”
“If you tested it in a laboratory you would have found out it did not originate from this planet. But where’d it came from? Even I can’t answer that. Maybe you traveled to where your light is? Maybe it is linked to The One?”
“Are you asking me?”
“Yes.”
“I don’t know.”
“What about the déjà vu you have?”
“Everyone has that.”
“No. Not like your kind. The longer you exist in one plane, the more frequent, the more intense you experience it.”
West thought of all the times when he wondered if he was living some type of a rerun of his life. Moments in time when he felt as if he was observing his life, not living it. Feelings, thoughts, and emotions that seemed to be repeated over and over.
“So what does all this mean? What do you want with me? What does this have to do with everything that is going on?”
“I have watched and observed, thinking maybe one day your light would return back to you.” Byron smiled. “Or to put it another way the Book of You is returned to the Hall of Records. But maybe you are just a strange anomaly, a cosmic quirk nothing more, nothing less.”
“Why are you telling me all this and why now?”
“My time here is up. I have to go for now. Your civilization is about to undergo a great change. What will emerge from this event, I do not know but I have seen it before. There is a probability your species may not survive here.”
“Can’t you change this? I mean you said you’ve influenced things before.”
“We only impose very limited influence. The group you call the Dracun was created then supported to help “move” civilization in a certain direction and to protect mankind from self-destruction while I observed the non-entangled beings.”
“But if you have influence over us, why have you let the world disintegrate into the shithole it is? Why don’t you help?”
“It is not the way it works and anyway the Dracun are out of my control.”
“You lost control of them. How the hell could you do that with all your supposed wisdom and advancement? Can’t you do something?”
“You still don’t understand our place in your universe. It is not that I don’t care but that is really not the point. The point is you are creatures of free conscious will and you must be allowed to fulfill that free will. I did interfere here but that was a mistake. You need to understand the fact that I don’t view your physical death or even the destruction of this planet as the end. Your light returns back to the Source. Death as you define it is an illusion. It does not exist.”
“That is it,” West said angrily. “This is the great mystery of existence. How is there any meaning in any of this?”
“The meaning is that the greatest gifts any conscious being in any multiverse can have is to exist, to explore, to create and to love.”
“Pretty damn simplistic, not to mention disappointing.”
“Perhaps because you have never truly achieved any of these gifts is the reason for your struggles.”
“So that is it, this is the end?”
“There are never endings only beginnings. A new adventure awaits for you once you pass through that door. Goodbye for now, West. We will meet again.”
The air began to ripple and Byron faded from view. The green door reappeared. West stood and walked over to it. He turned and looked back at the café. He knew he could not stay. He entered into the blackness of the doorway back into the chaos.
West straightened his tie and buttoned up his overcoat. He lit a cigarette and walked into the end of civilization.
The Unraveling had begun.
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