The chain reaction would happen the very instant that Earth 769 self-destructed. The data was clear and so was the prognosis. All the universes that ever had been created would be destroyed within ninety Earth days of Earth 769. On some planets this meant less than a full day remained of continued existence.
William the Pen was certain there had to be a mistake in the data. How could the destruction of one insignificant planet in one of a billion universes create the destruction of all the universes? It was not logical. Planets had been destroyed by meteors crashing into them. Galaxies had been destroyed by star suns dying and even by interplanetary conflicts and nuclear and fractal explosions. But such destruction had never had the impact being predicted now by the looming destruction of planet Earth 769.
William the Pen telepathically summoned the Thirteenth Apostle, who instantly appeared. The Thirteenth Apostle loved to visit the den of William the Pen. He loved the soft overstuffed leather chairs and he loved to gaze at so many wonderful books. William the Pen had incredible taste, and his eclectic knowledge of great literature included works from every major civilization on every planet throughout the multi-universes. Like William the Pen, the Thirteenth Apostle enjoyed feeling ancient bound books and reveling in how the pages themselves were able to retain the energy of the original authors.
But today William the Pen did not offer the Thirteenth Apostle any orange tea or suggest a book for him to pick up and peruse. William the Pen merely gestured to him to take a seat. Without further ado he presented him with the short bound booklet “Data from Planet Earth 769.” “Here, you must read this immediately.”
It took the Thirteenth Apostle only twenty minutes to read the entire report, and all he could say upon closing the booklet was, “This is impossible. Are you sure the data is correct?”
“Unfortunately, it is. While you were reading I went downstairs to check the computer files, and they confirm what is in this report.” William the Pen sighed and continued. “I grilled the Collector of Data, and he explained to me that the problem lies not with the destruction of planet Earth 769 but with the reasons and the way in which the planet will destroy itself.”
“What is so special about how this planet is destroying itself?”
“For the first time in recorded history of any known universe, sensitive souls from advanced beings with higher awareness are the ones whose greed and fear is at the base of the destruction. Fear and greed have always been present throughout the universes, but never before from beings who had been given the sacred knowledge of how the universe actually functions. It was always believed that knowledge of the highest principles in the hands of enlightened leaders would automatically lead to greater harmony and beauty throughout the universes. With the greater resonance and concordance that has always come from this knowledge in the right hands at the right time, the universes have always moved toward greater complexity and stable, unlimited expansion,” William the Pen explained.
“But this is just one insignificant planet and one small group of families on this planet. I have been told only 319 families form the Illuminati responsible for the coming destruction of planet Earth 769,” the Thirteenth Apostle interjected.
“I know, I know, but it is the nature of the universal principles. The true nature of reality is merely a hologram. It is the method The One used to create infinite diversity in a timeless non-space reality. Thought forms in this non-space reality have as much impact as the physical manifestations, if not more. Physical forms and forces are merely secondary-level phenomena with less actual ‘reality’ than the thought forms themselves,” William the Pen explained.
“I have never been the student of mathematics, forms, and metaphysics that you have been, William the Pen,” the Thirteenth Apostle acknowledged. “Although I understand the basic truths of our reality, I still do not understand how these particular thoughts from such a relatively small group of human beings on an ordinary planet like Earth 769 can have such impact on all thought creations and our physical worlds.”
“Let me explain,” William the Pen stated while pulling from his pocket his famous pen and starting to sketch on a clean sheet of paper a drawing of upper and lower thought forms. “Here on top we have the higher-level thought forms. These forms create all thought forms, including lower-level thought forms. You can think of it as higher beings and lower beings. The higher beings can allow the lower beings to go in whatever direction they choose, including hate, greed, and violence, without ever being impacted directly. The lower forms can engage in self- and even mass destruction and there will be no impact whatsoever on the higher-creator thoughts that hover above. In fact, in many cases the destruction is welcomed, since it allows the higher thoughts to re-create and redesign earlier defective designs and create what for the higher thought forms is ultimate joy—ever-evolving complexity and aesthetic beauty.”
“Yes, I understand all this, it is the basic principle I have learned from The One as to why he created the universes in the beginning,” the Thirteenth Apostle confirmed.
“But now, look what is happening on planet Earth 769,” William the Pen continued. “A higher thought form was sent to their planet by Freddy the Freeroller. This higher thought form took the incarnation of Otto Goerden. Otto took these higher thought forms and shared them—knowingly or not—with the Illuminati of planet Earth 769. The Illuminati already represented the highest evolved beings on Earth 769. With this new information, they’ve ascended to the level of true higher beings equal to those who created them—equal, frankly, to souls at our own level of evolution.”
“But this could only be a good thing, yes?” the Thirteenth Apostle asked hopefully.
“One would think so, and in most instances it should have been,” William the Pen sighed. “But in this instance, for reasons we do not yet understand, the Illuminati have decided to use this knowledge not for the continued evolution of their planet but to enslave the seven billion humans and restrict their thought forms in a way that will ensure the continued domination of the Illuminati. It is completely illogical for higher beings to behave in such a way. They are putting their lower appetites, their personal desires for comfort, luxury, and physical security, above the evolution of their souls and their planet.”
“This is unthinkable,” the Thirteenth Apostle exclaimed with alarm. “No rational higher being would behave in such a way. This short-term focus will be short indeed, and ultimately the Illuminati will lose everything they have ever cherished, including the short-term power and sense of comfort, luxury, and security that is motivating their behavior. Are they not aware of this?”
“Some of the Illuminati may be aware, but these creatures are defying the laws of the universe. It is a type of madness with which it is impossible to reason,” William the Pen continued. “I think I have a solution, but it is so radical that only The One and the Council of Twelve could decide on such action.”
“Finally, a solution!” beamed the Thirteenth Apostle.
“A possible solution. Nothing is certain in this situation,” William the Pen corrected.
“Well, even a possible solution is a ray of hope. What should I propose to the Council and to The One?” asked the Thirteenth Apostle.
William the Pen paused for several minutes, excruciating to the Thirteenth Apostle, and then went on. “The only solution I envision is the immediate destruction of planet Earth 769.”
“What difference will that make if the planet is due to self-destruct in ninety days anyway?” a flustered and disappointed Thirteenth Apostle asked.
“It is not the destruction of Earth 769 that is creating the chain reaction that will cause the destruction of all the universes. It is the unnatural disruption in the flow of thought that is creating the destruction. If we remove the negative thought forms and the selfdestructive pattern that is being created by these thought forms, then the spontaneous chain reaction of self-destruction and devolution of thought forms will be averted.”
“B
ut even if you are correct, this requires unprecedented action and great risk,” the Thirteenth Apostle noted with alarm. “For higher beings such as ourselves to willfully destroy another planet is a form of thought devolution itself and clearly prohibited. Might we not inadvertently set in motion the same devolution of thought patterns we are trying to prevent?”
“There is that risk,” William the Pen concurred, “but I see no other choice. In any event, the final decision is one that only The One and the Council of Twelve can make.”
“Yes, yes, you are correct. I must contact The One immediately. The situation is much more severe than I had believed. Even with Abigail on Earth 769, we must take immediate action,” the Thirteenth Apostle stated while muttering to himself, “Confound The One. What a time to take a break from his duties. Just my luck! I get to oversee the destruction of all the known universes.”
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
THE KNOWN UNIVERSES
MAX AND MARIA had never been happier. Their days were consumed in playing with Maria’s grandchildren and watching them grow. Little two-year-old Gregorio was constantly discovering a new word or a new activity. They spent a great deal of time at the beach building sand castles with four-year-old Alicia. She was a very industrious child, and no matter how often the waves demolished her castle, she would rush to replace the soggy ruins with a smile of invincibility that amused both Maria and Max.
The world itself had never been happier. The subtle shift in energy that had occurred on December 22, 2012, was altering all of life on planet Earth. The world economies still faced challenges, but people were helping each other, and even the governments were taking more compassionate steps in solving global problems. The sharp divisions that had characterized so much of politics leading up and through 2012 had started to diminish, replaced by a return to civility and reason. People sensed that by working together they could, in fact, solve their mutual problems and that there was ultimately enough for all seven billion people on planet Earth to live lives of joy in harmony with themselves and all of nature.
Max and Maria had decided to return to Tapachula with Gregorio and Alicia to show them the mountain site where the Twelve souls who had carried the sacred trust of the world had convened and saved humanity, and where Max had become aware that he was indeed The One. The idea for the trip had been Maria’s. She wanted to share the energy of that sacred clearing with her grandchildren, even if they were too young to understand why she was taking them there. The clearing was perfectly calm when Maria and Max brought the children into the sacred cave. The last thing they expected was to find the Thirteenth Apostle there waiting for Max.
“I do not want to disturb you or the children, but you must return to Naranjada immediately,” a solemn Thirteenth Apostle told Max. “The situation on planet Earth 769 is far graver than we had anticipated. Time is running out and all the known—and perhaps unknown—universes may be destroyed if we do not take immediate action. I have called for a meeting of the Council of Twelve, but I believe that ultimately only you will be able to determine the appropriate solution to our dilemma.”
Gregorio had just spotted a beautiful blue-green stone on the ground of the cave and was grabbing for it. The stone had sharp edges, and Max was careful to pick up the stone first to be sure that Gregorio would not cut himself. Maria distracted Gregorio by presenting him with a rounder, if less shiny, stone that equally satisfied his curiosity. Alicia had discovered a small brook next to the cave and was happily distracted watching the water gurgle and flow, creating small eddies.
Max looked at the grandchildren with a smile of contentment and encouraged Maria to watch them while he moved aside with the Thirteenth Apostle to have a private conversation. Max was as calm and unconcerned as he had ever been as either a human being or the creator force of the known and unknown universes. He looked into the eyes of the Thirteenth Apostle and with true compassion addressed his concern.
“The nature of life, even eternal life, is constant change,” Max began. “Look at these children. In every moment they are growing and learning and changing. So it is with all beings, including you and me. This is the nature of the universe I have created and it is the nature of matter to be in a constant state of transformation. Even what you regard as destruction and death is merely change. The essence of consciousness is never lost. Even should planet Earth 769 destroy itself in a way that creates a ripple of destruction for all the known and unknown universes, the core component of consciousness will never be lost. The situation is not nearly as dire as you suspect.”
The Thirteenth Apostle sighed, thinking Max would once again ignore his concerns, but Max continued, still smiling. “But sudden destructive transformation is not something any of us seeks. So do explain why you believe the events on Earth 769 are so critical that they demand my immediate attention.”
“The Collector of Data has confirmed that Earth 769 is in the process of self-destructing and that the negative thought forms producing this destruction will send a ripple throughout the universes,” the Thirteenth Apostle explained, and then added, “It is not the destruction of planet Earth 769 itself that is the problem, but the continued growth of fear- and greed-based thought forms on the planet. It is the first time in the evolution of the universes that sensitive higher beings have behaved in such a self-destructive manner. This madness runs counter to the laws of complexity and harmony that you instituted for the generation of life and consciousness at the beginning of time.”
For the first time a look of surprise crossed Max’s face. “Well, this certainly was never anticipated. Leave it to human beings to devise a path for their own destruction.”
“If they were only destroying themselves, I would not have come,” the Thirteenth Apostle interjected. “My concern and yours, I trust, is for the beings throughout the universes, not just the humans on planet Earth 769. I have a solution in mind, but it requires that we alter the path of the planet Nirumbu to crash into Earth 769 and destroy the planet before those negative thought forms can pollute the rest of the known universes.”
“You did well to bring this to my attention,” Max confirmed. “This is indeed an ingenious solution, but can you be certain that it is not too late already? After all, once thought forms have been created, they can never be destroyed, and these negative thought forms emanating from evolved souls are the strongest thought forms and often immune to transformation.”
“Of course that is a possibility. That is why we need your guidance. Perhaps you know another more effective or less drastic solution than the destruction of Earth 769,” the Thirteenth Apostle agreed, continuing, “These factors are the very reason why I have convened the Council of Twelve and asked for you to join me. They are waiting for us now on planet Naranjada. Will you not join me so we can resolve this situation at once?”
Max glanced across the stream at Maria, Alicia, and Gregorio. He knew that if he left the body of Max to return to Naranjada, he would never be able to return in the human form of Max to spend the rest of his human life with them. The Thirteenth Apostle knew this as well. What he was asking of The One was nothing short of the death of Max.
Max was mulling over his decision when Alicia came running across the stream carrying an exotic flower she had plucked from the water’s edge. “Abuelito, mira! Mira! Mira qué bonita es esta flor!” (Grandpa, look how beautiful this flower is!)
Max picked up Alicia with a broad smile, hugged her tightly, kissed her on the cheek, and let her put the flower through the buttonhole on his shirt as he told her, “Gracias.” He put her down so she could run back to Maria for further explorations of the stream.
Still smiling, Max turned to the Thirteenth Apostle, put a hand on his back, and told him, “I will not be returning with you to Naranjada. I have made a decision to live out my life as Max for as long as this human body will continue to function. This is the only incarnation as a human being I have ever taken, and what I have experienced and learned while in human form is as impor
tant as any knowledge available to me in any universe. I have complete trust in your ability to carry out my duties for the next twenty or even more years that I may inhabit this body, and I also have faith in the Council of Twelve. Although I may have created all that is, I am not wiser than my creations. There is an inherent goodness in the universe itself. This goodness is being challenged now, and it is up to all of you to find a way to combat the negative thought forms. I am confident that you will be successful and, more important, I know that even should you fail, the universe will be better for the efforts you are all making at this time.”
The Thirteenth Apostle was downcast by the words of The One. “The risk is so great,” he entreated. “If we fail, everything that has been created since the beginning of time will be destroyed. Even your life here on planet Earth will be destroyed. Are you really willing to risk such an outcome?”
“Every moment carries this risk,” Max pointed out. “There have never been any guarantees of continuity. Explain to the Council of Twelve that my decision is one that is made to empower them. The time for me to serve as final arbitrator of the evolution of my creations has passed. If this universe is to continue and flourish, it will be because of their great wisdom and acts of courage, not mine.”
Max embraced the Thirteenth Apostle with a gentle, caring smile and turned back to the stream, where Maria, Alicia, and Gregorio were entranced with a frog that was jumping from rock to rock.
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