TIME MATTERS – CHAPTER 15: ‘Twas The Night Before YO! Bowl

The urge of going back to the Akashic records was overwhelming so I decided to set an alarm on my iPhone to avoid losing track of time again. I assigned it a never-used-before ringtone as a mnemonic for my date with Gina the next day. Yes, at that moment my fear of  forgetting the whole shebang again was very real.

I sat once more in front of the blue light field and closed my eyes. This time my mind automatically jumped to the topic of time travel:

“If time is what adds matter to the three-dimensional field of energy defined by the other dimensions, and getting to Paris from New York is a process that requires seven hours of materialization(1), then it is fair to say that we have been traveling in time all our existence. Granted, only in the present time and only in one direction: towards the future, but in time nonetheless. What we really want to accomplish when we colloquially say, “travel in time” is actually to step away from the present and travel outside of time.”

In the previous session I had concluded that only energy could exists in the absence of time. Therefore, traveling outside of time would only be possible if we eliminate all matter. Only pure energy constructs could travel from one point to another in three-dimensional space outside of time. And since there’s no speed because there’s no time, then the ‘trip’ becomes something different from what we are used to in terms of movement. So, how can one ‘move’ when there’s no speed? A voice in my mind urged me to look for something in our material dimension that could resemble the nature of a three-dimensional field of pure energy in a timeless environment. Thanks to the Akashic records the answer came fairly fast.

“The closest we can get to a field of energy devoid of time in our reality is the universe of our mind. It is filled with thoughts, ideas, emotions and memories. Each one of them occupies a position in the energy universe that is our mind. And going from one to another amounts to travelling through a space of pure energy. And how does one do it? By shifting focus. That’s how one goes from point A to point B in an energy environment unaffected by time.

Then I pictured in my mind an entity of sentient energy traveling outside of time. The interaction with the universe would be quite different from what one experiences in a physical body:

“The energy entity would merge with its surroundings. Once it becomes part of the energy field, going from point A to point B becomes an instantaneous event. One guided simply by a shifting of its focus.”

But how can one consciously navigate that field of energy?

“The answer lies with the existence of our mind’s all-energy universe in our fourth-dimensional world. The transformation into an energy being doesn’t change the fact that within us resides the all-energy universe that is our mind. When transformed into an all-energy being, the only thing that will remain the same is our mind because it already was in the energy state needed. Our mind has been managing our physical body throughout our life and, since it remains the same in the transformation, it will continue to do so with our ‘new’ energy self. The key to moving as an energy being in an energy field is our ever-present mind.”

I don’t remember much more from that night other than the fact that I fell asleep on the chair until the need to empty my bladder woke me up in the middle of the night.  After taking care of business I continued my slumber on the bed. The iPhone alarm woke me up at 8:30 AM. The mnemonic worked and I started to get ready for a day with Gina and her niblings.

I took a long shower and afterwards, while looking at my reflection in the mirror to start shaving, I realized I looked like shit, with dark circles under my eyes and everything. Few hours of sleep will always do the trick. I Googled how to get rid of them fast and went with the cold compresses. They softened the Beetlejuice look but you could still see a remnant of the dark patches. That had to do.

When I got out of the bathroom and saw the blue light field again, the urge to connect came back. I fought it and proceeded to get dressed. The standard uniform for such a special day was my Notre Dame replica football jersey with jeans and tennis shoes. It was still early but Gina lived about an hour away from the city, and I wanted to be on my way with time to spare. So after gathering all the BBQ stuff I had bought the day before, my journey to suburbia got underway.

What I had no idea at the time was that this was not going to be your garden variety YO! Bowl.

 

(1) For all the details read Chapter 14 – A Day for the Records

TIME MATTERS – CHAPTER 16: Bowl Time Revelations

Dreamlike image of Ray's ecounter with the Timekeeper during the Notre Dame/Stanford game

The drive to Gina’s home was almost uneventful. On the way I realized I had forgotten to buy some beer for the adults to chase down the BBQ food so I stopped at a convenience store and bought a six-pack of one of those fall seasonal craft beers that looked like it could do the job. The checkout lady, who had an uncanny resemblance to one of the alter egos of Melissa McCarthy’s character in the movie ‘Spy’, looked at me funny and said:

“Honey, are you feeling okay?”

“I’m fine. But I know I look like crap.”

“Well, I wouldn’t say that. I mean you being a customer and all, but yeah, you look like you could use some rest… and maybe some chicken soup too.”

“I’ll do just that. Have a good day… oh, and thanks for caring,” I said and the lady’s face beamed with a smile.

I finally made it to Gina’s and as soon as she opened the door the first words that came out of her mouth were: “Ray are you okay? You look like shit.”

“And a good day to you too,” I said.

“Sorry I didn’t mean to… you know, it’s just that I haven’t seen you since Wednesday morning and you look like the rest of the week piled up on you,” she said apologetically.

“Don’t sweat it, my bathroom mirror and the checkout lady at the convenience store agree with you. I just haven’t been sleeping well.”

“Still having those weird dreams you told me about?”

“Sort of… but today is all about indoor camping, BBQ and some Notre Dame/Stanford football, not about weird dreams. What do you say we get this tailgating going?”

“Sounds good to me,” she said. “Chris, Mel, come on over. There’s someone I want you to meet.”

Christian and Melanie were Gina’s niblings. He was six years old and she was four. I was surprised at how well mannered they were. Gina introduced us and Christian extended his hand to shake mine while saying: “Nice to meet you.” In my mind I questioned whether this kid was for real. Melanie was a little shy so she just said hi while grabbing Gina’s thigh.

Gina led the way to the kitchen and helped me unpack all the goodies. I had brought hamburgers and hotdogs for the kids and some Italian sausage and ribs for the over-21 crowd. The ribs were the unpack-and-heat-up kind; I wasn’t such an accomplished BBQer. As it turned out, the kids had had hot dogs the night before and little Melanie loved ribs so the menu was set at one hamburger for Christian, ribs for everyone else and Italian sausages as appetizers for Gina and me. I added one cheeseburger for me simply because I loved them, although I didn’t know how I would be able to eat all that stuff.

The BBQ in Gina’s backyard was in excellent condition and everything turned out delicious. I hurt my sore tongue with a hot sausage but I solved that with a cold brew. After eating to our heart’s content, Gina and I sat down to watch the game. I recall watching the opening kickoff and not a single down after that. Without warning I found myself in the company of the Timekeeper in the place he called the Anteverse.

“Welcome back to my domain,” said the strange creature over the constant humming that permeated the featureless place(1).

“What is this place… this Anteverse?” I asked.

“It’s the place that exists an instant before your present,” said the Timekeeper. “It exists between the construct of the past and the energy of the future.”

“What do you mean by the construct of the past?”

“As you have discovered, time is the universal materializer, and that means that what you call the past is a solid construct. Something like frames in a movie with each frame being a moment in time. The moments exist forever, unaltered, created by the effect of time on the three-dimensional space of energy, and spilling over into your present. See, you are actually living ‘in the past’. Everything that surrounds you is a remnant of the past; an existing past construct that spills over into your ‘now’. An that ‘now’ is the edge of creation.”

“So, if the past is a physical construct, then it has mass… Can it be visited?” I asked.

“Once materialized, the past stays there for anyone to visit. Like a museum with every instant of existence frozen in an endless stream. Its mass affecting the present from an unseen source.”

The Timekeeper went on talking about how the theoretical dark matter is in actuality the mass of the past, but I was more concerned with the nonstop whirring.

“What’s with the constant humming?” I asked.

“That’s time interacting with the energy of the future,” said the Timekeeper. “What you call the present is a materializing process and the humming you hear is the sound of time creating your immediate future.”

I had many questions and had lost track of time when a distant voice started to warp the Anteverse.

It was Gina pulling me out of the Timekeeper’s domain.

“Ray, Ray wake up. Hey Ray. Earth calling Ray. Come in Ray…”

“What… oh crap I fell asleep. Is it half-time already?” I asked groggily.

“The game’s over Ray, you slept through it. I tried to wake you up earlier but you were sound asleep and snoring like a bear in the middle of winter. I think there’s a video of you sawing wood in YouTube now. Sorry, the kids’ idea, and I thought it was pretty funny.”

“Oh well, I hope it goes viral. Who won anyway?” I asked.

“Not Notre Dame,” said Gina grimacing. “What was your bet with Bob?”

I took a deep breath and started to feel the pain of what was coming to me. “Must go to the office all dressed up in red and every time somebody mentions my name I have to say I went to Notre Dame because I wasn’t good enough for Stanford.”

Gina burst out laughing and said: “I’m going to have so much fun that day.”

 

(1) For more on the strange Timekeeper character go to Chapter 6: The Timekeeper, and Chapter 8: Time Out… Sh*t!