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