Picture: Starbound Hylotl by Aleltg
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A seagull lands in the middle of the empty sidewalk. It scampers, carefree, around the corner of a 19th-century red-brick building. The air gets sparkling and a man with a brow top hat comes out of the same corner. Juma is eating her pies on a bench in Nicholson Square throwing bits and scrambles to the crowd of crows, pigeons an gulls. She perceives the vibrational shift happened in front of her. The man is staring at her with a grin on his face. He’s tall, probably in his sixties; he has a beard stubble, grey sideburns and a pair of blue eyes on his skinny long face. He’s wearing an old dark green leather jacket and other rags. Juma connects with the guy on a fourth-dimensional plane. He’s suddenly sitting beside her: “Glad you’re here, Juma.” She instantly recognizes the frequency of his voice, as if coming from lightyears away. “Gabor.” She gasps.
“Gabor, you picked up my Atlantean name.
“Well, tell me more, man of many names,” she replies, her mouth full.
“My other famous name is Gabriel – it’s been a hell of a night with my Mary, haha! What humans don’t know is that on another plane it felt like what they perceive as a whole lifetime. To us: no more than a split-second. Then she naturally gained access to the 4th and 5th dimension, appearing to people in different forms for fun – that adorable silly woman. Enough tripping on memory lane. Watch this.” He snaps his fingers and, in the blink of an eye, she sees the man in all his other forms. “Now, you know more about me than anyone else currently alive on earth, haha!”
“Wow…”
“Be present to your amazement. It’s precious.” He stays silent for a couple of minutes. “I’ve been on this planet for thousands of years and, still, I’d choose to be here. The flow of things is just poetic… But I feel it coming, my friend. I’ve chosen to transcend the fourth dimension as well. The ascension is happening. The one consciousness is becoming aware of itself faster than ever.”
“Yes, that’s why we’re here.” She thinks of Kimi and he catches her thought-form like a jumping salmon. “So, you’re here with Kimi. You’ve always been a good team, he?”
“Of course. He’s chosen to wait on a train to come here,” she chuckles.
“Such a devil, he wants to experience waiting… and in turn, you’re waiting for him I reckon,” he grins. “I don’t blame him, it’s sort of fun to wait. Very 3D though. What humans don’t know is that waiting is a choice – like most things.”
“Gosh, you’re right, I’m becoming intrigued by this 3D games.”
“It’s natural… Experiencing new things is a huge part of the Earth Experience. Think of food!”
He laughs out loud while she tusks her haggis pie.
Kimi hugs and kisses his train buddies goodbye. He’s out of Waverly Station. He smells the fragrance of the new environment and spots Juma’s energy. Kimi walks naturally in presence, witnessing the light unfolding on the ledges, in the pools, on the dancing hair of the people. The song of the seagulls greets him. A crow calls him from above and, for a moment, the bird morphs into a bald man with sunglasses, who winks at him from his roof-perch. Overlooking the odd phenomena, he walks inside Princes Street Gardens towards the colorful fountain, under the stately presence of the castle. He’s suddenly attracted by a circle of birch trees with a tombstone in the middle, he’s got to touch it. Kimi feels dizzy after his fingertips have felt the rough rock; he has to lean on the papery bark of a tree, then…
Nothing.
The sound of computers and complex machinery welcomes him in a blue-green room with bright, glossy metal walls. His eyes barely stay open.
“Get up, Kimi.” The voice and language are familiar. He tries but it’s too painful: he looks down at his blueish belly and sees an open wound bleeding green and thick. “You can do it, Kimi. Get up.”
“Master…”
The Master has long fleshy hair, three red eyes, no nose, and grey skin. He’s wearing a skirt with a sword tied to the belt. He’s standing, watching outside the window. Kimi painfully reaches the window: outside, a huge star is shining in the middle of its colorful planetary system. In the same system, the Master points at a dying planet. It’s dark, dismal, with red glowing streaks.
“You’re still under the veil of forgetfulness they play with on Earth. You won’t be able to remember much…”
“But, I know you, Master…”
“Haha! That’s a glitch. Don’t mind. You’re here with me to see what’s happened to that lower vibrational planet. You’re in a 4th-dimensional state now. You can connect to other parallel lives of yours with some remnants of duality. Of, say, sensory perception. It’s quite fun, my disciple.”
“What happened there?” Kimi points his long-nailed blue finger to the planet.
“You tell me.”
“Is it dead?”
“Or…”
“It’s being born. It really makes no difference…” gasps Kimi.
The Master smiles: “And so your life will finish in this one existence of yours. But don’t worry, we’ll meet again. We always do.” He unsheathes the sword and makes it rotate in the air. Kimi is afraid for a second, then, he enters a state of inevitable peace. In one single cleavage, the Master beheads his interstellar companion and Kimi’s sight rolls all over the spaceship control deck, then…
Nothing.
Herons
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