Chapter 17
Hello Punky
I don't know how long I was unconscious. The next thing I knew I was
standing in a gray cube illuminated by a narrow band of light across
all four walls. I was conscious, but not sure if I was alive or dead.
This place didn’t look like a regular room. I wondered if it was a
different plane of existence. I had no idea what that would mean.
Maybe I was dead. The plain gray emptiness was nothing like pearly
gates or streets of gold. Without angels here to greet me, it
couldn’t be what Christians call heaven. It appeared to be empty,
my mind jumped to the other place, the bad one.
“You’re still John, and you’re
OK.” A short fellow with a friendly face stood facing me .
He introduced himself as Punky. Ageless, he had a round, bald head
with fuzzy black brows above green eyes. He wore a gray linen tunic,
the same color as the inside of this cube. I
wondered who he was and why he was here. Maybe the afterlife will be
a friendly place.
“I’ve been sent to help you complete the procedure.” His tone
conveyed a quiet authority.
“What is this place, Punky?” I was kind of nervous.
“It’s a normal stopover place between departure and arrival.”
I was startled, but kept quiet.
This seemed odd; if I was dead, why would I need a stopover? I’d
better find out.
“Am I dead? I mean, I’m here so I must be dead, right?”
“No,” he laughed. “If you were dead, you’d be in a place of
transition for the soul. That’s a whole different process and,
thank God, I don’t do soul transitions. They can get messy. Dying
and having no body can make one disoriented. That’s unpleasant for
some.
“My job is to assist with soul connections. You’re in a special
place between the material world and the spirit world that’s also
between the past and the future. You
could call it limbo.”
I guessed limbo must be some other
kind of transition place then. My mind hadn’t yet calmed down.
“I’m working to
establish an interface between the material world where you were,
John, and the material world in the past where you will go next.
You’ll bypass the spiritual realm because you aren’t dead.”
“Soul connections?” I tried to relax, but my voice rose.
“Yes. Haven't you been briefed about it?” He seemed surprised.
“No, as a matter of fact I haven't.”
“Oh dear, that makes my job a little more difficult. Please accept
my apologies. Did anyone on earth contact you about this journey?”
I thought about Eppie’s phone call.
“Maybe. A friend told me to wait; that I’d be contacted by
someone. It sounded mysterious.” I maintained eye contact.
“Then a step was missed in the process. I’m sorry that happened.
A soul guide was supposed to contact you for a briefing before you
came here.”
“How does that work?”
“In your case, not very well.” Punky laughed. “Dreams are the
standard way contact between worlds is made.”
I thought about my dreams the past few nights; none of them seemed
related to the afterlife, or whatever this place was.
“I don’t recall a dream of that sort, Punky.”
“Some of these guides lack follow-through or they get too busy
doing something else in another part of Real and forget a step in the
process.” He didn’t mince words.
“This would have been a little smoother for you with that extra
step; but we’ll still be able to complete your transition. Let me
think about it for a nan and see what I can come up with." Punky
closed his eyes.
“No problem, I don’t have a schedule.” I wondered if this was
a regular occurrence.
“Ah, found him. He sent that information to the wrong terminal.
I’ll retrieve it now.” Punky smiled. “Everything’s set up for
you to make your connection when you get there. My job is to put you
there at the right time and place.”
“Make my connection?”
“Oh, sorry, you should have been briefed about that part. You’ll
connect at an intersection point in one of your past lives. I’m
working on those coordinates now. You’ll go to anno domini 415, as
you measure time on earth. Hypatia of Alexandria, an incarnate, will
be your host.”
My mind froze. Oh my God, Hypatia, the famous scientist and
philosopher. I can’t believe it. “And can you say where the
right place is?” How could this be happening?
“Here it is, you’ll land in the city of Alexandria.” He patted
my shoulder as if to reassure me. “That much information I do have
in my possession.”
Eppie was right, that’s why I had those visions. They must have
been from inside Hypatia’s Great Library. I wondered if that meant
there had been violence in the library. This information was more
unbelievable than the gray box I was in. I knew 415 was the twentieth
year of the reign of Roman Emperor Honorius, son of Theodosius I. He
was neither a nice fellow nor a competent ruler; and there was a lot
of trouble in Alexandria. I couldn’t
believe how all this was beginning to make sense. Eppie said someone
would contact me. Maybe that was Punky. How could she have known?
Overwhelmed, images from my study of that time and place ran through
my mind.
Punky stood still. I glanced around; now there was an opening on my
left covered with something supple, kind of like a blanket. Light
shone around all the edges; now brighter, then paler.
“You’re not quite ready; don’t get too close. The doorway is a
representation of time as it moves in a large circle, the circle of
human history and life on earth.” Punky seemed to be making a lot
of adjustments, his hands in the air. “Each inhabited planet has
one doorway that’s an entry point to the past, present and future;
and reflects all that was, is and ever will be.”
That was unbelievable, I had no more questions about that; but I was
still interested in this box. “What is this place?” I looked
around, mystified.
“It’s what your physicists call quantum foam.” Punky noticed I
didn’t quite get what he was talking about so he kept going. “We’re
in a temporary place that serves as a portal to other places,
dimensions, planes, frequencies or whatever you call them in the
material world.
“Quantum foam is a primary building block of the universe, but it
doesn’t have any texture. I used it to create this basic space for
you with enough room for me to work and both of us to exist while I
prepare to transport you. Elementary, John, nothing fancy.”
“What about the doorway?” I like to know how things work and
that was a proper mystery.
“The doorway allows access to a moving stream. Think of it like a
passenger train that’s going in a big circle. It picks you up where
you are and drops you off where you need to go. But you cannot enter
the doorway until all the preparations have been completed. Otherwise
you could end up forever lost in time.”
This is some strange dream, it kind of feels like a dream within a
dream. I wondered how that works. I remembered drinking coffee and
getting hit by a book. If I’m not dead, this has to be the
strangest dream ever.
I decided to go with the flow, not sure I had a choice. Punky seemed
to be deep in thought.
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