Sometimes the universe simply shifts in its entirety all at once, affecting everything that it contains. This was one of those moments. Kalisia Andrea felt it shake her being from head to toe. She physically shook herself afterwards, stunned a little, wondering what it was that she had just felt. It was a strange sensation, as if time and space had just ‘changed’ and she was standing there for the first time ever, as if transported to this place, yet the room was as familiar as it had been mere seconds ago. But the air tingled. It felt different. This wasn’t the same place where she had been just a moment ago.
"Oh, drat!" she exclaimed inwardly to herself. "I was just getting used to the way things used to be!"
She supposed she’d be hearing from Howard Popsicle any moment now.
Of the 144,000 "outsiders" who had invaded this planet and changed the genetic destiny of humans forever some 85,000 years ago, she and a few others had committed to becoming "bodhisattvas" of the first order, having promised to remain tied to this planet, reincarnating forever to this "rock" until the responsibility she and the others felt for making the human race this way had been dealt with, and Earthly humanity could be trusted to be able to take care of itself.
That project was certainly taking its sweet time! She, Howard Popsicle and the other two had been returning here on quiet but influential missions for 85,000 years now, subtly and sometimes not-so-subtly influencing Earthly humanity to grow deeper in spiritual values so as to realize its potential. The human’s potential definitely was there - those from her own planet had been of similar genetic beginnings.
But how could it be otherwise? This universe pretty much spelled out the rules of the game.
Well, at least it used to. Somebody had just accelerated all the systems into a higher gear, and she felt pretty sure she knew who it was.
"It’s that technician again! How did he figure this one out? He’s supposed to forget all those tricks!" She was secretly glad that he did remember himself somehow each lifetime, even though his rebirths were always into a body/mind shrouded with a certain amount of forgetfulness as to his origins and purpose. His intuition was a far more valuable thing to them than mere knowledge could be. It was uncanny how he could always wind up in the right place at the right time, especially since he really didn’t know how or why these things kept happening to him. Or, at least, he didn’t seem to remember.
As he had done in previous lives, he found his way to meet one of their little group by a chance meeting near Harvard Square... that resulted in his regaining full memories of all his 85,000 years here, and as a result had been brought to meet with Howard Popsicle, their leader, on Beacon Hill in Boston for a grounding session, to know it really was all real. He had dismissed the meeting as just another interesting bit of mindstream stuff - so typical! - and went on to act again as if nothing had even happened. Did anything happen? Maybe not!
The universe "happens" - but what does that mean, really?
Sometimes she wished he would simply remember himself once and for all and let it be done with!
She remembered when Scott Patterson, one of the four left minding things here, described his meeting with him.
"We got to talking - he and his girlfriend at the time - standing in front of Harvard Street Church at first, and later I suggested we go sit on the steps. I know I shouldn’t have, but he seemed so blasted familiar and had simply addressed me out of nowhere as I was walking past. What he said caught my attention, too."
" ‘Hello there! You’re moving much too quickly!’ he had said. That stopped me, because I was walking quickly for no reason I could fathom at the time, and … well, he just caught me by surprise!"
"The rest of the conversation went on like this:
‘Oh? And how do you know I am moving too quickly? ‘ I asked.
‘Well, you almost zipped right past us! Where do you think you are going so quickly?’ he asked me.
I volunteered, for some odd reason I can’t explain, ‘I’m trying to get the heck off of this rock! And the sooner the better!’
‘You are trying to 'get off of this rock'?’ he asked me. ‘What do you mean?’
‘I’m trying to leave this planet -- to stop reincarnating over and over again to this place!’ I answered him, inexplicitly, since we don’t discuss that with anyone normally.
‘Oh,’ he replied, ‘Stop being reborn here over and over again. I see. Well, why is that? If you are here, think of all the people you can help out. Why stop helping people?’ he asked me. I was really stuck in it now!
‘It has been like… an addiction!’ I told him. ‘Like, I’ve convinced myself that I had to stay tied to this rock - this planet - and have all my lifetimes take place here, when there is an entire universe of places to take rebirths in! It just doesn’t make any sense!’
‘Well, not if you can help people in other places, I suppose,’ he said. ‘I love coming back here, though! It is so pretty in the spring and fall, and I love all the seasons and nature here, and there are so many very nice people. You don’t have to do anything, naturally, but if you help people here, they do need it.’ His answers were making me feel - strange! - but now it was like I was talking to one of us! I couldn’t pin this guy down. Then what somebody had told me about this ‘technician’ guy came to mind. I decided to ask him to take a couple ‘tests’ for me, explaining I just wanted to check something out."
"I had him imagine there were three egg-shaped forms, one for his spirit self over his head, the next for his mental self around his head, and the third for his body self encompassing his chest and abdominal region. I told him I wanted him to bring his consciousness into his spiritual self by doing this little visualization exercise, but warned him that it was rather dangerous, because we had to ensure that we returned the mental self and spiritual orbs back to their original position afterwards. Then I had him imagine that as he lowered his chin slowly, that he was pushing his bodily orb downwards, into his chest, pulling his mental orb downwards with it, so the mental sat just above his heart and surrounded his throat. This also pulled his spiritual-self orb downwards. Next, that he was to slowly raise his head now, but leaving the mental orb where it was, so that he was raising his head to ‘poke’ his brain and head inside of the spiritual self orb. As he raised his head into the spiritual-self orb, I could clearly see that he had succeeded in entering his mental being into his spiritual consciousness.
"Then I asked him my test questions. ‘How long have we been coming back to this planet?’ I asked him. ’85,000 years’ he answered after a brief moment of consideration. Exactly right! I was already flabbergasted - nobody answers that one correctly who doesn’t actually know the answer! He was one of us, but didn’t seem to know it!
"I next asked him, ‘Why are you here?’ He didn’t even pause a moment to respond. ‘I am here to help anybody I can in whatever way I can,’ he told me. ‘That is my reason, and I have known that all of my life. I remember picking this body, my parents, and this lifetime - that is, I have memories from before being born. I had a guide, too. I remember so clearly him asking me if I was sure about this just before embarking out of the spirit existence back into a human form, and I replied, ‘Yes, I’m absolutely sure!’ I made certain that I remembered that even through the traumas of birth, and almost the first thing I told my mother and grandmother when I learned to talk was to inform them that I remembered being ‘in heaven’ and picking my parents out.’
"Well, I then asked him how much longer it would take to help people, and he told me it would take many more rebirths before people could all help themselves and he would no longer be needed that way. Of course, with him in this state, it was no time to carry on a discussion of why he might be better off to abandon this project, and he’d been in this state a long time already, so I gave him the instructions again to lower his chin into his chest, putting his brain and head again into the mental state orb, and then upon slowly raising his head, to push the spiritual self orb upwards again to over his head, pulling the body orb upwards back into position. As he did so, I was so excited that I kind of screwed up the next exercise I asked him to do.
"I asked him if he’d mind another experiment, and he said no, not at all. I had him close his eyes again and imagine he was raising up out of his body till he was floating above the church looking down at us from up in the air far above us. He did this with apparent ease, as I by now expected he would. ‘So, you are now flying above us, looking down at us standing here?’ I asked him. ‘Yes,’ he replied.
"My next instruction was supposed to be for him to go to his first lifetime back - the one just previous to this one - so he could perhaps tell me what he was doing here in his last lifetime. But, there is where I messed up. With him flying now above us, I told him I wanted him now to go to his first lifetime on this planet - not his first lifetime back - his first lifetime! After a moment I asked him, ‘Are you there?’, and he seemed visibly shaken, the process taking a bit longer than I expected. ‘Not yet,’ he managed to reply. ‘Let me know when,’ I said. I didn’t realize still what I had done! ‘Holy Shit! OK, I’m there!’ he said. ‘Describe to me what you see there,’ I said to him. What he told me completely astonished me!
" ‘I’m standing in a field, carrying some kind of measuring device, scanning the area. We have just determined that not only was this area safe to sustain our kind of life, but that it there were beings here very closely like our own genetically, though still fairly primitive. There are three space ships behind me - shaped like the rocket ships of old Science Fiction stories, with three long pods that served as stabilizers allowing these tall structures to stand upright on the ground. We have just determined that the beings of this planet could be used by us as genetic ‘base material’ to accelerate their evolutionary development and allow a new version of intelligent being like ourselves to evolve here on this planet. We were, in a sense, colonizing the planet, but not with our own people, but rather, with the offspring of the people who were already here. I was a technician, and the lowest ranking person on the mission.
" ‘But, you have to hear what else I saw! When you asked me to go to my first lifetime on this planet, it was incredible! There I was, floating above the church looking down at us one minute, and suddenly I was zooming like a jet plane just fifty feet above the ground, with scene after scene appearing below me, like one every half second or so. Each scene was a scene that symbolized in a single flash an entire lifetime! More than symbolized, really - it encompassed all the details of that entire life - in a flash! In the first, I was dressed rather dapper in a plaid jacket and pants, wearing a bowler hat, a successful impresario walking down a new brick-laid sidewalk somewhere. Further back, flashes of pioneer life in America, followed by several scenes in succession living in tribal settings as a medicine man, healer or wise man of some kind. The flashes became closer together, being like the beating of wings of a large bird, each beat of the wings showing a different age. At one point, I was astonished to find myself standing in a laboratory setting from thousands of years ago - in a building built atop an active volcano, and in that we had grown a massive crystal that was the power source for the civilization of that time. It was a job like working for an electric power company might be today, except that the crystal was able to focus energies we do not even know about in these times. There was an atmosphere of strife in that era - struggle and discontent surrounding the issue of centralization of power vs. decentralization. This was building to a war-like episode and coming to a head in the destruction of the crystal, the volcano exploding and destroying the entire civilization. It was Atlantis!! Then further back, into another civilization, full of mental and spiritual energies, and full telepathy between everyone. This was considered to be a nuisance, this telepathic connectivity, because intolerance and conservative ways were creating an atmosphere of so-called "thought-crimes". I was an activist against thought-crimes and an advocate for freedom of thought! Then another couple of flashes in jungles and fields, and there I was, stopped in that field taking measurements with our three rocket ships standing tall behind me! A colonizer! Of all things!!! ‘
"Shaken by what he had told me and by what I realized I had done, I told him that I had to take him to see Howard on Beacon Hill - that I felt he should meet Howard. At least meeting him, I figured, it might give some grounding to who was clearly "The Technician." I could not believe I had found him - or more accurately, that he had found me!"
That was thirty years ago. "The Technician" had been roaming the country, still completely ambivalent to his importance or status as a miracle-worker, all that time. Only sporadic miracles had taken place so far - though Howard had said that we had to regard every single move "The Technician" made as being a miracle, because all were part and parcel of every more flamboyant and spectacular miracle that he was to perform. "Remember," Howard used to remind them, "to the Technician, every single event is the same; all the universe wrapped up in the present moment, in the present time. Only the manifestations are changing."
Only the manifestations are changing! Ugh!!! "To be in control of the manifestations - what a nice thing that would be!" she thought. Things were manifesting, all right! Howard’s words continued to echo in her head:
"It is no different for the rest of us - we are all part of that same whole, that same unity, the same single event that is all events simultaneously. We just aren’t stubborn enough in our resolve to "make" things manifest the way the Technician is. He knows the consequences as much as we do of manifesting anything - that’s why he has studied all these years how to do it carefully - taking care of us even if it brings difficulties upon himself. That’s why we hold back, isn’t it? Aren’t we afraid of all those potential repercussions coming from our actions? Afraid of results coming back and slapping us in the face? Afraid of what our manifestations may manifest themselves? Afraid of being responsible should something screw up, and we hurt someone?"
Howard could be such a pain!
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