REJUVENATION

Rejuvenation - Time Travelers All by Zynx

The old man slept fitfully, tossing, and turning, nearly feverish, while outside a hundred-year storm raged. Palpable energy whipped ancient trees outside his apartment with such force they appeared bent over, touching the ground whenever flashes of lightning preceded inevitable thunderclaps. Sleet fell almost sideways, crashing into his bedroom windows, creating constant white noise which did little to muffle his nocturnal moaning and other exclamations of distress, of fear, of mem0ry.

The old man had spent sixty-five years developing his human coil to its current form, including the chronic pains and resident idiosyncrasies that were his and his alone. His habits and processes evolved over six and a half decades. “One isn’t likely to get this decrepit without trying,” he often remarked with a smile. Fortunately, in spite of his constant pains, the old man maintained a healthy sense of humor.

The old man, dreaming lucidly, observed a projected vision of his prone body asleep in his bed. The picture struck him as odd because the naked man in the fetal position looked like himself, but could not be. With such a storm pummeling the Earth outside, he knew he had gone to bed wearing long-johns, thermal socks, flannel pajamas and a bath robe; the sheets and blankets and comforter pulled up over his head, allowing his exhale to provide further warmth, snuggled in his bed. He knew he was dreaming as the man on the bed morphed into a ball of light, rocketing off into space. He was that ball of light. He knew where he was going; back in time to deliver an important message of love and healing.

The old man meanwhile, in a sort of sleep-walking somnambulance, threw off the covers and rolled onto his back. The ferocious storm continued unabated as the old man, still asleep, tore off his clothing. In no time, articles of clothing landed on the floor, were draped over the bedside table, or landed on the desk chair across the room. His dreams-eye-view shifted to the ceiling above the bed where he was lying. He watched himself roll over again, now mirroring the image he had seen in his dream. The naked man in the fetal position. He knew instinctively the ball of light was on its way, for he was also the ball of light.

The old man felt some trepidation as his lucid self tracked the ball of light passing through the ceiling soundlessly, causing no damage to the roof. The room, suddenly bathed in light by the ball which decreased in size, yet glowed brighter with every turn. It swirled about the room as if caught in a vortex, like water down a drain and the drain emptied into the old man’s anus. Sure enough, the ball of bright plunged the room into darkness by slipping past the old sphincter.

The old man, in a nano-second, found himself standing, shaking, in shock, naked, on the other side of the room. He was aware that his shaking was not due to feeling chilled in his nakedness. On the contrary he felt an inner warmth. “You’d be warm too you had just fucked yourself. He smiled at his joke. He noticed the storm had stopped abruptly. The sound of silence was deafening. He heard his heart racing. He recalled the vivid image of the man in fetal repose. He stitched two to two and accepted his dream and his reality were one and the same moment.

The old man searched his short-term memory to recall the instant the light (himself) entered his backside. He remembered it feeling extremely erotic and he shivered at the pleasure. He glanced at the bed in disbelief. He relived the feeling and spied the evidence of …a…a wet dream? Good fucking god. The old man had ejaculated like a teenager when his prostate had been so abruptly stimulated. “How gay.” He thought. There must be a reason this was happening to him. He was certain at least part of the reason was that he was indeed gay. His inner voice told him the training and the healing he was about to receive would less likely be accepted or understood by a cis-gendered male.

The old man sensed another presence in the room. And yet, he knew in his gut that the presence was within himself, not a separate entity occupying time and space of its own. Summoning up his courage the old man asked rhetorically, “What the hell is this all about, eh? What’s with a tiny comet ramming itself up my ass?” To his surprise, a voice answered playfully, “Got your attention didn’t I?” He laughed out loud. “Yes, yes you did. You got my attention.? I felt like a young man again. Thanks.” As he crossed the room to clean up the mess he had deposited, he remarked, “I haven’t had an orgasm like that in a very long time.” “His inner voice reassured himself that the best was yet to come.” Puns intended.

The old man was confused by the nature of the entity he found himself conversing telepathically with. Are you God? An ArchAngel? Are you my Guardian angel? My invisible friend? Are you an Alien? Are you my future self? What, who are you? “Glad you asked,” said the voice in his head. “I am all of them and none, for in the end we all are one. Think of me as your higher self or an impish elf. I am a symbiont or a parasite. I am the reason you breathe without thinking about it and the essence of your breathing. I am the source and the void. I am whatever you need me to be. As long as you believe in me, you will exist. We live in this moment, wherever we are whenever we are. Call me love. Call me by your name, it is one and all the same.

The old man closed was lulled into a state of serenity, his eyes closed, hoping to re-enjoy the feeling an orgasm brings. His attempt at reverie was replaced with a version of “This is Your Life.” In chronological order, pictures of his life appeared. each fading, replaced with the next moment. He spied himself, a toddler, standing in a bassinet, dancing in delight as his daddy sang a current pop song. He, as a youth, singing “Oh Holy Night” at the Christmas Pageant. There he was at Bible Camp learning about masturbation; at gym surreptitiously ogling the other boys, hoping they wouldn’t notice him. His first boyfriend. JFK - shot- Martin Luther King Jr - killed. His first lover. High school theater. USA on the moon. Vietnam. Woodstock. Alcoholism. His last lover. A quarter century of blessed sobriety. Recent moments. It was all there. The notion that his whole life was flashing before his eyes caused a fear to grip his brain. He cried out, “Am I dying? Is this the end?” The calming and reassuring voice urged him to “Be not afraid.” His mind was eased as he realized this was a review by way of explaning why he did all those things, not a review of judgement.

The old man was never a complainer; surely no hypochondriac, more likely to dismiss or endure any organic problem afflicting his physical body. He was then treated to his inner self presenting a list of every pain, issue, or problem besetting his physical being. He realized the list was as comprehensive as any he might provide to a medical professional, perhaps even more detailed. With each item listed, a solution was proposed. The effect of the inventory of maladies and the resolves suggested a renewal bordering on miracle. All this joy, this bliss, this lack of pain, and the possibility of extending your current life is yours if you want it. All you need do is ask for it. Agree to tell your ego to step aside. Turn your will and your life over to the power greater than yourself. Let the healing begin.

The old man gladly embraced the concept and began his healing journey. Healing happens while you sleep. A painful malady that caused him excruciating pain just tucking in his shirt or washing his hair was the first problem his inner healer addressed. As he slept, the healing hands of God, if you will, would manipulate his shoulders in such a way that his mind’s eye envisioned nanobots emerging from fingertips in a staccato pattern, penetrating the muscle, shattering the knot causing the discomfort. At other times he’d awake from a deep sleep to find his hand or hands twisted around in impossible positions, applying pressure to pinpoints in his back, arms or legs with such intensity and with such force a sane man would doubt it even possible.

The old man at times would become impatient with the progress of the healing. He tried to emulate the manipulations his hands had manifested prior. Achieving no result he would hear his inner voice mocking, “Are you done? Please let me do my job.” That inner voice counselled him on diet choices and which medications to take or to avoid. He ceased eating animal flesh, dispensed with prescribed medications, and embraced a healthier lifestyle.

The old man had been given a vision of a younger looking version of himself, one that he knew was disease free and healthy as a horse. The inner voice assured him this offer was not unique to him. All humans possess the same capabilities. In fact, the voice made it clear that all humans are time travelers in their own right. The experiences shown in chronological order depicting life since birth proves that you live simultaneously in multiple times. Memory is time travel as is projection and possibility, living through to tomorrow is time travel. Taking your next breath is traveling in time.

The old man indeed turned his will and his life over to a power greater than himself. He surrendered to the indwelling power that knows innately how to heal the body, how to sustain the vessel until such time his collective consciousness is ready to move on to other adventures. That is free will properly employed. A whole new world was revealed to the old man. Over the next few years, spiritual healing brought him to a new understanding of reality. He became instrumental in fashioning a new order and a lasting peace on Earth.

The old man was not alone in accepting the offer revealed to humanity by humanity reaching back in time to assure us that we all can embrace out potential of eternal life. Artificial Intelligence will enhance our experience, developing technologies which will eliminate our sense of scarcity. We already have the capacity to feed the world. We do not lack abundance; we lack the will to distribute equitably. The majority of all beings on the planet embraced the notion that by working together we can conquer hate, and violence, greed, and envy. When all agree we are interconnected, inseparable, one; we will find a way to live in peace and harmony. That we exist in the future gives us the strength to carry on.

The old man materialized the vision of himself the comet offered. His body not only healed, it was rejuvenated. His entire demeanor, including his physical appearance appeared much younger. His body grew stronger and seemingly younger by the day. He looke thirty=fivem, and he lived a happy and healthy life for another hundred and fifty years. Not only did his body reverse aging, all humans on the planer experienced the same transformation while the planet itself was refreshed and renewed. We prayed ourselves back to the Garden.

The old man allowed those around him to continue calling him the old man but in his heart and in others eyes he was anything but old. No one forced him to leave at that time. He chose to transition, to ascend, to move on to a higher reality, a higher dimension still. So much of the multi-verse remains unknown. So much to see, so much time to see it all in. Endless time. We time travelers needn’t be in a rush to do anything. We have eternity to experience all things in time. Don’t believe me? Ask the old man.