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Light of Variable Enlightenment. Seek One, Search Two, Discover Three.

By Doris Paine Roberts, Ph.D.

Futuristic Story

That dares to invoke within everyone a journey into the

Intuitive/Intelligent Mind of a Woman

Copyright

Copyright © 2016 by Doris E. Roberts, edited by Wendy G Candela

All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the

express written permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review or scholarly journal.

First Printing: 2016

ISBN 978-1-329-80455-5

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Prologue

In the registered year of this Millennium, Two Thousand One Hundred Thirty-two, I am honored that you are allowing me to share my journey with you as it happened to me before our entry into Planet Earth’s Golden Age.

From this place in time and space, I am,

JC

Aboard the AgeeVee IXI,

2132

Peering through the portals of the reflecting windows of the AgeeVee Spaceship, a total sense of well-being comes over me.  For the first time in a very long time, I feel as if I am truly going home.

Gazing out into the wonder of the Universe before me, I knew this was the place I sought all my life.  Here is where I truly belong in time and space among these spiritual, altruistic people, and my new mate.  Never again will I feel a stranger in a strange world of alien beings.  My feet are firmly planted on the metal hull beneath me as a sense of satisfying peaceful wholeness, completeness, and oneness permeates my very being.  I am finally where I was destined to be!

A rush of warmth spreads over my whole body.  I don’t want to leave the window, even though my five foot three inch female human body seems so tiny in comparison to the Universe so expansively spread out before my eyes.  The deep blueness of space and the absolute brilliance of the stars, not appearing to twinkle as much as I remember they did on Earth, were mesmerizing me with the overwhelming beauty of the entire splendor surrounding me.

I realized now that everything I ever did in my life led me to this place, gazing out of this window into space.  Every little thing that did not seem to follow a pattern and make sense, but was important for me brought me to this moment now.  I know it now as surely as I know that I am a woman. 

Here is my purpose; here is where I was meant to be.  This is my chosen path, my destiny.  I am fulfilling my mission, one of letting go of the past to be in the present and finally honor my future.

The whirlwind of my current life carried me from my birth through schooling and eventually meeting with two men who would do much to set me on my road to discovery, which joyfully led me to this place, to this moment now.

I can remember as a small child of barely two having a feeling of not really belonging where I was.  As I grew up, I questioned often, why this feeling?  I loved my parents and siblings.  They were an important part of me.  I just did not think about life as they did and I felt very different from them, a feeling I did not enjoy experiencing. 

When I shared with them my thoughts, I felt made common sense, my family would often ask me:  Who do you think you are?  I wanted to shout at them, I am I! Don't you know me? Please tell me you know me and who I am!  I could not understand why I appeared so different.  Maybe it was because they didn't seem to have any questions that required answering.  It often made me physically ill to think like the majority of people around me.  So I had no choice, I had to be me living with the personality traits that already existed within me.

When my world and I obviously didn’t fit together, I turned to books to search for answers.  What plagued me was I also began to see myself in many of the make-believe personalities who filled the papers between the hard covers.  What made me think I could experience life like the people in the books I was attracted to read?  Was I a chameleon who could change colors to suit all situations?  Perhaps it was simply that I had a very vivid imagination.

I began to hold interesting conversations with myself.  I asked why I can’t even understand me.  Who am I really?  I don't want to be different from my family and their culture.  What on earth is the matter with me?  None of my brothers or sisters appeared to have any difficulties, or any questions about their lives. Why did I come out so differently?  Remembering things that happened when I was about a year old did not help the situation.  I learned to keep my mouth shut, and eyes and ears open.  For after a few frustrating years in grammar school, I turned back again to more reading, along with playing sports, and singing in the church and school choirs, always seeking and searching for the real me.  There had to be someone who was a reflection of me somewhere out there.  I finally realized how futile it was to even think about talking over any problems with classmates and those in my close family unit.  I learned to keep them to myself even if I was back to agonizing within myself.  At least I was not boring or bothering others for answers no one seemed to have for me.

Even as a child I felt I had to remember all the things going on around me for I would have need of them when I grew older.  I made a determined effort to remember special occasions when I experienced another type of weird reality. 

I often felt that someone I could not see was watching me very closely.  Almost like I was being filmed – like a record was being made of all the things I was doing.  Many times I felt like someone or something was behind me sending chills up my spine and into the back of my scalp.  It was spooky!  And I wanted nothing to do with it.

I did whatever I had to do to block this from myself. And my wonderful imagination helped me.  But I still could not help wondering what I was doing or supposed to do.  What was my purpose this lifetime?  Questions like that always came up all my life.

I remember hating the depressing energy, which surrounded me as a child.  My parents had lost a child a few years before I was born.  It was never talked about but the sadness was there.  It felt awful.  I knew I could not stay too long in the environment I was born into.  I felt as if my life energy was being drained away.  Without truly realizing it, someday I knew I would have to leave.  It was such a sad, lonely life around me everywhere. There had to be more to life than this….

Writing helped me survive.  It used it to make some sense and purpose from what appeared senseless to me as a child.  Often what I wrote made more sense than the way most of the adults around me were acting at the time.  Writing provided a way to a much deeper personal awareness, allowing me to continue to seek and search for my true self.  It became the game I played almost every day.   I could not tell anyone about it.  They would think I was out of my mind.

As I grew older, I discovered that, without realizing it, I tuned into other peoples’ energy so much that I had lost my own personality for a while.  When this occurred, I really didn’t know where others ended and I began.  Obviously, it fulfilled me.  But it was all very scary at times, as well as wonderful.  This ability served by giving me direction and energy for a part of me growing and developing inside my mind.

And still I felt incomplete.  Like the old popular song, I kept asking myself Why was I born, why am I living? What do I get? What am I giving?  Age old questions that deserve answers, I discovered that many of the things that I did and thought eventually caused me realize I had been looking outside of myself for what was just inside waiting to be uncovered and discovered.

Seek One

Chapter I: The Woman – 2100

Suddenly and abruptly I awake!  Everything is quiet.  I sit up quickly just in time to see the cobalt blue sky turning into multiple shades of pink and gold through the open windows of my hospital room.  Gazing for a few precious moments at the unbelievable streaking of light as the sunrise in its full spectacular color previews a new day and a new dawn, I turn away finally to see the refection of myself in a mirror at the foot of my bed on the wall.

For a bleary moment my head is dizzy with the quick change of position.  I feel as if I was still sitting in the back seat of the limo, being driven here to this medical center.  But that was weeks ago!  So much has happened since then, I’m surprised I survived.  But, then again, no one said it would be easy.

As usual, I’m reminded on how hard I am on myself, how much I yearn to change and rush things, not giving anything full time to develop.  I seem to just leap into the unknown with breathless inquisition.  Or was it really unknown?  Inside me in that still and quiet place, I really do know what I am getting into.  The only person I ever fool, when I say I don’t know, is myself.

The patterns of my life appear to be this rush to experience the unknown knowingly.  My insatiable curiosity will not let me be satisfied with answers given to me by others for long.  I must discover truth for myself -- My Truth.  However, if this dizziness is any indication, it is becoming apparent that I must slow down; I am beginning to lose touch with reality again.  I now have two distinct personalities -- a seventy year old and a thirty year old -- functioning right now as the Real Me.

It is so easy to slip back into a state of denial of either existence.  The progress I have made so far in learning to live with this new body image would surely be handicapped if I refuse to let it take its time to re-define itself.  I can't run off and live like a teenager just because I am beginning to feel like one again!  I must be patient and let my body catch up with my mind -- or is it the other way around?

At any rate, I am not due to leave until tomorrow if my final tests are positive today.  I can hardly wait to get back to work.  I didn’t realize I would miss it so much.  Fortunately, ASTARIC, my computer, is carrying on very well without me.  What was that my doctor said about my dreams?  Oh yes, not to be too concerned for I’m bound to have some very interesting ones because of the stimulation process of hormone balancing as well as the adaptation condition of my physical body that the porta-pak is handling for me. That is until my implant can take over the job after my blood and other body fluids are completely filtered and my system is functioning normally.

It is going to be a little disconcerting carrying around this porta-pak.  However, it’s strapped easily to a waist belt and doesn't look too out of place.  It appears to be an expensive accessory bag, which is so true.  What more could I ask?  Adjustments have to be made.  I am grateful that I am still alive and kicking.  Well, up and at em eager beaver, the day is not waiting for you.  It will be half way over before I even get started.  And tomorrow, I shall be on my way back home!  How wonderful!  It won't be long now.  I hope everyone is pleased with how I look now, for I surely do love my new-old image.  The door buzzer goes off and startles me!  Someone is requiring entry.  I quickly slip into my plush terry robe to answer the door.

Who is it?

Dr. Barran. May I come in?

Of course, enter, Replying as I slip off the bed (pleased that the dizziness has left me for now) and into my slippers while the door swishes up into the ceiling to lock there.

The doctor looks very refreshed and well-scrubbed -- the typical clinical surgeon's look.  Also it helps to be tall, blond, blue-eyed and very handsome.  His eyes look me over in my state of undress and I feel my cheeks flushing.  It has been a long time since a man's gaze would bring about this reaction in me.  This DNA cellular stimulating package must be working!

I see you’re not dressed yet.  Good.  We need you at the main lab to take some final intensive prints of your complete body to assure it is functioning on schedule.  Also, I understand from your medic that you had another very vivid dream last night that woke you.  I was just reading about it in her report.  Was it the same one that has been disturbing your sleep on and off for the past couple of weeks?  he asked, very professionally I might add.

I reached for my water glass on my end table while he was talking and swallowed a large gulp of ice water before I answered him. Should I confirm or ignore his question?  I better be truthful.

Yes, it is.

Before you can leave the hospital tomorrow, we are going to have to work on relieving that stress on your system.

I put down my hairbrush with a sigh.  He very gallantly comes over beside me and takes my left arm at the elbow to guide me to the door.  I place my right free arm on the door jam and stop as we approach the door to exit.  He looks down at me with an eyebrow raised.

At this point, I’m not too sure where you’re taking me is in my best interest, I stubbornly respond.  But with one look at his determined face, I take my arm away from the doorframe and allow him to escort me out and down the hall.

Where are we headed first?  I ask swallowing my displeasure as I join in step to his stride, my two to his one. The entry doors swishing open and closed behind us as we make our way down the hospital corridor.

Easy question to answer, we are heading for the Dream Analyzer Center where we have this fabulous contraption that fits over your head like in some horror movie and we doctors get to analyze your brain patterns.  We then trigger the dream again so we can measure your body's senses and emotional reactions.

Now wait just a moment!  I say stopping again this time in the middle of the hallway.

I am not so sure I want to relive that dream again, Doctor.  I felt as if I were dying!

He pulls on my arm as he starts walking again, his soothing voice assuring me it is in my best interest as he continues talking.  All the more reason for us to put it back into action.  You must understand, Julie, you are never going to die unless you choose to do a couple of things that will set up an irretrievable condition into motion in your body, which will automatically cause your demise.

He continued on not allowing me to interfere in any way.   We doctors have to deal with a part of your mind still not accepting the fact that you may physically live forever.  The best way to treat this condition is to allow the emotional agenda to play itself out until there’s no more resistance and your brain allows the dream to be stored with no negative emotion attached.

If I had any brains I wouldn't be here!  Still totally ignoring my resisting attitude, he went on with his dialogue. He must have been practicing it all night, I thought.

So what we get to do today, along with having us take all types of pictures of your body on our special high intensity body scanner, is assure your system is beginning to peak out around age thirty.  It is important we check out your progress to make sure it’ll stay that way until the permanent implantation under your breastbone takes over.  So this is why we have to use the brain bucket as we affectionately call it.  It allows us to help your brain work through your dream until you are totally free of the effects of it...

But….

"No buts about it!  Your implant is not completely functioning on its own right now; your body and brain can’t tolerate your 30-year-old rejuvenation package completely yet, but in about thirty days you should be able to remove the porta-pak.  Your physical body will continue to function very well without it.  Aw, here we are now.  

What a nice stroll we’ve had and there are my assistants ready and waiting for us.  She’s all yours, gentlemen, he adds, See you later, Julie! and off he rushes to heaven knows where.

I sigh as I turn to the two smiling faces, one holding a weird contraption ready to fit over my resisting head and the other pointing to a comfortable leather lounge chair that obviously goes along with the deal.

Oh, well, just think how great you’re going to feel, when it's all over.  Julie Chandler, you and your bright ideas!  This better be worth it!

Dr. Chandler, you're going into your dream sequence.  Let it happen.  Don't resist it.  We are right here you.  Allow it to come on through.  Relax, let go....  Slowly the voice of the technician is heard no more and whether I will it or not, the dream captures me.

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Pain penetrates my being.  I feel great fear and want so badly to feel safe and secure again. Without willing it, I become aware of the how cold and chilly I am, even in my bulky clothes.  An abrasive sandy ground beneath me is wet and smells of a salty sea lingering around me.  I cannot feel anything in my