Dystopyum (The D-ot Hexalogy Book 1) (32 page)

North could see that Jason’s Guild training would automatically try to
calm North by Jason’s “seeing” peace in North. North was not having any
of that. He straightened himself up, preparing to leave. “This is a
potentially critical problem, and as Survival Marshal I am responsible for
those things I perceive as vitally important to our survival. Things that
can be seen and heard and felt,
these
are what are essential!” he barked.

North turned to his waiting deputy on the way out, and said quietly,
“The invisible world of Dr. Jason Ata and the rest of the Guild’s old
guard certainly are
not
essential.” He could say this privately to his
deputy, but would not dare to say it aloud in front of them all.

North left in a huff for his quarters. He and his squad would be among
those sleeping normally for the next three years, not like ones in
hyposleep. They would take turns at watch while the rest slept. They
would also be the only ones coming back to earth after their usefulness
was over at the new planet. That usually took a few years. They would go
into hyposleep on the way back to Earth
.

He was relieved to see North leave, and decided to settle in early
himself. Jason felt he handled the Survival Marshal rather well, considering. He had resisted North’s attempt to drag him down to the lower
disharmonic thought realm.

With three long hallways, two stairways, and one elevator, it took
Jason almost ten minutes to get to his sleep unit. It had the same exterior
as the rest of the sleep units in his section — orange plastic composite
with yellow horizontal stripes wrapping around it. He looked at his watch.
I’ve got thirty-five minutes before lights out. I think I’ll listen to some
classical music for a bit.

Jason scrolled through his MU, and decided to start with “Rock n'
Roll Pain Train” by Kid Rock. He thought it queer, the way he often did,
that this harsh music had become so popular in recent years. An elementary soul-explanation would be that it was simple yin-yang balancing taking
place. Life had become so organically ordered and pleasant for most
people that aggressive competitiveness was rare. One could fleetingly see
it in the elderly, or in movies and such. The time-related desire to
compete was smoothly re-directed through schooling into increased
productivity on earth now.

The mix of rage, love, and ego that Kid Rock put forth over one thousand years ago was the diametric opposite of life on earth now. He
chuckled.
Kid Rock would have considered Earth to be hell now.
He
thought about the history of this man.
I know Kid Rock was a persona.
The human behind the persona — that’s the question. He was a musical
genius, which involves a solid connection with higher harmonics. On the
other hand, he carried a great deal of the lower disharmonic realm into
his music and his life. Typically, such an individual’s world would have
become quickly trapped, and sink towards self-destruction, with an
eventual early death.
Jason thought about it some more.

“A well-connected soul,” Jason muttered to himself, “When love and
life bursts through extreme negativity, as opposed to being watered down,
trickling through a stable culture, it is indeed a colorful thing to behold.”
He sighed. He wondered where that soul was now.

How far we have come,
he mused.
Yet we are still learning.
He
thought about that, and spontaneously said aloud, “Still, I think I’ve
learned more about the touching the truth.”

As per Guild dogma, the Guide was in touch with both eternity and
the sub-dimension of time. All members sought the Guide, but few could
hear him clearly or consistently, much less be able to channel him.

Jason had become an exceptional listener, but was spotty on the
channeling.
Letting go is hard to do,
he often thought. He could connect
well, unless he really wanted to hear something intensely. Then the
connection would break. He knew that it was his own subconscious that
broke the connection. The Guide was always ready when Jason was, if he
bothered to think of him. The Guide had told Jason that he had a gift, but
he had yet to appreciate it in this life. The Guide had never said anything
condemning to Jason about himself, or anyone else, for that matter.

Jason knew why the conventionally accepted yin-yang explanation of
Kid Rock’s current popularity among classical music fans was incomplete. He had been beyond yin-yang too many times, to a
state
where
there was
no
yin and
no
yang. Yin-yang was time-based: true enough in
the sub-dimension of time, but there was more going on. Yin-yang was a
good simple explanation for the conflicts and schizoid nature of life in
this dimension, but that was all. It did not provide the ultimate answer. It
was still two hands clapping, not one.

His mind wandered to another class, many years ago, “We now know
with mathematical certainty that the end of time will come. Time is a
temporary phenomenon. The end of time does not mean you run out of
time to do things, and then you are left with time and nothing you can
do,” he remembered telling his class. “It does not mean that. It means that
the entire dimension of time has been erased, along with everything that
happened while our minds were focused and anchored in it. It no longer
exists in any dimension, because there was always only the one dimension
of eternity. All that is left is the truth, and it is very good. It tells of the
dimension of eternity, the home of the Holy Author of our eternal souls,
blesser of minds made holy again by choice. We hear the song of peace,
love, and happiness. We join in intercourse and expansion, and that is the
good news. The closer we come home to truth, the more we love her, and
wings are lent from heaven itself to speed our return, that the prodigal
child and father meet in truth at long last.”

Jason recalled that classroom scene often. He smiled to himself because he remembered every word and still liked the way he had said it.
Whenever Jason recalled that moment, he wondered if he channeled the
last part. Since it was an area of frustration for him, when he would ask
the Guide about it, he would find himself blocking the answer. He had
given up asking.

He shook his head. Three minutes left. Jason removed his earpieces,
got comfortable in his sleep chamber, laid back, eyes open, and waited for
the sleep chamber technician to initiate the hyposleep sequence. A wayoverdue crap would be waiting in three years.
Kid Rock,
he thought. He
chuckled again.

As he felt the cryogenic mix of sedative gases take effect, Jason fell
into a dream. His dream began with his co-travelers in it. It was as if he
was a ghost, floating through recently visited areas in the ship, and then
he found himself floating through the walls of the ship, and out into space
itself. It was so weird because he fell into a state of perpetual déjà vu.

“Why do I remember this? This was so long ago — how do I know?”
He found himself speaking aloud in the darkness of space. The stars were
outstandingly bright, so that it was not so dark as usual.
So strange.

His dreaming led him into a planetary approach to D’ot8. “I can see a
planet. That looks like D’ot8. Is that D’ot8? That’s D’ot8!” Jason said
with surprise. His mind was racing
. What a dream! Is my body here? It is.
Then it’s not a vision, I think. Where am I going?
He flew down into and
through a city.
I’m landing on D’ot8! No, I am still flying. What’s guiding
me? Why do I feel like I’ve been here before? What is that short building,
and why am I going into there? It seems familiar, too. There’s no one
leading me, I think —

Jason found himself floating down through a hospital, and into a
plainly decorated room in which some D’otians were attending a birthing
class. His journey came to rest at the location of a young couple listening
to the teacher of the class. He found himself drawn to the mother’s
abdomen, slightly bulging with the baby it held. He heard himself say, “I
know this. How do I know this?” He looked at the mother’s finely scaled
face. Her green eyes and her perfectly polished scales mesmerized him.
She’s beautiful!
Her face then began to fade, and Jason’s remaining dream
slowly sank, through the twilight zone and then into the unseen realm of
the cold long sleep ahead.