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be something outside that boundary and if was limited, what was it that limited it? From a young age I concluded that the universe might be confined by a boundary in time where time as we experience it simply stops ticking. A place where there cannot be a before and after or a “here” or “there.” When people talk of doing things in “no time”, my theory of a simultaneous universe or timeless zone soon comes to mind. This could just have been the way my young mind rationalised the common and frustrating puzzle of space and time. As I mentioned earlier, perhaps our minds were not designed to solve these problems. It was a theory that really meant something to me, a subject I could have talked about for hours. I remember comedy sketches from television shows such as Benny Hill where he would use a video’s remote control to still pause time and events around him. I often mused at how effective this would be in travelling trillions of miles in “no time’. Going through a zone devoid of time or distance. This all sounds similar to the idea that modern scientists have of “tachyons” and “bending space/time.” It also smacks of the Oz Factor and would allow a perfect environment for the aliens themselves to operate without so much as a hint of disturbance. It also reminds me of my absolute confusion about missing time and its sequence of events. God only knows how many of these bizarre events have taken place in my life during this altered state where I explore the Otherness. I had the most profound snippets of memory that conveyed nothing to me but confusion. All I really knew deep down was the notion of “being prepared.” Sometimes I felt like the wholesome calf being nurtured as a delicacy for the future or whatever the harvest was. The truth was deliberately spared from me, and in hindsight, the Programmers must have shown an element of kindness in doing that. Even if the grand master plan was benevolent, I’m not sure how my young and obsessive mind would have coped with the information. Perhaps I would have been a nervous wreck today. Being prepared meant a meticulous process and unfortunately this did very little for my material needs and future. Sometimes when I look back, I must have drifted through those years as a zombie because I cannot seem to account for the way time flew. The process didn’t leave room for any other essential developments and this left me quite maladjusted. The important years of preparation for a decent future were being neglected and for some reason I didn’t seem to care. Some other project was subconsciously taking place all the time and my studies were just a type of supplement to top up this secret project. I realised that a crucial time was 22