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I don't remember cycling home or getting into bed. Today felt like another dream. The last few weeks of my life felt like a dream. Waking up in my bed, sweating profusely, it felt like I'd awoken from a nightmare, but I couldn't remember having one. Touching my iPhone screen, it lit up at 5 pm. I never sleep in the afternoon. I wasn't well. I was in shock.
Going downstairs and heading straight to the fridge, my bike left in a heap on the living room floor, I grabbed a chilled bottle of water and drank it all without even taking a breath. Closing the fridge door slowly and gently as my mind raced, I leaned onto it resting my head on my arm. I just wanted all of this to go away. This couldn’t possibly be happening to me. I ruffled my hair back out of my eyes and walked into the living room, picking my bike up from the floor and standing it against the staircase.
Sitting in my living room oversized leather armchair, I stared into space. I just sat in silence. Eventually, I could feel my eyes and the inside of my nose getting wet. I stared at the photograph on top of my bookcase of my parents taken on their wedding day.
Mum with her soft skin and glowing eyes which matched the whiteness of her dress. My dad with his smart brown suit and white flower buttonhole. Dad was holding Mum's hand with the emphasis on their hands, showing off their wedding rings to the camera. My bottom lip started to quiver as the wetness in my eyes began to pool. One tear ran down the left side of my face. I closed my eyes, and I imagined my mother wiping it away. It made me smile. I know it was just my imagination, but it always felt so real when I imagined her. Whenever I needed her, I would imagine her, and she would appear. She never spoke to me. I didn't need her to, just knowing that I could still feel her love was enough.
“What's happening to me, Mum?” My voice broke and cracked.
I sniffled my running nose and wiped my tears away. I sat eyes red and puffy, my nose snotty and bunged up. I just wanted to cry out so loud. I felt alone. I felt afraid. I was worried that these past events were real, or that I was losing my mind. Both options were not good. For more than half of my life, I have felt alone, but this was new. This was very new to me. I was alone, and I couldn't tell anyone about this, not even Leigh, not Lottie, and certainly not Barkley. For the first time, I had no one to talk things over.
“Mum, I need you!” I sobbed. “I need you.”
I hadn't cried like this in a long time. It was as if all the grief that I had gone through twenty years ago was back. Like it had never gone. It felt as raw now as it did then. I had done so well.
I cradled my head in my hands. I needed a hanky to wipe my eyes and my nose. Lifting my head slowly, I was just about to lean forward to the side table and grab a tissue from the box. And there, floating right in front of my face was a tissue. It had the same golden glow around it that I had come to recognise.
I just stared at in awe. I wasn't shocked, nor was I scared; I was mesmerised. Slowly, I tilted my head to the side, scrutinising this tissue floating right before me.
Shrugging my shoulders as if this was an everyday occurrence, I tentatively reached out with my right arm to take it.
My hand, arm, and entire body glowed too, the same as the tissue. The golden waves were slowly emitting outwards in sync with the tissue. I recognised the feeling of my cells being alive; activated. I took hold of the tissue, and the golden aura surrounding myself and the tissue became one.
I blew my nose using the tissue just in time before a drop of mucus fell.
I looked at my hands with the golden colours swirling out of my skin, and then looked at my arms, and then my chest, and my entire body. I realised I was wearing the colour purple and gold; the glow illuminated my skin. Still, I wasn't scared, frightened, or even freaked out. I was so calm and collected. I felt peaceful. Rising slowly from the oversized armchair, I headed towards my full-length mirror next to the front door. I would often use this mirror to check and make sure my hair and clothes looked decent before leaving the house. It was still daylight outside, yet as I moved around the room the golden glow emanating from my body was casting shadows, like a candle in the night. I looked into the mirror, and I knew what I was going to see. I was right, the reflection in the mirror was exactly the same as in my dream. My hair was golden brown, and longer, and flicked out at the sides. My nose was thinner just like it was in the dream. I was wearing the same dark robe, its purple and gold energy pulsating up and down to a point in the gold woven fabric. My shoes were golden and looked like they were alive, like they were plugged into an electrical socket.
A golden cloak fell from my right shoulder, pinned by a golden badge, the same one that Metatron wore in my dream. Atop my head was a crown with seven jewels of such beauty, each with a life-source inside. Reaching to my ear, both my piercings had gone. I looked at myself in the mirror. I took a step back and started to shake my head in disbelief. The light emanating from my body filled the room with embers of golden light flickering in all directions. I could feel the anxiety inside building up. Still, I was soon relaxed when a familiar voice spoke.
“Relax, Aaron, do not be afraid.” It was Metatron, and his voice filled the room. I could not tell if he was behind me or beside me. His voice was loud and transparent like a surround sound system charging into my head, so endearing and loving. Hearing Metatron prompted me to turn around, but he was not there.
At that moment, my living room began to disappear. I could see the living room begin to change into different colours again, like looking at the bottom of a billion empty bottles. The colours of the round spherical pieces of glass began to change to white. I quickly glanced over at my clock on the fireplace. 5:15 pm. Within seconds, it became pixelated and turned white like the rest of the room. I felt like I had been transported somewhere else. All I could see was white. It reminded me of The Matrix movie when Neo was in the 'white room', a construct written by a computer programmer. Yet, I hadn’t moved. It didn’t feel like I had moved anywhere. It felt like my surroundings had moved, not me. I looked at my hands, arms, body, and feet, I was still wearing the purple robe and golden shoes and cape. I felt my head, and the crown of jewels was still there.
“This is the neutral zone,” Metatron said from a distance behind me. This time I could hear his voice from the direction he was coming. He walked closer to me, and his voice got louder. I turned around, and there he was.
“You now have access to the 'neutral zone' whenever you like. Time is of no time here. This you can call your safe zone, your neutral zone, whatever you want to call it. It is where you can come and take stock and ask questions. The neutral zone does not have all the answers for you, but it will help you to achieve solutions you are seeking. Earth time will stand still when you visit here. Think of it like this. You are a character in a book or a TV show, and you have the power to stop the narrative or pause the tv show. As the reader or character of the book or tv show, you can take time out to understand the plot. Here you can ask for guidance, and then you can decide which way the plot or the story continues.
“So, I can ask questions?”
“Yes, you have so many questions already, many of which I have already told you the answer to. But I will share them again.”
It was as if he could read my mind because I did not ask any questions; he knew what I wanted to know.
“Yes, this is happening to you,” he said. “You are not experiencing a hallucination or a dream. This is happening to you right now. You are on a new spiritual and physical aspect of your current life. The changes are all unusual to you because you are still with blood, or in other words, you have a physical body; flesh and blood.
“Because you still have this physical shape, the changes you are experiencing will feel extraordinary and appear non-human. The closest thing I can relate to is in your popular culture; you have fictional heroes with super human powers. Aaron Abbey, this is you, but it's not imaginary or fictitious. It is real. You are not fiction; you are real. You have new abilities, some of which you have already worked out for yourself, but you are so much more than skills and powers. For the first time in man’s timeline, there is a 'physical body', a physical body that has similar abilities as us higher beings. The aforementioned can only become a benefit for the human race, for the planet earth and the cosmos.”
At this point, I was overwhelmed by what Metatron was saying to me. “I'm just a porter, I'm no one special.” I contemplated how this would affect my life. “Not just my life, but my friends, my work, how can I exist if I am like this? What will happen to me? Aaron, the nice guy with the bobble end nose and short messy hair and both ears pierced. What about my life?”
“This is your life,” Metatron calmly replied. “Your life can be however you choose it. The options are endless, and the decision you make will be the right one. You can live your life fully as your higher self. Or at the other end of the spectrum, you could block out your higher self and never see your higher self, or me, again. And in between those two alternatives are more than a billion variables. You just have to choose which path to take, or maybe the course may choose you. Either way, it will be the right choice.”
“Right ok,” I said, not quite sure what else to say. “Well, for a start...” I looked at my robe and golden light-up shoes, “If this is going to happen, then this robe has got to go.” Instantly, and as quick as I said it, the robe, cloak, and shoes disappeared, and I was naked.
Strangely, I did not feel the need to cover myself. I wasn't embarrassed or ashamed of my naked body. I looked down and took a look at my higher self... naked. Impressed with my examination down below, I looked at Metatron, “I can live with that.”
“Perhaps though,” Metatron replied, “The people in your current timeline will not be so accepting of your current lack of attire.”
“Agreed.”
I looked up as if trying to remember a designed costume from a comic book or movie. Instantly, I was wearing a purple and gold skin-tight suit, covering my face and eyes. It resembled a Spiderman costume. I shook my head, scratching at my eyes, “How on earth does he see out of this thing!”
I put my hand on my chin, poised in thought. Batman came to mind, I used to watch the animated cartoon as a child. In an instant, I was wearing a similar-looking Batman costume, still in the colours of purple and gold. I shook my head as Metatron looked on with no real expression on his face. I thought of the superman mug that Leigh had bought me. The purple and gold batman costume turned into a purple and gold Superman costume.
“I'm no good at this!” I said to Metatron, standing there in the white room dressed in a purple superman costume.
“Close your eyes,” he said, “Let the 'neutral zone' choose for you.”
“Pardon?”
“Close your eyes and relax.”
I sighed a deep breath and reluctantly closed my eyes. A small moment passed.
“Now open them.”
I looked down and I was wearing golden knee-high boots. The boots were like the original shoes, with golden waves starting from the middle and working their way out creating an aura. The purple Superman costume was still present, but it was like a purple wetsuit, and without underwear on the outside.
The 'S' symbol on the chest was gone and in its place were seven coloured stones spaced out in a circle evenly from the centre of my chest. They were the same colours as those on the crown, but now the crown had gone. The cape was no longer hanging from one shoulder. It was now symmetrical, hanging from both shoulders held in place by two gold badges in the shape of Metatron's Cube on each shoulder. The cape was golden with purple lines of thread woven into the golden material, starting across my back and forming at a point at the bottom. The front had the same pattern, but in gold thread. It began from my shoulders and travelled downwards to a point meeting the red jewel at my navel. The golden energy running down the thread was like an electrical current.
“I can make this work,” I said. I spun around as if I was with Leigh in a shop dressing room, pulling back the curtain and showing off a new designer suit.
I looked good, and I felt good. I could see the definition in my body. I didn't feel pretentious, it wasn't as if I wanted to show it off, but I did feel proud.
“This is more me, yeah I like it.”
Metatron just stared at me; his face did not move, the only visible thing that was moving was the energy surrounding him, his aura.
“What?” I said, looking directly at Metatron.
He said nothing, just continued to stare into me, not one facial muscle, if he had any, moved.
“Ok, so you said I have many powers, some of which I have already found out for myself,” I thought for a moment.
“So, there's the little girl with cancer, I healed her, then there's the floating tissue... So I can manipulate objects and control them? Right?”
Metatron nodded.
“Fly, yes, I was in the air at the campsite. I can fly?”
Metatron nodded again.
“Oh my god, I don't have to ride my bike to work ever again!” I smiled to myself.
I continued to think of the other experiences I'd had, “Oh yes, what about my zoom vision... But I felt like I was there, when Leigh saw me, my eyes zoomed in, right? To where she was at work?”
“You were there Aaron,” Metatron said “You were outside the hospital. Your eyes did not zoom in; you can project your physical body anywhere on the earth's plane. If you are happy and feel safe where your physical body is projecting, then the physical body can join you.”
“So I can go anywhere in the world?”
Metatron nodded.
“Anywhere?” I said excitedly.
I had never left England. I was going to enjoy this.
“Anything else?” I said, rubbing my hands together as if I had just won the lottery.
“You can heal, you already know that, but you can also heal yourself. Beware, you are not immune to injury, your body is of flesh and blood. You will still experience pain, but you can heal on a transient level. The extent of the damage will impact the speed of your healing. If you do suffer pain, you will learn to send that negative energy out of your body. The earth will pick this up and digest it.”
“Can I make myself invisible?”
“Not in the way that you think of invisibility. It depends upon your resonance or your frequency. These factors impact whether people can see you or not. You have the potential to be invisible. Still, there will be some element of your presence. If you lower your resonance, it may be possible, but not guaranteed. They may see your aura or the gold light that you emit.”
“Aaron, you are also able to manifest through physical matter.”
“What? I can what?”
“You can change your frequency within this world, meaning you can pass through physical matter. You have a lot of new experiences to come your way. Get to know yourself, Aaron Abbey. The world is waiting for a positive change. Be that change.”
And with that, he was gone, his voice reverberating as if I was in a cave.
'Be that change', I liked that.
The whiteness of the room began to look pixelated, and one by one, it looked like the pixels were turning off, but it was the living room coming back. Within seconds I was back in my living room, and the clock on the fireplace still read 5:15 pm. I had been with Metatron for what felt like ten minutes. He was right, time did not move in the neutral zone.