Into the Chrysalis, part 3

By Francisco Colber

I am just beginning to understand the place where my Surrogate lives, or perhaps better expressed, the places where he chooses to exist. He told me once that he, like his brethren, are perfect beings. That where they come from there is neither pain nor sorrow, only light. It is a place where they hold their loved ones in perpetual care and safety. But this consciousness, he said, is not found in one physical realm but exists simultaneously in a multiplicity of places. And therefore he has come to unify the totality of whom we are into his perfect existence – where, according to him, we really exist. He has traveled not only back in time but into the parallel realities that we inhabit, where we all, in our ignorant error embedded ourselves on the rusting hulls of ships — like barnacles – lost within space and time.

Isn’t that the fate of all higher intelligence – to be lost within their own constructs?

But he is like a shepherd whose sheep have wandered off into rocky places, and now he comes to gather us. The very fabric of physics mandated that upon arriving he must become the very man he despised; that out of quantum necessity he needed to rise above his own errors — above the damage he himself created in the parallel universe he chose to embody (where he was our biological father). Into that abyss of countless possibilities he dove headfirst – a love as wide as the universe. He found me first, homeless, and needy for the love he had neglected. I will tell you about my previous childhood on Zzol Utopia, my home world, and how this father of mine helped me understand the meaning of life by the harshness of planet Earth.

Our childhoods are quite ordinary on Zzol, but carefree eons had kept us in a state of emotional blindness. Eventually the time arrived when the Surrogates gave us insight — the ability to understand the uncertainty of the universe, and most importantly, despite its sorrows, its potential for happiness. My time came one day out of the blue. Years before, on an autumn evening, my mother brought me to an initiation ceremony. Several children from our village would leave on their first Quests. I returned home upon attaining a great virtue, empathy, one of the three great truths, whose symbol is the blue stone. The other virtues are Unity and Servitude. Standing next to the temple, by its central window, I remembered seeing myself as a self-absorbed reflection on the glass panes. Now I see beyond myself – I am now wholly Ciia.

To be continued…