You could think of us as a kind of intergalactic secret agent. My colleagues on assignments in other worlds can also materialize at will and be in multiple places at the same time. Let me begin to reveal how.
On one of my earlier assignments, I helped one of your famous poets with his works. He then wrote, “you are not a drop in the ocean; you are the entire ocean in a drop.”
You exist in this ocean of energy, made up of the same energy as you are. Through observation and research, it is proven that everything in the universe is a vibrating frequency of energy, which then combines with the energy of similar frequencies to create the physical world or your perceived reality. Atoms are in a constant state of motion, and depending on the speed of these atoms, things appear as solid, liquid, or gas. Therefore, everything around you is not solid things, but forms made up of pure, vibrating energy—all connected.
A state of absolute terror engulfed Diana. She jerked her head from side to side, trying to comprehend where she was and what was happening. The noise was deafening, a tornadolike roar of turbine engines and whirling rotor blades. She comprehended enough to realize she was in the back of a helicopter as it spun around, out of control, mere feet above the ground, seconds from crashing. Centrifugal force pinned her to the corner, and she struggled to climb into a nearby seat and buckle in. That was the only action that could save her from certain death during the impact.
A bright light appeared on the right and it seemed to pulsate, holding steadily close to the spinning helicopter. The door beside her slid open, and for a miraculous instant, the helicopter stopped spinning. Hearing a voice shout, “Go! Go!” she lunged out the door.
The momentum flipped her through the air and she slammed on the ground, landing on her back. The blow knocked the breath out of her and as she gasped for air, her heartbeat slowed from a breakneck tempo to a sluggish thump-thump. But it wasn’t her heart rate that had reduced speed, but time itself.
She gazed at the belly of the helicopter as it hovered above her, backlit by a bright light. The helicopter’s rotors pinwheeled in slow motion, the individual blades slicing in front of the light to produce a staccato strobe effect.
A figure leaned over her, the silhouette of a man haloed by the flickering light.
The scene was beyond surreal. First, she was in the out-of-control helicopter. Then she hurled herself to safety. Now the helicopter seemed frozen above her as time decelerated to the speed of dripping molasses. And there was that pulsating light, then the appearance of this stranger.
A man’s voice wafted through her mind, and she knew the voice belonged to the stranger.
“Wake up! It’s not as it seems.”
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