About Time Travel: Meet Me on a Starship!
What Do We Know?
“Meet me on a starship!” my friend told me five years ago when he decided to die. He said he’d had enough; eighty-six was plenty of time spent in this world and needed some rest from it. A week later, he was gone, just like that.
It was not the first time I saw someone setting their mind on departing and succeeding; I had seen it before in old age. All seems good, and suddenly people decide enough is enough. In a few days, their bodies shut down quietly, and they pass peacefully. I was amazed at first. I thought humans had no control over it.
I never expected this from my friend, though. An octogenarian with a clear, brilliant mind. A man who changed his life after an out-of-body experience at a crossroads in his forties. A professor of English, history, maths and religion, a computer geek and a keen piano player.
He was capable of speaking about everything because he had a solid base and in-depth knowledge about the whole lot. And a curiosity about everything that always incited and made me wish to be just like him in my eighties.
I was half his age, but that was never a barrier on either side. The ease with which we started a conversation with “lovely weather yesterday; I took a long walk” and delved into metaphysics made me addicted to meeting him.
We talked heaps about what we transform into when we leave our current shape. What was before Jericho, even farther, before the last ice age? In which society has religion first become monotheistic? The meaning of the number three beyond mathematics. What entities govern the known universe. What about the other universes?
Music being mathematical precision, parallel dimensions, how bending light waves relate to time travel and so on were recurrent topics in our conversation.
For a few years, we met quite often and always had mind-boggling dialogue. About converging spaces, parallel universes or how many universes are there; about visiting a place for the first time and knowing it well. You don’t need a map to explore it and look for specific corners, knowing that something significant happened there, only not in the current existence, since you never set foot there.
Our favourite discussion topic, close to both our hearts, was always history. We spoke at length about how it is never what they teach us in school and how it is often biased. About how wrong we are to fool ourselves that we are the most evolved society that ever existed just because we made it to the present day and have a PC on our desk!
About how so few people understand Maria Gimbutas‘ Kurgan theory that places the cradle of the current civilisation precisely on my homeland – coincidence About how only a few think farther back than a couple of thousand before our era, about the Pelasgians and Boreans. About giants. Because they are phantasmagorical characters in children’s books, right? Of course, the three-metre long skeletons discovered last century in a cave in Romania are a figment of the archaeologists’ imagination. So are the giant tombs in Sardinia!
One of us will throw a random thought and then delve into details as if the world depended on it. We would debate, for instance, that not many left detailed records of how they lost a battle, a throne or how a war or another had crushed their entire society, but all the victors embellished their wins perhaps more than needed.
Then we would appreciate all the information carved in stone for thousands of years. At least it survived until today And will still be there unless a cataclysm hits the entire planet.
Our civilisation has a great chance to disappear from the face of the earth without a trace. It suffices a collision with a big enough asteroid, and poof! Adios Google&co.
It takes a gap, a discontinuity, and all the information will be lost. Like a cassette in the ’80s: you need a cassette player to listen to it. It is a good thing that you found a dusty cassette in the attic, but who produces cassette players today? How are you going to listen to what is on it?
We don’t carve our daily lives in stone; we’ve stopped doing this for a few millennia. Not that a serious blast won’t wipe away our ancient rocks, too. For the argument’s sake, though, let’s assume history will still follow its course post any calamity (there is a great chance one will happen; as a species, we are prone to auto-destruction.)
How will others, in the distant future, be able to understand anything at all about a thriving society that was self-destroyed with no technical support to read anything. They will stare at the funny-looking tiny chips found next to skeletons (assuming they won’t melt!) that would be so ancient and meaningless!
If we meet with a catastrophic end, we will be the dinosaurs of our future species. They will only presume this and that about us and our fleeting existence on this planet. We will be their Palaeolithic!
Naturally, the next topic would be Mars and how quite possibly our planet could share a common fate. Then the Indigo Children would commonly pop up in our discussion. I will not give details here; the point is to make you curious enough to research yourself if you don’t know yet.
Deeply metaphysical conversations were always our favourite. Where have we been before, in what form? Where was our starting point, and is there a finality to it all? Where do we go when we transcend from our current existence?
We would talk extensively about how we almost lost our spirituality as a species and became highly materialised.
We often spoke about the great minds that lived before their time. About how we should eternally thank Nikola Tesla for the luxury of plugging appliances in our homes today. How many remember that the man always said the electricity should be wireless and free for everybody?
We talked about the outstanding thinkers, the brilliant philosophers such as Helena Blavatsky, whose open mind delved well beyond physical entities. Isis Unveiled, my favourite book of hers, should be on the mandatory reading list in high school. The teacher in him said it would be way above average and won’t make sense to many. I still have hope for our species!
We agreed that religion, history and philosophy are intertwined, and one cannot speak of Jesus without thinking of Mithras, Zalmoxis or Apollo.
And all the books we reviewed, oh, my! There was not a single one I mentioned that he hadn’t read!
He had this gift (because he had been a teacher most of his life) to ask open-ended questions that would allow in-depth analysis, corroboration of facts and sources, and endless hours of dialogue.
He told me I was an old mind in a young body, and at his age, I’d be twice as wise as he was.
I was always sceptical about it. But I sure wish I’d be at least half as smart as him at any point in my existence!
He always said that we had undoubtedly met in another life, and I was always sure we had. We could not explain it, but we needed not to explain the obvious to us; it was just there.
He asked me where I would want to go if I could time-travel, and I replied that I would press the Prehistoric Dacia button without a second thought. Then I would like to see more of the 200,000 years of human traces on this planet of which we have no clue. And that I would not care at all about travelling to the future.
Maybe I had been there already since time is not linear anyway. And if I had, I have a nagging feeling that I was not impressed. Unfortunately, today is not a good indicator that the future will be too bright.
He laughed and said he was confident he would meet me again. Funnily enough, I had the same feeling. Not sure if somewhere in the past or the future, not that it would make any difference. We will not have a recollection of this moment, of now. But we will absolutely have again this strange feeling that we had met before.
He had a difficult time when he lost his lovely wife to dementia. I knew that he needed something to help him cope with such a tremendous blow. I had reservations; I did not want to bug him when he was hurting. But I could see that he was looking for some little purpose, for something to occupy his overactive mind.
I asked if he would proofread something I wrote. It was a historical fiction novel I published in the end.
Later, my friend admitted he was suicidal, and my manuscript gave him a lifeline. I was shocked by both facts. I made him swear that if he ever had suicidal thoughts again, he would speak with me or anybody else about it. I almost scolded him that he was about to disturb the cosmic order so severely with such an extreme gesture and pleaded with him to share any “funny” ideas he might have in the future.
And he did. One late morning, out of the blue, he said that he had had enough, and it was time for him to go. His brilliant mind resided in an old and weary body; he saw no purpose in carrying on.
So, he held my hand, reminded me to look for him, maybe on a starship, and said goodbye. It was the last time I had a conversation with him – the most painful of my life. He was saying goodbye, and there was no way I could change his mind, for as hard as I tried.
I was choking with tears, my vision was blurred, but I saw him smiling. He had a peace etched on his face that I have not seen on anybody, ever.
I told him I had this feeling hard to explain that the next time we will meet, he would be younger and wiser, and I’ll be older and bonkers.
Transcendence and its profound meaning did not make it easier for me to tolerate his absence, but I hope it made his journey intriguing. His genial mind and beautiful soul absolutely deserved it!
Until we meet again and possibly exchange thoughts about whatever experience we might have passed, I can only imagine that he met his lovely wife once more, that his soul found some peace or a nice place to land next time and wait for our ways to cross again.
There is no doubt we will have this incredibly hard to explain feeling that we know each other. Twin souls are predestined to meet over and over again, be it in whatever temporary shape, in whatever universe or maybe on a starship!
Head image: Enrique Lopex Garre, Pixabay
Oh my I am so sorry for your loss. This is such a beautiful tribute to your friend. And I’ve seen us to before and I know what you’re talking about. We just never know how much time we have. I do believe we have multiple lives though, perhaps that’s just something to keep us comfortable because of the unknown but I do believe infinitely in that.
It has to be like this, not just us clinging to some hope.
I have just read a book today. The 5 am Club. It resonants with your blog. ‘Do not live as if you have ten thousand years left. Your fate hangs over you. While you are still living, while you still exist on the Earth, strive to become a genuinely great person.’
What a truly beautiful story, my Nonno always said we follow a path to the end… this means meeting the same people over and over again until we achieve our purpose in the universe… this story gives me shivers (good kind)… isn’t it funny how many wish to go forward but for me going back would be more amazing than anything… you will meet again as your time from this story at least seems you are both not finished with this universe.
I know we tend to find each other in different existences from others who remember. My energy and opening to the universe are not this heightened, but at least I feel that I did meet someone another time. We keep coming back to learn. I hope we do!
What an amazing story! He sounds like a beautiful individual. Thank you for sharing your friendship!
What a beautiful story. I, too, would love to travel to the past. I have so many questions to ask!
Thank you for sharing this touching story. The mind is such a powerful thing, influencing so much that you don’t even think is possible. You will meet again.
Thank you for the lovely words:)
This was such a beautiful post, the feelings of loss and joy are unique friendships will always be intertwined when you make that connection. And etched indelibly in your life.
It is so true. It’s been nearly five years now, and our conversations are still so vivid in my mind; it’s unbelievable!
Such a beautiful tribute to a friend. It is so special to have someone you can have someone you can share deep meaningful conversations with!
such a beautiful way to recognize and honor your friend, his life is inspiring to be sure and honest that he is ready to go and have accomplished his mission on earth. You are a great friend.
What a great gift your friend gave you. If we really listen to our mind and soul, that will give us so much information. As I am reading this I am listening about April’s energy and what’s coming.
What a beautiful tribute to your friend. It made me recollect on my life and the people who have touched me along the way who are no longer around. It’s amazing when you have a great connection with someone, and you can talk for hours! I’m sure he was an amazing man!
He was amazing; even my partner, who knew him, said he was my soul mate. I am happy to see that many others have or had somebody like him in their lives.
I so love this post! First of all I’m also very much tuned to metaphysical questions, especially since I don’t follow a religious view on the afterlife but am still spiritual in my own way and believe strongly in some kind of hereafter. The more we learn about the workings of this amazing universe we have the more I’m convinced that there must be some kind of transfer of the energy and in particular the wisdom we accumulate in our life on this earth. Secondly, I love the story about your strong connection to your older friend. It’s so difficult to find a good conversationalist these days imho, I try to hold on to everyone who’s willing to talk, ask questions and listen. May he Rest In Peace.
You and I seem to be very much alike!:)
What a touching story. It’s so sad that he decided to leave, but I guess that’s the strong impact of losing a loved one. It’s great that you had so much time together and that your writing gave him a second wind. It sounds like you both have a plan to see each other one more as well.
Also I agree, going back in time would be amazing. Though going into the future would let me win the lottery…. decisions decisions…
Ah, the lottery. I forgot about it:)))
Science has presented the theory that there are parallel universes, wormholes, and other civilizations out of this world besides those of us that exit in this world. The thousands of abductions all over the world is evidence of that whether our government admits it or not. Other governments have admitted so many things that we used to call sci-fi as reality.
Agreed! I have a habit of not believing all the bs the governments want us to “know”.
Hi. This is a very touching story. It reminded me of many dreams I have had of travelling through time. I think the most stunning and visual was gazing at a valley in the present day and then it was as if the focus of my vision could just shift back in time. First to seeing cars and houses typical of the 1940s or 50s, then to earlier times of the horse and carriage. Then much earlier times that would be called prehistoric today and there appeared standing stones with very intricate carvings and markings. Down through the years, there are people in our lives, encounters acquaintances and dear friends and we know the connection extends over many lifetimes. You are fortunate enough to have enjoyed such close and rewarding interactions with your close friend. I hope your next encounters are just as enjoyable.
Andy, I thank you for sharing your extraordinary experience! What happened to you is astonishing! We might not know how to interpret it, but we know it exists, and it is possible. All the best to you, too, wherever your travels might take you!:)
What a special connection you shared. I’m sure you will meet again, just as you described. You will be his older friend and he the old soul in a young body.
I seriously had this feeling when I told him! I hope your words will prove right at some point, in some existence or alternate Universe!:)
This is so touching, you write beautifully.
I’m incredibly sorry for your loss. He sounded like he was a brilliant man with so much to give, I’m so glad you had such an amazing relationship with such a remarkable man. Recently I started to talk with my old history teacher again, he has been eager to teach me the stuff I apparently did not listen to in history class. I enjoy our conversations tremendously and feel like my mind has been expanding. I appreciate this post so much and will not take this for granted. Thank you for being so real and in touch with your feelings. Beautiful tribute and a very important reminder.
Jen, I know exactly what you mean, and I am so glad you have someone like my friend in your life. Knowledge and friendship are priceless, hold on to them!
What a beautiful story, what a tribute… Thank you for sharing!
Gosh girl. You have me tearing up this morning. A beautiful sentiment for your friend. And what a tribute you have written for your friend.
He truly was my soulmate. Deep down, I know that this connection will not end in this existence or this dimension. It must transcend all we know, for sure!
Thank for sharing this sad but beautiful story! I’m really touched
he had live a great life and this post for sure reached your friend. you both have a special connection and lucky to have each other’s back. great story of him and he sure is proud of you.
What a touching and thoughtful tribute to a great friend. I hope this post remains a lasting tribute to his memory.
That was a really beautiful post if a little sad. Thank you for sharing and we are glad you have the good memories.
Wow this touched me so deeply. Such deep love resonating as I read each word.
Your friends inspiring.
Hearing this makes me think of how I’ve always told my kids I’d die when I’m old and ready. And it will be under my watch.
Though it’s to bring comfort to their worries. This is how I imagine it.
Thank you so much for sharing such a great story.
Beautiful tribute to your dear friend passed. Having someone you can talk to so openly about ideas and theories and mysteries of life is a gift. I’m sorry for your loss in this world and hope you meet in another 🌸
What a beautiful and meaningful post about your dear friend. Having someone that you can share deep conversations and thoughts with is something to cherish. I’m sure you will see him again someday!
A really well- written story of a relationship that is heartfelt. Thank you for sharing.
It is a blessing, finding someone who could dive on deeper thoughts with you. It’s a sad fact of him leaving but it seems that he already lived his life well and his letting go is something which freed him from all the earthly things which don’t matter to him any longer. I hope you are doing well though❤️ At the end of the day, all that remains are nothing but memories. Atleast you two have good ones 🙂
Oh what a fascinating story. A little sad too, but at list your friend’s wish came true. I believe in the power of our minds, we can control more things than just each day tasks.