At age one, awareness. Speech shortly thereafter. At age three they called it kindergarten. At age four Grade One. At age five I was shown the door.

I looked out at the white Sun, bright that you couldn’t see its disk. The air was still yet moved around. I surveyed the landscape, knowing I had 36 hours before I had to leave, or 3.6 hours minimum. If I was not gone by 36, I was liquidated.

My program, my map of the stars, the galaxies, the Universe known so far, and the decision I had to make of where to take myself. Where I was ambience, ambulance, ambase. Movement to a destination.

I had no memory before age one. No one was exactly the same age: no one could be by the laws we governed ourselves. One moment I wasn’t there; the next I was. I must have been born. I learned that in kindergarten. And the ten months or so gestation. And the milking and bonding.

We all of us the stars and the planets and whatever there was.

I had 36 hours to adjust my genes to a destination of my choosing. And i would go. I would be there – in another time and another place.

I arrived on a planet. The air was heavy and hard to breathe. The Sun was red and full and low in the sky. It looked like soon it would be night. At home the white Sun was always in the same place like our home always faced it. Be it a planet or an artificial environment, it was where we came from. It was home. It did not have a name. The White Sun.

In my new home there were trees and birds chirping while at home there was a barren landscape when after I was shown the door. Before that I had not seen the White Sun or been outside. It did not seem like outside after I had been ‘outside’ after a while.

There were what looked like streets in a grid with low buildings. They stretched on forever but not really forever. In the distance in all directions I saw towers and white trees. In the distance. It was not a matter of traveling in my home. I had 36 hours to get out.

The red Sun and a valley. It was like a jungle you might find close to a savannah. I went to the stream and had a drink of water cupping my hands. People appeared but they appeared not to see me. That was convenient.

I watched them as one sharpened a stick. Another was chipping a stone to an edge. At 5 I was still learning. You can give a person a complete education by age 5 but they still have to learn context and practise the arts.

I sharpened a stick as I saw the man do. I followed them surreptitiously forgetting they could not see detect me. A rabbit appeared with long ears. it loped away while the men looked at it then away.

At the stream the man with the stick waded in. A couple of minutes later he down with the pointy end of the stick and up with a strange fish. They do not look the same on all the worlds just as all the worlds are not the same. My home was like a big building compared to the nature in this one. I climbed a tree to look around. I was tired and slept.

I awoke it was dark. I sat in the crook of a branch. There were stars in the black sky. 30 minutes later the horizon began to grow light. It was dawn. I still had to eat. That need was still there. I was not a god.

There were berries in my tree. They looked OK so I ate a few. Best not too many at first until I knew what I could and could not eat in volume. My education and my training had taught me to detect some characteristics but not all. For it was a new world to my people. One day I would go home. I would have a long life. I would live forever it might seem and maybe never see my own people until I returned home with news of my travels and what I learned there.

I understood that when I returned home the first time, it would be like astral planing and no one could see me. That would be the lifetime of my first life.

We still call ourselves people in our language which yet grows. We call ourselves human beings. We change our own genes ourselves and travel then physically through space and time. To another world. Another dimension. Another Universe. Just what the heck is there? We learn and bring our learning home.

And share the learning with each other and species we meet and can communicate consciously with.

The Universes are barren. The Universes are light. The Universes are foreign. They are delight.

 

©George Chris Michas