It was 150 years later on this planet.
Roughly the year 2173 in terms of time.
She had managed to gently cross the borders of mortality and learnt the art of mastering the molecules of her body. She knew the art of cellular rejuvenation and the secrets of the fountain of youth.
An arduous journey on this planet with chaos, confusion, deaths, violence .. she had seen all of it in these 300 years of the transition of this planet. The challenge lay in rising in consciousness, turning soft, keeping an open heart and being love... and watching the cruel world turn more cruel until it destroyed itself.
Finally the new age does dawn..
Along with many others she enters the gates of the dawn of golden age where love, peace, harmony , creativity are the language of the beings. A tired traveller that she is.. she takes up the post of a teacher at a school . Her subject is “history of transition” ( of this planet). Of course she could hear the kids think “ yawwwn, what a boring subject. Who wants to know what happened hundreds of years ago”😜🤣. Inwardly she grits her teeth and thinks “ blady brats. You are enjoying this beautiful planet which has entered a golden era because your ancestors slogged it out in the transition period. They broke grids, they broke conventions.. they found new routes. They suffered in the third dimensional reality to usher this golden period”.
But she was deft with the art of telling stories and making history interesting.
She begins “ It was not like how it is now. Plants and animals were treated brutally because the human consciousness was low”.
Her students are all wide eyed and horrified at this revelation because all they knew and understood was love for nature and animals.
One student asks “ could you transport us back in time and show the clipping “?!!
She shudders and says “ NO. Let’s not time travel. Theory is enough for now”.
She goes on to explain how the humans had closed their heart regions and slowly it took years for them to open up and become more advanced , conscious beings.
Another student asks “ were you there when all this happened? Did you live in those times ?”
There is a brief silence and then she answers uncomfortably in one word “ Yes”. The class looks at her like she is an antique and say “ ohh my “ !
They ask for more stories.
And she says “ enough for today “.
And begins walking out of the classroom still struggling with the violent memories of the planet’s past, a lover whom she lost to death, a love story that couldn’t anchor itself on the third dimensional reality... the cruelty on the planet. Her love for nature.. All of these flood back and she realises she is yet to heal those last traces of agony.
As she walks out of the grand learning centre., the sun shines brilliantly kissing her face.
He stood there waiting for her in the gardens. And asks her telepathically “ so how was school today ?!” And she smiles answering “ good. These kids need to value the journey of their ancestors “ . He laughs and says “ they are kids. Let them be “ !
He senses her and asks “ Are you still thinking of how I brutally abandoned you 160 years ago and died ?” .
She says “ yes. It wasn’t easy”.
He says “ but the love never died. We are here now”
P. S. There is a thin line between real life and fiction. We do not know where one ends and the other begins.
