Time Travel

I’ve been doing a lot of time traveling lately. Dipping into strange pockets of time. The past, the present and various future time pockets.

It was a book I was reading during my recent Science Fiction book kick that got me thinking of time travel (see Ripping Time).

Settle Back for a hot one: it’s spring time. When terrorists gun down Jenna Caddrick’s fiancee, the only daughter of Senator John Caddrick is trapped in a desperate struggle to stay alive. With a pack of killers on her trail, Jenna plunges through Shangri-La Station’s time touring gates – and lands inLondon of 1888, just in time to meet Jack the Ripper. And Skeeter Jackson, newly reformed con artist, finds himself caught up in the biggest mystery of the century. All Skeeter has to do is find the Senator’s missing daughter, track down lanira Cassandra’s kidnappers, stop a cult of killers and survive Ripping Time…”

Well the plot of that book was fascinating but when I starting contemplating time travel I realized I had been doing quite a bit of time travel myself lately.

When you decide to look at the meaning of life and the meaning of your life, it’s just inevitable that you start to travel through time.

The odd moments of your past that bubble up in your head.

Like a hot summer day when I was 4 years old. I was skipping along on the sidewalk a few blocks from home. I remember I was wearing blue shorts (yes BLUE even back then). The air was shimmering the way it does when the day is a scorcher, and the sky was filled with the sound of cicadas, which accentuated the heat. I was blowing big pink bubbles with my bazooka bubble gum when a boy crossed my path. He had a short towheaded mop, had a stocky build, a year or two older than me and he grinned a big grin at me as he passed.

I wondered why he smiled at me in that moment. At my tangle-haired, dirty blonde-haired self (that caused my mother to curse when she tried to brush my long hair out). I then had that realization in my head of BOY, first time I was conscious of being aware of a boy, as a member of the opposite sex.

Flash back to other places in time and space. My dreams, filled with strange landscapes of time I have never lived, and lands I have never seen, with people I have never met.

And then flash forward to all the future timescapes I have been visiting lately. Many microcosmic iterations of my future possible and potential selves, dozens of Anima Blues who may yet be and become. My analytical self imagines these selves with the logical paths of the classic IF….THEN…AND…permutations. IF I take Path X, THEN I will do this AND become that, and so on. An infinite combination of Anima Blues that spread out to infinity.

That’s what I see in my tomorrows. And I’ve been giving much thought to these possible tomorrows as my life is hitting a major shift right now as I decide where I want to go.

My future is fluid right now. And so are all those potential Anima Blues.

Who will I be and become tomorrow?

Stay tuned for the next chapter in my time travels and find out!

Anima Blue 🙂

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Video Montage: The Flow
Following the flow of the universe, with a photo montage I created. The song is "Twisted Hair" by Robbie Robertson & The Red Road Ensemble, featuring the sublime operatic voice of Sioux singer Bonnie Jo Hunt, who sings over the sound of crickets.
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