There are parallel timelines that exist alongside the current one you are on. What separates these timelines is a different frequency. The gap in frequency is like a small death as you let go of the old frequency, the old timeline, and tune in to find the new one.
When Diana opened her eyes, Gabe and Brock were staring at her. Looking around, she saw she was back in her condo.
“What was that?” Gabe asked. “Although your body was here, it was as if your spirit had been pulled away.”
Diana stretched her arms and examined her hands and fingers. She felt incredibly refreshed, almost cleansed.
“I was there,” she answered, finally.
“With them. They told me about STAR.”
“Star?” Brock asked, owl eyed.
“Secret Transmissions Allied Response?” said Gabe.
“They said they had special messages for us called Sacred Truths Altering Reality.”
“Sacred truths?” Gabe repeated. “Like the ultimate truth? That everything is energy, frequency, vibration.”
Diana contemplated what he had just said. “Yes, something like that. Truths that I must share with the world.”
Gabe’s expression lit up with comprehension. “Not just ‘a truth’ but the Truth.”
Brock shifted his gaze back and forth between Gabe and Diana. “I’m not following.”
Gabe pivoted toward the other bedroom. “Let me show you.”
Diana and Brock followed him back to his room. “The Truth! The Truth!” He tapped the assortment of note cards pinned to the wall. “Truth passes through three stages. The first is ridicule and the public laughs at how impossible it sounds. Second, they violently oppose it as they perceive it as a threat to everything they believe. But finally, it comes to the third, that it becomes self-evident. It goes from having a few early supporters to entering the mainstream. Many people support the fact and come to accept it as a given.” He stabbed a finger at the final note card and looked over his shoulder at Diana. “I think it’s about to happen to you.”
“Yes, of course, now I see it.”
“Not see but sense.” He abruptly faced her. “It was when you were in your trance. I sensed a change in your frequency.”
“What are you talking about?” Brock asked.
“My apophenia has many facets,” Gabe explained. He extended his arms and hands toward Diana and fanned his fingers like an antenna. “I could feel the subtle changes in your aura.”
Brock knit his brow.
Gabe tipped his head toward the wall of notes. “Every living organism exhibits an electronic field.”
Brock nodded. “I’m with you there.”
“That field pulses on a frequency. Frequency is the speed at which certain energy and sounds vibrate, measured in hertz. Everything around us, including plants, minerals, animals, and every one of us, vibrates at a particular frequency or rate of vibration. The Earth, for example, vibrated at around 8 hertz, but in the last few years, this has gone higher. Music, sound, and electricity are also measured in hertz. This energy vibrates at a particular rate—either higher and more refined, or lower and denser, or solid. These vibrational frequencies change according to our conscious awareness of them, and our physical, mental, and emotional states of being are also changed vibrationally, depending on the vibrations of other people and surroundings. We can modulate our frequencies—”
“How?” Brock interrupted.
“Focusing into the center of our head and at the same time being unlimited and aware of all around us,” Gabe replied, sounding pleased. “Modulating our auras, our electromagnetic energy allows us opportunities for opening our minds beyond this reality.”
“When you say modulate,” Diana asked, “you mean by the way we think?”
“Yes,” Gabe replied. “Thoughts cause our auras to vibrate on a particular frequency. Even particular emotions have particular frequencies. For example, fearful or angry thoughts vibrate lower than those of love and joy.”
He walked to another wall and pointed to a sketch of an atom. “Scientists have found that an observer’s thoughts can even change the way subatomic particles behave. They have proven that your thoughts influence and create the physical world around you. Our thoughts create our reality. It’s part of quantum physics. At this subatomic level, everything comprises energy, and that which appears solid to our physical senses is merely energy. The floor beneath your feet is not solid, though your thoughts tell you it is.”
“What does this mean?” Diana asked.
“When you were in your trance, in your altered state, your aura held at a steady frequency. That’s what made you receptive to the messages.”
“I need to tie everything together,” she said. “They told me to go to the tunnel. I think it’s the same place you showed us on the map. The place where I found my father murdered and likely the entry to the portal that Herald took me through.”
Gabe stared at his notes and the drawings spread across the walls, and pointed to the drawing Leon had given her. “Yes, I believe amongst the great redwoods is where you will find your portal.”
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