Gosh, it’s all so exciting, having trans-dimensional privileges and a travel pass all at once like this. So I got on board the transdimensional airliner Flight L315a, bound for Solaria, and we got to a gigantic island out in the middle, and it was too dark to take anything but a selfie, so okay, here it is anyway.
We landed at a rustic airfield out in The Middle of Nowhere. I asked where we were, and that’s what I was told. There was a little village of low mud-brick buildings and a roughly paved street.
The jungle was everywhere around us, and the houses were all dark except for one, which was the airline company office with its baggage weigh-in and ticket counter and “Bobcat” front-end freight loaders and giant particle beam accelerators and death rays everywhere. I’m joking about the Bobcat freight loaders.
There was a beautiful ten-seater Black Falcon parked on the runway at the Middle of Nowhere Airfield, and we were invited aboard and asked to fasten our seatbelts and extinguish all smoking material.
The takeoff was pleasant, not too rapid a rise through the heavy murky atmosphere of Nowhere, to a cruising altitude of, I am told, about Samadhi, explains why the cabin was pressurized for our comfort and safety.
You don’t want to explode unexpectedly.
Actually, even if you expect it and have adequate warning of the impending self-explosion, it’s tough to try to WANT something like that to happen unless you’re an unemployed stick of dynamite or a hydrogen atom waiting for an oxygenating partner.
We landed at the InterDimensional Airport and went over to Grampa Henry’s Diner, a favorite of all Bardo voyagers and interdimensional travelers, the food and great music from a vintage ’40s juke box is unsurpassed on the Dark Side, and for a Twilight Zone eatery, it rates five stars.
Speaking of 5-Star Diners, I should mention that he has a dinner house open as well, although so far, nobody has found it.
You can sometimes sit there for an indeterminate period, waiting for the flight to be announced and for the flight number and departure time to show up on the diner’s flight board.
If you’ve ever gotten “Off the Wheel” into Buddha’s Pure Land or Samadhi or the Clear Light and stayed there for a while, you’ll note that there is no time where there is no space — they’re bound together and are inseparable twins stemming from the same core.
In short, there’s no way to tell how long you were off the wheel, but rest assured that you have gotten off the wheel many times, and experienced the joy of an ocean of uncertainty on a sea of indeterminacy, if you get my drift.
Is the coffee really, really hot in Henry’s Diner? I’ll tell you what; I found out the hard way, by spilling just ONE scalding hot drop on my dress, and I let out a yelp that could be heard a block away and wake up the dead, which isn’t all that hard to do, over by Grampa’s Diner.
After my little incident with the scalding hot coffee, I decided I might have better luck over at the counter, so I switched seats, only to have a second swipe land some more coffee, along with a couple of chunks of bear-claw onto my freshly dry-cleaned black dress.
My first thought was to find a tailor shop or a boutique where I could steam the stains out, but it was too late — we had to start right away, because the Soul Group for Flight L315a had arrived and were waiting at the depot, wherever that was.
The Depot turned out to be a beautifully laid-out and fabulously landscaped Zen Garden, where I took the opportunity to do a Selfie in front of this incredible pond with a beautiful Oriental style bridge that you can almost see behind me to the right.
There were so many beautiful vistas in the Zen Garden, I was tempted to take more selfies.
Right at the end of a long, long wooden pier, there was a Zen Meditation thing, where you could sit and meditate, if you had the time, but we didn’t. Our expedition was leaving in just a few moments.
I did look around a little, though.
There were some other things there, like this giant dojo that had an incredible sand pattern in its garden.
I was able to change the pattern with the rake that was stashed nearby. You could probably do that, too, but there might not be time. I was barely in time to start the expedition with the others.
Naturally, I stopped in at KGOD Radio to do my morning broadcast, and the cast and crew sat by while we logged on and did our on-air time, then we left for the jump-off point where the expedition would embark.
I went into the transmitter room to log in and enter the transition codes, which it’s my job to do on these little timespace-crossing hyper-jaunts.
During the Pre-Flight Checkpoints, I make sure to log in with my Space-Benders, the chief of which is a Crested Gecko name of Hen3ry — the “3” is silent.
I performed one more input setting on the transspace shuttle and diagrammed in our destination, which was, of course, encrypted so that not even I could determine our goal.
I left the station and proceeded to the nearby interdimensional jumpoff point, where our Soul Group was waiting for a Waveform Impulse Generator to be replaced on the left drive capacitor inductor, not uncommon with the Z-111 HyperDrive, not my favorite XD vehicle, but it’s a workhorse so, like the inferior but cheaper and more accommodating MP3 Audio System, it’s not the best, but it’s the dependable and popular industry standard.
To my surprise, we landed at Red House, where I was able to contact the Akashic Records and discovered we had a goal and a purpose for the expedition, which was soon to be revealed.
We went up to the meeting room at the top of the building, then down the back stairs toward the Secret Chamber.
The Visitor’s Map & Guidebook show exactly where the Secret Chamber is located, but it’s easy to find without the map, because the passage is clearly marked all along the way, to prevent visitors and group tours from getting lost.
Gosh, you wouldn’t believe what happened when we left the jumpoff point and landed at the expedition starting point, which was here, in front of this beautiful marble building within which was the most amazing thing any of us had ever seen, but I see I’ve run out of time and room for this first installment, so I’ll see you in the next chapter.
See You At The Top!!!
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