After developing my abilities, life quieted down again at least when it came to my encounters. But my personal life was still anything but. My family announced that we were moving to Florida in a bittersweet moment. Leaving behind childhood friends was difficult, yet it felt like an escape, a chance for something new. Tampa, with its warm and humid air, was a complete culture shock compared to the city life I had known. For a while, I thought the move had severed my connection with the strange and extraordinary. My simple human mind assumed that maybe these entities and spirits had lost track of me.
I was wrong.
One particularly quiet night, I sat on my porch, gazing at the stars. The air was thick with humidity, and the neighborhood felt unusually still. I took in the energy of my new surroundings, reflecting on how different life had become. That stillness didn’t last long, as contact resumed but not with the beings I had encountered before. This time, it was someone or something entirely new.
He called himself Enoch but told me to address him as “Meta.” He identified himself as the “Lord of Time,” also known as Saturn or Father Time. His presence was unlike anything I’d ever experienced ancient, commanding, and deeply enigmatic. It was as if he carried the weight of entire lifetimes in his aura.
That night, I wasn’t feeling well. The oppressive humidity seemed to weigh me down, and I retreated to the sofa inside. The cold air from the A/C and the gentle hum of the ceiling fan provided some relief, but it didn’t stop the strange sensation that began to wash over me. My body felt heavy, and I recognized the familiar pull of leaving my physical form. Only this time, something was different. I didn’t see myself lying there as I had in past experiences. Instead, I was instantly transported somewhere entirely new.
I found myself on a futuristic train sleek, fast, and eerily silent. It reminded me of the magnetic bullet trains in Japan, but this one was far beyond anything I had ever seen. The interior was spotless, with a clinical precision that felt almost otherworldly. Through the windows, I realized we were deep underground, and somehow, I just knew we were traveling beneath the ocean. After what felt like an hour, the train came to a halt.
I stepped off into a bustling scene that felt both familiar and alien. I don’t think I was actually in the 1940s, but Meta’s attire, a sharp suit and polished demeanor was distinctly reminiscent of that era. His vintage style gave him the appearance of someone who had stepped out of history. He greeted me warmly, his smile both inviting and mysterious. “You’re safe,” he reassured me, motioning for me to follow him.
The setting appeared to be a grand cocktail party. The room was alive with movement and conversation, yet no one seemed to notice me. It was as if I were simultaneously a part of the event and completely invisible. I felt strangely as though I had been invited here without my knowledge, like my presence was expected but not explained. This unnerving sense of belonging without understanding only deepened the mystery of the moment.
Meta leaned in and asked me, “Have you found the cube yet?”
I blinked, confused. “The cube?” I repeated.
He chuckled softly, as though amused by my ignorance as if I should have already known about the cube, yet there was no malice in his demeanor. “You’ll know it when you see it,” he said, guiding me toward an alleyway. His confidence was unshakable, so I followed. There, resting in the shadows, was a black, ancient-looking object. With a circular centerpiece. The cube seemed to hum with energy, not in a way I could hear, but in a way I could feel.
Lifting it was a challenge it was unexpectedly heavy, as if it resisted being moved. I carried it back to Meta, who held out his hand and telepathically asked if he could see it. I nodded, and he took it with an almost reverent expression.
“Watch this,” he said, pointing the cube toward a nearby elevator. He squeezed the levers on either side, and a wave of energy rippled out not visible to my eyes, but something I could see in my mind. In an instant, the people inside the elevator vanished.
My heart raced. “Where did they go?” I asked, panicked.
Meta’s calm voice cut through my fear. “They’ve been transported back in time.”
The cube only works when you focus it on any doorway, but it requires intense concentration and energy.
Then, telepathically, he added, “The cube within the cube is the key. Over time, you will find yourself more and more connected to cubes.”
His words lingered in my mind, cryptic and haunting. What did he mean by “the cube within the cube”? Was this just the beginning of something deeper? I couldn’t shake the feeling that this was a revelation I wasn’t yet ready to understand.
As I reflected on the encounter, I couldn’t help but wonder: was Meta the one behind my experience in Italy? Were these moments all connected, part of a larger puzzle I had yet to piece together? And what role would cubes play in my journey moving forward?
One thing is certain my encounter with Meta and the cube opened the door to new questions, mysteries, and possibilities. The journey was far from over.
Thoughts?