A Train to a Strange Time and Place

And a helpful hack for Timeline Jumpers

I just woke up from a profound dream experience. Another Timeline Jump.

The train

Those who have read A Map of Secret Rivers know that trains are often (always?) Frequency Bridges. They are metaphors for movements of energy that connect us from one Timeline to another. 

The dream began on a crowded train. I was running up and down the aisles. Many of my friends and family were sitting on the seats, oblivious to me. I was trying to escape from the Timeline Border Guards. (These are the names I give to agents in my upcoming Timeline Jumping fantasy adventure series, Kronos Hotel.) It was a somewhat stressful dream - not a nightmare - but my heart was racing. I couldn’t find a good place to hide. 

Three doors and some vegetable sellers

An older woman in a red beret saw me trying to evade the agents. She said, “If you follow me, I will show you how to get to the time of knights and King Arthur.”

This immediately appealed to me, so I followed her through a door and outside. There were some fruit and vegetable sellers with stands. These may have been metaphors for some astral buying and selling. As we know, energy is bought and sold on the astral. I will have to consider this more deeply.

There were also two more doors I had to pass through. The woman in the red beret was now nowhere to be seen. 

The strange, future place

I soon realised I wasn’t in the time of King Arthur. Instead, I was beside a large lake with a futuristic cityscape in the distance. It may have been downtown Austin. I found myself caught up in a crowd of people, all walking in one direction. They all appeared to be in their twenties, and they were of an unknown race. Not quite white, not quite Asian, but perhaps a mix of the two. Dark hair, pale skin. Beautiful, blank faces. All of them wore pale, tailored clothing. They seemed to be office workers and I sensed they were on their way to work. 

I walked amongst them, feeling self-conscious and doing my best not to stand out. I wondered where I would sleep and how I would feed myself. The strangeness was extremely disconcerting.

I thought, “I don’t have any friends in this realm. And I don’t know if I have any currency that will be useful here.”

Remembering my training, the woman in the red beret, and the clock

I was present enough to remember the Timeline Jumper’s Protocol:

1. Remember Core Self.

2. Ground.

3. Breathe through it.

4. Say, “I have Timeline Jumped,” before the amnesia sets in.

5. Ask Spirit what your mission is.

6. Trust you will get back to your Primary Timeline if you are meant to. 

At that moment, I caught sight of the woman in the red beret again. I had forgotten who she was by this point, but she looked familiar. I approached her and said, “Can you help me?”

As soon as I said this, a crowd of the youthful people surrounded me. They weren’t hostile, but they knew I was anomalous. I had the sense they knew I was a Timeline Jumper. They had a mild ‘agent’ vibe to them.

The woman in the red beret stood out amongst the crowd. She didn’t look like any of them but she seemed far more comfortable with the situation than I was. She also seemed a little amused by my inexperience and awkwardness. 

“Don’t worry,” she said, pulling a clock out of her pocket. It was an ordinary-looking, old-fashioned stop-watch. “Stare at this, and you’ll return to your Primary Timeline.”

I had completely forgotten everything about my Primary Timeline (the Timeline where I am Pippa, writing these words). I thought staring at the clock would take me back to the train. But I thought, “At least I know some people on the train. I’ll go back.”

The return

So I stared at the clock and instantly felt the zooming through a long tunnel sensation that is now familiar to me. I seemed to leave through a portal in the sky. 

I woke up in my bed in my Primary Timeline. I was both exhilarated by the experience and relieved to be home. My heart was still racing. But this experience was less frightening than my last one. I felt -somewhat- more in charge of this jump.

I thought, “I Timeline Jumped!” And I also thought, “I’d better share this with my fellow Navigators. This is such a classic Timeline Jump experience that it may be helpful to them. And also because the following may be useful for someone to know: Staring at a clock can help you return to your Primary Timeline.”

Pippa Oona, reporting from the front-lines of consciousness. Over and out.