time bender

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TIME BENDER
THE MAN WHO CAME TO SAVE EARTH
TABLE OF CONTENTS
1. TIME BENDER
2. SALVADOR DALI
3. DADI JANKI
4. VOYAGERS
5. MOUNT RAINIER
6. ALLOYA
7. LUCIFER
8. HIDDEN HAND
9. AYAHUASCA
10. DEMONS
11. SASHA
12. WALAYA
13. LAYAN
14. VONDELPARK
15. GAME MAKERS
16. CHOCOLATE
SOURCES
To Juno, my space friend.
1. TIME BENDER
‘In my official status, I cannot comment on ET contact. However, personally, I can assure you we
are not alone.’
Charles J. Camarda, former NASA Astronaut.
New York City, August 23, 1974
It was a hot summer evening in New York City and John Lennon needed some fresh air. He
had been working on his new album Walls and Bridges all day and had just made love to his
secretary May Pang. He didn’t bother to put on any clothes as he stepped out onto the roof
terrace of her downtown apartment.
May was still in the bedroom getting dressed and had just ordered pizza. Suddenly she heard
a loud scream from the rooftop. It was John.
‘May, come here, quick, you gotta see this!’
‘Just a minute, I’ll be right there.’
‘No, now! Come right now!’
When May got to the roof her jaw dropped. Right before her eyes was a huge circular object,
about the size of a Lear Jet. It was hovering without making any sound, gently moving from
left to right. It was so close, they could have hit it with a rock.
’My God, it’s a UFO,’ May managed to say, catching her breath.
The craft just hung there for five long minutes, then suddenly it shot straight into the sky.
‘This isn’t from Earth,’ John gasped, almost falling backward. ‘This is a bloody flying saucer!’
They thought about calling the authorities, but their lives were pretty hectic as it was, and the
last thing they needed was more press. They asked a friend to call the police. He rang back
minutes later to tell them that seven other reports had come in that evening from people who
had witnessed the spacecraft.
‘I can’t believe it, I can’t believe it, I’ve seen a flying saucer,’ was all John could say for the
rest of the evening.
Amsterdam, December 9, 1980
It’s a cold winter morning in Amsterdam. I had just got out off bed, gone downstairs and
turned on the radio. As I put on a kettle to make some tea, I freeze. What did the news
reporter just say? John Lennon shot dead? I run to the radio and turn up the volume.
‘John Lennon was murdered last night. He was shot in front of his house, the Dakota Building
in New York, by a man called Marc David Chapman, who has been arrested. The motive for
the crime is still unclear.’
The doorbell rings three times. It’s my sister Wendela. She’s in tears. We hug for a long time
and memories float into our minds of all the times we listened to The Beatles together. We
grew up with them. They were the soundtrack to our youth. Far away in the distance I hear
the sound of the kettle.
I make some tea while Wendela rummages through my records. Last week I bought John’s
latest album, Double Fantasy. She puts it on, and we listen to John singing: ’Well, I tried so
hard to stay alive, but the Angel of Destruction keeps on hounding me all around. But I know
in my heart that we never really parted, oh no. Help me. Lord, help me to help myself.’
The words are haunting, almost as if he knew something was going to happen. I wonder who
this Angel of Destruction is, the one who was hounding John.
Little did I know that morning that I was soon to find out.
The rest of the day goes by in a blur. Wendela stays for most of the afternoon, and we
listen to more of John’s songs. After dinner I get dressed to go to the premiere of a movie
for which I wrote the title song. I’m not exactly in the mood for a party, but it might be a
good distraction from my gloomy thoughts.
When I arrive at Tuschinski, the glorious art deco movie theatre in the heart of Amsterdam,
the main entrance is flooded with photographers and celebrities being interviewed by the
press. I try to slip through unnoticed, but cameras start flashing and journalists point their
microphones. They want to know what I think of John’s death.
For a moment I feel what John must have felt for most of his life: living in a hall of fame.
Was he tired of it all, I wonder? Was he fed up with the fame game and looking for a way
out?
Another song pops into my head as I enter the main hall, probably the last one John ever
recorded: ’Say you’re looking for a place to go where nobody knows your name. You’re
looking for oblivion with one eye on the hall of fame. I don’t want to face it, oh no. I don’t
want to face it no, no, no, no. Every time I look in the mirror I don’t see anybody there.’
Suddenly I feel a hand on my shoulder. I turn around and look into the eyes of an elderly
gentleman. He’s dressed in a black pin striped suit, white shirt, black bow tie and
matching bowler hat. His green eyes are spellbinding.
’Hello my friend,’ he says with a strange formal accent, ‘I have a message from your
mother.’
My heart jumps.
’What? What happened to her? Is she OK?’
‘Yes, she’s fine, but she needs your help.’
‘What kind of help? Are you sure she’s all right?’
‘Yes, but she’s going to ascend, and in order to do so, she will need more light.’
What’s this guy talking about?
‘Are you saying my mother is going to die?’
‘No, but she needs to free herself from the suffering that has been holding her down.’
He takes my arm and leads me away from the crowd that is now gathering in the hall.
’Please follow me. Your movie starts in fifteen minutes, which is sufficient time for me to
explain.’
We walk to the nearest bench in the corner of the hall and he motions me to sit down.
‘Let me introduce myself. My name is Time Bender. I am a close relative of your mother
and - as I said - I have a message from her. But first let me tell you a few things that you
might not be aware of.’
‘OK.’
‘Your mother came into existence some thirteen billion years ago. She was - and is - the
most beautiful planet our Universe has ever seen.’
‘O, that mother…’
I smile and relax. But by the time Time Bender has finished his story I’m no longer relaxed.
’Earth is unique. The Original Planners called her the Living Library, because she holds the
codes to all possible life forms in the Universe. That’s why Earth has been fought over so
much. I’m not talking about your recent World Wars. I’m talking about ancient Galactic
struggles.’
‘Are you talking about aliens fighting over Earth?’
‘I’m talking about races from all over the Galaxy. Many of them are very ancient and were
here long before the first humans arrived. I know you don’t learn this in school. You are
being taught that humans naturally evolved from ape-like ancestors to become the most
intelligent species on the planet, and possibly the Universe. But the truth is the exact
opposite: humans are not alone in the Universe, are not the most intelligent species, and
did not evolve naturally.’
‘So you are talking about aliens?’
He looks at me with the hint of a smile.
’Does that surprise you? Do you know that the Galaxy consists of as many habitable
planets as there are people on Earth? And, technically speaking, humans are aliens too.
You were seeded by extraterrestrial races a long time ago.’
‘Seeded?’
‘You were created.’
This is getting very weird and I’m beginning to doubt if I should continue listening to this
guy. Why is he telling me this? He seems to read my mind and tries to reassure me.
‘Please hear me out, I will try to explain in the short window of time we have. The Living
Library was set up in ancient times as a Galactic experiment. Almost all races participated
and this was a rare thing. Virtually everything that grows and develops in the form of
plant-, animal- and human life was seeded onto this planet from all over the Universe.’
‘Are you saying humans were created by ETs?’
‘Yes, but humans are a very special type of being, although they themselves have forgotten
this. They are what we call the Royal Species, because they carry the full DNA potential.
Humans carry genes from just about every race in the Universe: Pleiadians, Orions,
Lyrans, Sirians, Anunnaki, Vegans, Andromedans, Reptilians and Zeta. Humans carry the
full Universal Codes of Life. That’s why they’re special.’
‘What’s so special about these codes?’
‘The codes are necessary to activate the Living Library and awaken you to your full
potential. That’s why the whole Universe is watching you now. Everyone is curious to see
what humans will do next. You see, in order for Earth to free herself from the shackles of
war and destruction, she has to raise her frequency. She has to ascend. And because she’s
doing this, all Earth beings are also ascending. Earth is moving from a Third Density reality
to a Fourth Density. And for this to happen Gaia needs more light.’
‘Wait, you’re losing me here. What’s a density?’
‘A density is a bandwidth, a reality frequency. You on Earth currently live in a Third Density
reality, meaning you only perceive this frequency - like a radio or television show that you
are all tuned to. There are much more frequencies, but you only experience them when
you evolve and learn to tune into them.’
‘And in order to do so we need more light?’
‘That’s right. When more light enters Earth’s atmosphere the original codes can be
activated. This will energize and realign your DNA. You will remember your greatness and
become the living promise of the Universe.’
It’s very crowded now around us, and Time Bender needs to move closer to make himself
heard above the chatter. His green eyes look deeply into mine when he continues his
story.
‘You must understand that what humanity will do next, is of crucial importance to all star
races. The question is: will you ascend to the next level and learn how to live in harmony
with yourselves and your planet, or will you bring about destruction of the Living Library,
thereby catapulting yourselves back to the stone age and creating many more cycles of
birth, death and rebirth?’
‘Well, if it were up to me, I’d opt for ascension.’
’I’m glad you see it that way.’
Boing. Boing. Boing.
The sound of the theatre gong reminds us of the time. Five minutes left.
’What you also need to understand is that there is tremendous resistance to your
ascension. The Angels of Destruction are doing everything within their power to prevent
this from happening.’
‘The Angels of Destruction? Did you know John Lennon wrote about them?’
‘Of course, that’s why I’m reaching out to you tonight. There’s a divine timing to all of this,
as you will come to see. The Angels of Destruction are beings who have lost touch with
the Creator. You can’t see them, because they inhabit dimensions you can’t perceive right
now. But in a short while they will be exposed. When Earth ascends to the next level, you
will be in their environment, the Fourth Dimension. You will see the Dark Ones who have
been suppressing you for thousands of years.’
‘Are you talking about the Illuminati?’
‘They go by many names. The Illuminati are just one of the many representatives of the
Angels of Destruction. What they seek, is total control. They seek unity not by merging
themselves with the Creator, but by absorbing other life into themselves.’
‘Like parasites?’
‘Exactly. Just as you farm crops and livestock for food and clothing, they farm humans.
They live off your soul energy, which they harvest. When you are in a state of fear you are
food to them. In order to keep you in this fearful state they dictate world affairs. To them
you are cattle to be used as they see fit.’
I must have looked pretty shocked, because his emerald eyes soften and he gently touches
my arm. ‘Don’t be alarmed. As serious as this might seem, it also presents a great
opportunity. There is a way to break free and change the game, but for this you must learn
to bend the time.’
Boing. Boing. Boing.
Time Bender moves even closer. I only see a pair of dark green eyes looking deep into my
mind, holding my attention with a steady gaze.
’As Earth raises her frequency the Angels of Destruction are becoming more desperate.
They are preparing their final move: orchestrating a calamity that will shock the world,
upon which they will descend as your saviors. They will pose as the Gods from Heaven for
which humanity has waited for so long. They will pretend to be your Messiah. Should you
fall for this ploy, they will take over completely. There will be no way to access the Living
Library anymore and no hope for a peaceful ascension.’
The hall is becoming empty now, as the crowd moves into the theatre, but Time Bender is
not yet finished.
’Now listen carefully: the codes to activate the Living Library have been hidden in a secret
place by your Mother a long time ago. She knew a day would come when she would
activate them and she needed them to be safe.’
‘Where did she hide them?’
‘In you.’
‘In me?’
‘In all of you. And she wants you to activate them.’
‘But…’
‘I don’t expect you to understand all of this right now. Just listen to what I’m saying. The
only thing you need to do, is create more light. Therefore the Mother asks you to create
circles of light.’
‘What does that mean?’
‘I don’t know, I’m just the messenger.’
He gets up and extends his hand.
‘Thank you for your time and good luck on your assignment.’
‘My assignment?’
‘Yes, you did not come unprepared. You have been well trained.’
‘Well trained? For what?’
‘Patience, my friend.’
Boing. Boing. Boing.
2. SALVADOR DALI
‘And up in the clouds I can imagine UFOs chuckle to themselves: “Heh heh.”
They saying: “Those people so uptight, they sure know how to make a mess, hey!”’
Jimi Hendrix, guitarist, singer, songwriter.
Five months later I’m on a plane to Barcelona. I need a break from the music scene. The
title song for the movie became a hit single in Holland and things became a little crazy
after that. I was touring more or less non stop with my band and the record company kept
looking over my shoulder, eagerly awaiting for me to write another catchy tune.
It sort of took the fun out of music for a while. I’ve been playing guitar since I was ten and
can’t remember a day that I haven’t enjoyed the company of my faithful instrument. I used
to refuse to go on holidays with my parents if I couldn’t bring my guitar. This was a hassle
of course, because our car was usually packed to the max. But in the end I would always
get my way, because my parents saw that it would just be too cruel to make me part from
my friend for a few weeks.
There’s a small village in the North of Spain that I used to visit with my parents. It’s called
Cadaques. It has beautiful beaches, rocky snorkeling areas and is frequented by many
musicians and artists. That’s where I’ve booked a room to get away from everything and
play guitar without having to create something ‘commercial’.
On the plane to Spain the man next to me looks at me in a funny way, as if he’s trying to
remember something.
‘Can I help you?’
‘Aren’t you the guy who wrote the title track to that movie?’
‘Eh, yes, I am.’
‘Hi, I’m Frank, and I must say that I really enjoy that song. It’s very catchy and has some
great guitar hooks.’
‘Well, thank you Frank.’
It turns out Frank also plays guitar, and we chat a while about our favorite guitar players.
Jimi Hendrix is high on our lists. Frank knows just about everything about Hendrix and its
fun to hear the anecdote about how Hendrix came to London to jam with Eric Clapton
and blew him off the stage on a borrowed guitar. He also tells me that The Beatles came to
see ons of his shows. A few days prior to this event they had released their album Sgt.
Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band. Hendrix opened the show with the title song, blazing
through it like he’d been playing it all his life.
’Did you know,’ Frank says after we have thoroughly analyzed Hendrix’ technical skills,
‘that Hendrix’ gigs were often accompanied by paranormal happenings and even UFO’s?’
I look at him in disbelief.
‘Really? That’s weird. I had a conversation about ETs a few months ago with a man who
seemed to know everything about them. He was very outspoken and told me that ETs have
played a significant role in the maturation of mankind.’