My Future Focus - Petunia

by Sharon Mendenhall

http://meandthedeadguy.blogspot.com

I can’t remember the date exactly, I suppose it was in the latter part of 2006, perhaps November or December. What I recall is more my emotional status at the time and how I was feeling a sense of discouragement and disillusionment. It had gone beyond just lack of motivation, but that I had dedicated myself to investigation and discovery for many years in a field that was of little interest or understanding to but a handful of people. I realize that I’m so very common that I often confuse my own self identity with what I produce, and yet I couldn’t shake the haunting message I was sending myself, as to “just what was my point in being?”

I must have requested assistance, although objectively I don’t recall using words aimed in any particular direction, whether it was to Elias energy, or my own expanded essence. I just curled up in a ball on the couch, and debated to myself if somehow I was running low on value fulfillment.

Thoughts and ideas were floating through my mind like colored leaves in a brisk autumn wind, when I heard a faint “hello.” Not something entirely unfamiliar, but thoughts devoid of their usual concreteness. I had discovered sometime back that not all of my thought was the same. Some of my thoughts were heavy, intrusive, and seemed to fall around myself like bricks. But some thought was light and airy as though arriving on the wings of imagination itself. And those whims were so non-intrusive that I often ignored them as unimportant to the task at hand. But it didn’t just say “hello.” How curious.

And because of my curiosity I responded with a “hello,” and in a flash of inspiration I knew this was Petunia.

I was aware of a future focus of mine named Petunia from an impression Daryl had in ‘04. Daryl emailed me asking if it was alright if she confirmed this with Elias in her next session, but I didn’t feel I could connect with Petunia at the time, and had paid little to no attention to it even after Elias’ validation.

Petunia immediately expressed her delight in finally connecting with me, which from her viewpoint is a historical version of herself. I asked if she was a teacher at the Alterversity, which she confirmed, but when I asked her what she taught, she responded with “you.” She was aware that I was in a state of disillusionment, and felt thwarted in my efforts of teaching. She expressed that that was because I was not the teacher, she was. Instead I was the inventor.

That statement rang true to me as I flashed upon my life in the hue of creativity and invention. Indeed, I had always been an inventor, never satisfied with anything less than sailing to the distant shores of my own imagination. And I was still within this process in this very moment, as in the bizarre way that I invent a future focus of myself, while simultaneously she creates a past focus of herself, and they intermingle in an exchange of information beneficial to both, and as real as the reality of any experience.

She offered more information as to her time frame and circumstance. She is approximately one hundred years in my future, and her location is in the United States somewhere in the Pacific Northwest, or what I would identify as Washington State, although she clarified that the coastline is not the same as what I know, nor is the city name something that I would recognize. I did feel comforted that she was not so far into the future, that I would have a hard time comprehending her distinct viewpoint or situation. To me, a hundred years from now seems very much like my own tomorrow.

I asked her for the main difference between my here and her then, and to my surprise she responded that “the biggest difference is within self-satisfaction.” I would have thought deep space travel or flying cars, but she went on to elaborate. The importance is on individuality, where as in your present society, the majorities are dissatisfied with themselves in some manner, in her society the majority are very satisfied with the creation of themselves. And for those few, who are not, there is an understanding of what motivation dissatisfaction brings, and that it is temporary and not a lifetime sentence.

This was because they consciously participate in their physical body creation, both before physical birth and after. Each individual can communicate with their own DNA structure and cell consciousness and request within cooperation various modifications as easily as we may have our ears pierced or receive a tattoo. Any body modification that we now achieve through the belief process of plastic surgery can be done without the surgery. In fact, there is no surgery in her time frame, as it is considered intrusive and out of vogue. Every woman, if she chooses, may look like Barbie, therefore, no one does. That is way out of fashion. Instead the emphasis is on uniqueness, each individual being as creative as they can in their constant body construction.

For instance, she has chosen the genes of the tall slender Ethiopian, combined with Norwegian genes for light hair and light eyes. And she modified her blue eyes to the point that they are so light they often appear white, because she loves the contrast of light against dark. She also constantly adjusts her appearance mostly according to current trends, similar to how we would change our clothes or hairstyle.

She expressed that her life is like a constant theme party, and many people will select a certain time frame to imitate both in body structure and costume. There is a great love of history, but also the creativity to mix and match according to one’s own taste, thereby enhancing the flair for the unusual.

They don’t eat as much as we do, often going for days without food or any expression of hunger. But when they do plan a meal it is considered an occasion and celebration to be shared by many. Much goes into the preparation in terms of design, and they mix and match the tastes of many cultures. The preparation of food itself is replicated instantly, and there is no need for farming or storage warehousing. So the majority of preparation is within invention of a menu, along with costumes and ambiance.

They also have a different relationship with the planet, and to chop down a tree to make boards and build a house would be considered scandalous. Instead they view the tree as a being with consciousness, and would live in the tree, or among the trees, even requesting cooperation from the trees to provide adequate living arrangements. The climate is no longer extreme, and although still somewhat variable, much more comfortable and accommodating. They do not possess a lot of “stuff” because with the Replicator there is no need to acquire. They simply create on demand, and eliminate when no longer useful in the moment, for it is available to be re-constructed at anytime from a lingering library of ideas.

After our initial conversation, I thought long and hard about the Replicator. Although I like everything she said about her situation, I was most intrigued about the Replicator itself, imagining it as a machine, perhaps microwave or even refrigerator sized. Yes, they adopted the name from Star Trek, but it is not a machine. I will share this later in my story, in the same manner that Petunia explained it to me.

On our second encounter I was more prepared with questions for Petunia. I was curious about her job teaching and her connection to me. She explained that the Alterversity is not a physical place, although it is very real, it exists more like cyberspace without the use of computers. It is like an agreed meeting area in regional area 2, or dreamland. There is no formal education as we know it, but rather areas for groups of essences to meet and exchange idea and experiences, much like we do on the forum.

Education is based on desire to know and nothing is actually taught, so she is not so much a teacher as she is a collector of information that she packages like a book that isn’t written. It is a ball of data similar to Robert Monroe’s ROTE, that can be sent to an individual or individuals to unwrap and assimilate at their leisure, but no reading is required. The individual is aware of having received the ROTE, and the general theme of the information, and they can use their intuition to access the data, almost like using your memory to mine a book that you are aware you have already read. One simply trusts that the information is available and accesses through a process of direct knowing, like having an encyclopedia at your fingertips. In other words, one simply “googles” themselves.

People are generally more aware of energy and there is a increased desire to know about essence families, or the different classifications of the basic energy divisions in this dimension of physical reality. Petunia and I are basically one in the same, therefore she appreciates my efforts in the collection of information regarding essence families, color, personality, energy centers, legends of the 9, and more. She especially likes that I have included imagery and sound into my work and encourages me in this direction. She often taps into my expressed collection of data, and also my world view directly, and incorporates this into her creation of ROTES.

As an example Petunia has sent me a ROTE to peruse at my leisure. “Damn cool!” I say.