“What is it? How do you know it?” Golmak was now desperate, he wanted to know if his father was a weak link and was killed thus. He was for a moment worried if he too would become the weak link once he knows it all.
“The element is alive and is the one force creating or generating the illusion of time in our world. Every other place where time exists is only because of this element. Like when earth exists, it helps us create tangible stuff and with water we live and work. So time too, is a product of this element. But since this parallel world is where time element exists, time goes slowest of all. Some parallel worlds have some amount of time element and thus, they might move slower than yours. But your world has rejected this very element and slowly as it keeps moving out of your world, this parallel dimension will fail to exist. But if this fails to exist, then how do others exist? Except the one where the element is found rest all will slowly decay and wear off.”
He paused to breathe.
But Zieg didn’t want him to.
“You’re telling us the same stuff I come across fantasy books except this place which really works differently. We have done so much and it’s just one hour now from when we came and it’s still 7 am which means we have the whole day.”
Hastutuka nodded.
“Yes, I am telling you a fantasy story. But then like if anything is given to men they try to pollute it, like people have polluted air, water, and earth. Fire and time are not elements regulated by earthlings hence they still remain unaltered. Time is born here and fire too is in another parallel dimension. We all guess that the seventh element would be something else.”
“What should we do then, believe in your story?” Branga wasn’t sure when he asked this question.
“No, learn how this place must be protected, learn the chemical nature of the element and learn how to control it.” Hastutuka continued.
“Will we be allowed to do that?” Tahiti bit her pink, chapped lips and expanded her eyes dilating the pupils beyond their box.
“Yes, but Branga has to learn a lot. He has to learn to control fire, learn how it is created. He has to learn about the seventh element for which he has to travel back to his country. A few sages protect the information and live nameless in the mountains in another parallel dimension invisible to the stupid, mud-eating, worrying, competing race that is doing everything in this world to win over other humans and other fellow beings so much so that their collective badness has become so heavy over the years that it has itself taken up a form and shape humans call the Evil.
The energy spent on any bad deed, even the tiniest gets stored in the universe as a coacervate and this keeps growing with time as people keep on adding to it. One day this energy becomes so big that it slowly condenses and takes different forms and kills that very energy which birthed it. But then some greater coacervate of good energy is released by old schools and the earth is saved only to become a habitat for some other species. No energy is ever created or destroyed, it changes form and shape. The lighter we become the lighter and purer our energy becomes and transcending the dimensions becomes easier as the energy keeps rising up. Whichever dimension the energy seems to stabilise in becomes it’s new home since every dimension has a specific energy built. There is also a machine to know and measure your energy and compare it with the dimensions to see where you stand at a point. We will do that exercise today evening but now for an hour you must read these books here. Each of these books has a perspective about the element and you will have to know it then we will make the elephant together.”
“But energy is not air, hot air is light and cold air is heavy?” Tahiti got confused for a moment.
“Energy is at an excited and ground state, so when you burden it with a lot of karmic excitatory impulses, something that the soul carries with it, it becomes excited and travels to heavier energy levels and when you become lighter it travels to lighter and cleaner energy level where energies mingle less and remain more grounded.”
Snehashree is a content creator by profession and writer by passion. She is a storyteller, poet, and abstract artist besides being a content writer. She has published her works of poetry on Amazon and several online magazines. She moved into full time writing after spending a few years in the healthcare industry. A solivagant and an ardent animal lover, she regularly crafts interesting articles for her blog - TST.
When not writing, she can be found reciting poetries in poetry clubs, teaching kids the art of poetry, and reading avidly. You could visit her website and chat with her on Instagram.
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