NOTE: Bob's story will help us get to the space outside. Bob's story both reveals and opens many of what, until now, were looking glasses that had been very carefully occluded from view.
Bob’s story is a very, very, verrrrry long story and there are multiple multitudes of layers to it. And, if that’s not daunting enough, you are not going to find much of anything that is familiar to you in Bob’s story. That being said, I still think you’ll find that Bob’s story is quite interesting even though it might be several light years away from your own reality. Also, and you can thank me later, I am not even going to attempt to write down Bob’s entire story for you. It would not be practical and I don’t have enough time left in this lifetime to accomplish a project of that scope. So what I’m going to do is just skim the top of the skim that’s on the very top of the story. Now if some of Bob’s story does begin to ring a bell or two of familiarity, then that’s totally okay too. Just allow yourself to experience it without sticking to it. Sticking to it is not a good move as, like a rip tide, it can pull you into places that I can assure you are places where you not only do not want to go but are also places where you are not yet ready to go even if you wanted to.
Oh yeah, before we begin, there’s one other item to go over and that is time. As we get out into Bob’s story we begin to get frequent references to various lengths of time. The standard of time measurement that Bob is using will not make any sense to you. Therefore, I have converted all references to time into terms that we’re more accustomed to (earth time). Even so, the lengths of time that will be referred to in this story are such that you may have some bit of difficulty in being able to get your wits around them. I know that I do.
Bob’s story
We cross paths with Bob early one Saturday morning as he’s making his way to a little hole-in-the-wall Mexican café. He’s remaining true to his long time Saturday morning breakfast ritual. According to Bob this obscure little café makes the worlds best huevos rancheros and this simple little breakfast event is what ushers in his weekends. It is a must!
On his way to the café Bob is driving down the same stretch of road that he drives down everyday. This is the road that is the main artery out of his quiet, but very expansive and overly populated, bedroom community where he lives. He and probably ten thousand plus other people that have chosen to live in this heavily condensed cookie-cutter community routinely drive back and forth on this road everyday making their way to and from the city where they work.
To Bob this Saturday morning seems like any other Saturday morning but it most definitely is not. What is about to occur this unique morning is the second event, in a series, that will have a dramatic impact of enormous magnitude on Bob’s very routine life. The first event Bob has already forgotten about because when it happened Bob immediately invalidated it as being something he had just imagined.
As Bob is about to reach the second of three intersections he has to go through, he catches a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye. It’s a box shaped object of some sort. It was lying over in the unkempt grass covered drain ditch off to the right of the road and just past the unusually wide shoulder. For some unexplainable reason his attention becomes riveted to this thing. In fact, it’s all he can think about during his breakfast, which, on this particular morning, he robotically devours. He decides that on his way back he is going to make it a point to swing back by and see if this object is still there.
When he later drives by the spot in the road where he thinks he first saw the object he can’t see it anywhere. His attention, however, remains glued to this area and demands that he pull over and at least take a closer look. He complies. What he finds puzzles him greatly. Instead of a box shaped object he finds a sphere. It’s smaller than a bowling ball but larger than a soft ball. It’s solid black but at times appears to be translucent. It looks heavy but when he reaches down and picks it up it’s as light as a feather. It’s as if he has picked up a form that has no substance. Bob is both baffled and exhilarated by this!
Bob’s first impulse is to give his best friend a call and tell him to get over to Bob’s house right away so that he can show him his find. However, Bob has promised his parents that he would be dropping by for a short visit and he doesn’t want to disappoint them by not doing so. So as he heads over to their place located deep in the historic section of the old inner city all he can think about is the sphere. On his way he calls his friend and leaves him a message to meet him at his house later in the afternoon. Of course, he plans to show his “find” to his parents. Why not? True, they’re up in years but they certainly aren’t dim witted and they definitely aren’t senile. Who knows, maybe they might have some good ideas about what this mystery object is.
Before the gravel in his parent’s driveway has even come to a rest under his car’s tires, Bob’s got his door open and is practically leaping out of his car clutching his mysterious object. As his mom opens a front door that is in serious need of refinishing and a rusty hinge loudly broadcasts an eardrum-piercing squeak, Bob springs into the house gushing with excitement. His mom immediately asks, “What are you doing with that cardboard box?” He shakes his head as if to dislodge something from his ears. He has no cardboard box he has a black translucent sphere. He must have heard her wrong.
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