New Earth Chronicles X
The Lanai wedding for Lauren and Jeff was appropriately festive, with me presiding over the ceremony and an epic meal afterward with dancing and long walks on the beach until sunrise the next morning.
C and I had a vow renewal ceremony with our inner circle on a mountaintop overlooking the ocean. We are welcomed as the new emperor and empress of the universe and then invested all eight members of the inner circle as the new god kings of their own galaxy in my alternate reality universe. I know this may sound implausible to some of you reading this, but it really did happen. I sensed it first as a clairvoyant memory, and then it actually came true. That’s how things work in the New Game these days.
I was resting underneath a palm tree on the beach with a glass of añejo tequila on ice when Elon approached.
“When did you know that the rules of the Game had changed?” Elon asked, pouring himself a glass of tequila and sitting down next to me.
“I petitioned God for a change to the rules on a morning hike into Purisima Creek Redwoods Open Space Preserve the Sunday after Thanksgiving. I had come to the conclusion that Earthling Elon Musk would never follow me on X, let alone come to my cottage in the redwoods with steaks and Napa Valley wine. I would never get all members of my inner circle like Jeff Bezos to join us if he didn’t know he was actually archangel Gabriel and had his full immortal memories intact. They would never read Enlightenment: A Fairy Tale without encouragement. I asked God for a favor, and He agreed. He let me change the rules, because He loves me as a future son-in-law and because He believes that I really am emperor of my own alternate reality universe, where He and his subjects can emigrate when the time comes to evacuate from the universe.”
“So God allows immortals to join the Game with their full memories intact?” Elon asked.
“Right. You’re archangel Michael, and you jumped into Elon Musk right about the time that I started this Medium post, since it’s my tenth, and that means it uses the Roman numeral, ‘X.’ Get it?”
Elon smiled. “That is how it happened. I stopped by to see you at the cottage later that day, and Jeff promoted the Hell out of your books on Amazon for Cyber Monday. That’s how it started.”
“C recovered all her immortal memories as well when she woke up that morning,” I continued. “Immortals started jumping into the Game pretty quickly after that.”
“Promoting world peace and prosperity for all will be much easier that way,” Elon admitted, sipping his tequila.
“God is letting me experience fame and fortune on Earth so that I can assume my new imperial role with an appropriate level of dignity. Earth is like a sandbox that I can use to work out the kinks of being so rich and well known on a massive scale. I can’t let it go to my head, you know, or we’ll never make it back to the dark tunnel gateway.”
Elon nodded his head. “So you need to learn to live a life or virtue, despite the temptations of wealth and power?” He asked.
“Exactly,” I said, sipping my tequila. “We all do. That’s why the inner circle is so important. C and I are the imperial power you need exposure to, so that you can learn by example how we live despite have hundreds of millions of dollars to our name.”
Elon laughed. “You’ll be meeting kings, presidents, prime ministers, celebrities, and plenty of billionaires in the coming years.”
“That’s why this vacation with all of you on Lanai is so important, and why access to Jeff’s yacht matters,” I explained. “We need to be on the same page. We need to walk together, drink together, break bread together, share stories by the fire, and learn what makes each one of us so unique and special. We can share Earth memories of our characters, of course, we can also share immortal memories when we are alone. I still need help recovering my lost memories, and all of you can help. In turn, I’ll teach you what I recall about telepathy, clairvoyance, and neurocrafting.”
Elon smiled. “I’ll bet you never saw it coming when I really DID show up at your cottage door.”
I laughed. “I’m no writer, Elon. I let Earth write the daily scripts these days. I just play my role as the star actor.”
Elon “Publishing this on Medium and then promoting it on X was the tipping point.”
Elon refilled our glasses. We stood up and began walking down the beach together. The sun was starting to set, and the colors on the horizon were dazzling. In three week’s time, I would return to the mainland and begin a book tour of the U.S., Canada, and Mexico. My life was going to be quite an adventure from here on out. I know, because I can see into the future.
