“Didn’t I predict we wouldn’t tank up along the way?” Jeffrey’s father, chidingly, stated.
“It’s true. The car is getting phenomenal mileage, but let’s see what transpires a few more hours from now,” Jeffrey, skeptically, retorted.
Five hundred miles later, the gauge still hadn’t budged. Jeffrey was puzzled by the course of events. This, too, paralleled his dream from his comatose state. He rationalized, if all the circumstances he observed in his vision materialized, he could predict the future; according to his dream, he had already seen much of it. He shook himself, bringing him back to the present. Sure the van was barely sipping the gas; that didn’t automatically deem his entire vision would evolve. Jeffrey needed more confirmation before he was willing to accept all the events of his vision would actually transpire.
More hours swiftly disappeared, Jeffrey didn’t observe his father displaying any signs of fatigue from his numerous hours behind the wheel. He had driven more than fourteen hours, and appeared to be just cruising along. With the hours passing at an increasingly faster rate, Jeffrey arrived at another, fascinating, conclusion. He, like all the others, hadn’t eaten a morsel of food since devouring the hardy breakfast his mother prepared for them that morning. Yet, no one mentioned anything about stopping along the way to get a bite to eat.
“Is anyone hungry?” Jeffrey inquired.
“No, not really,” the others replied almost in unison.
Jeffrey attempted to recall the state of his appetite during his expedition with Jason. He thought hard. Certain things were vivid in his mind; others weren’t quite as apparent. Finally, he was able to recount his experience. Both, he and Jason barely ate during the entire trip. The evidence was adding up. He was still not totally convinced; although, his skepticism was beginning to wane.
It was late into the evening when Jeffrey volunteered to take the wheel.
“Dad, let me drive. You must be exhausted. You’ve been driving more than sixteen straight hours. Aren’t you even a little tired?”
“No, quite miraculously, I’ve never driven this far without stopping to rest; yet, I feel as if we’ve just started. The miles have passed so quickly and the driving so stress free; I still feel, amazingly, refreshed.”
Jeffrey endeavored, once more, to analyze the bizarre set of circumstances. When he awoke in the hospital, he asked his parents and Monique how they were so convinced he wouldn’t die. Each of them responded, cosmosis. Did that signify his father was Jason and his mother Christina in real life? The resemblances were uncanny. There were visual likenesses and spiritual similarities. They were both aware of what he considered some kind of secret password (he only previously heard in his coma). It was no coincidence, but what could explain the mysterious existence of the tattered old Book of Cosmosis. It was written hundreds of years before he was born. Was there another real Jason? Maybe, dad was once named Jason, in one of his previous lives. So obsessed by this possibility, Jeffrey had to inquire.
“Dad do you have any knowledge of this old Book of Cosmosis Monique was given? It’s exactly like yours, and what I recollect from the book of my dream.”
He took a quick glance at the book while driving and just smiled.
“Yes, that was part of one of my lives hundreds of years ago. I seem to recall using the words cosmic and osmosis to explain how and where all true awareness is derived. I coined the word, cosmosis, to be carried through by each succeeding generation as a means of familiar recognition. It’s our form of identification passing from one material existence to the next. If you remember in Chapter 1 of the books, it explains the source of all true spiritual awareness originates from the Supreme, and is received by us through cosmic osmosis. It’s a very complex concept to explain. Using the analogy of one receiving the sun’s rays, when you’re covered by heavy clothing, the rays are incapable of penetrating the barrier. One must shed the clothing in order to obtain the sun’s energy. We receive our spiritual wisdom in much the same manner. We must maintain an obstruction free and pure state of mind, only then will cosmic awareness come streaming through.”
“And what is the impediment?” Monique, brilliantly, queried.
“It’s nothing more than our unforgiving ego. Unfortunately, as a human individual, we are born with that stigma, and must struggle our entire lifetime to overcome it. We wrongly identify with it, and are incorrectly taught to pride ourselves on our egotistical individuality. It’s extremely difficult to derail this programming until we discover we are not our ego, we’re a soul encapsulated in a physical body. Some other analogies I use to explain this difficult concept might help. We aren’t our car, although, it’s the vehicle transporting us, place to place. We aren’t the clothes we wear, even if they cover us. We aren’t the material body we mistakenly identify with, even though the soul (the core of all life) resides in it. Everything with substance is temporary; only our metaphysical being (the soul) lives on eternally. Only after comprehending and accepting this concept will cosmic intuitive awareness come flowing in, like a river gushing past a broken dam.”
“Dad, you’ve already attained that state of mind; I, too, seek to achieve a similar level of ego control and elevated consciousness,” Jeffrey stated, revealing his paramount aspiration.
Monique joined in, reiterating her desire to accomplish the equivalent uplifted state of awareness.
On with the Voyage
Presently, their immediate goal was arriving in Galifornia to bask in the sunny warm weather. Classes were slated to begin in just three days, and they were still almost two thousand miles away. Jeffrey’s father continued driving through the night. He wasn’t the slightest bit concerned about running out of gas, although, the gauge was just now beginning to move, reading only three quarters full.
Let’s Eat
As daylight broke, a brilliant blinding sun appeared ahead of them.Upon awaking, Jeffrey was, immediately, reminded (by his voracious appetite) not one of them had eaten a bite, so far, during the entire journey.
“Is anyone hungry?” he inquired, once again.
This time everyone responded affirmatively. Jeffrey’s mother turned to face the van’s last row of seats. Sticking her hand in the cooler, she extracted the four large sandwiches she prepared for the trip. It was another déjà vu. The mouthwatering delectable sandwiches were exact copies he recalled devouring on his excursion with Jason. It was undeniable. Jeffrey had seen enough. Too much of his comma vision was coming true, no doubt about it. It was chilling. There were many good things occurring in his dream, but there were many devastating tragic circumstances that were destined to unfold. That was putting it mildly. There was, however, something slightly comforting, in one respect; he had a good idea what to expect from his portentous future.
The remainder of the voyage proceeded smoothly. As it turned out, Jeffrey’s father drove the entire distance. It was over three thousand miles, and his dad’s prediction turned out to be inexplicably accurate. Only after arriving at their destination, did the vehicle’s tank require replenishing. It, finally, bordered on empty as they pulled into the Standard University parking lot.
Never before had any of them seen or imagined such a picturesque campus. The view startled Jeffrey. For the very first time, something was, actually, divergent from his dreamy recollection. The buildings were constructed of red brick not grey stone, and covered with ivy. He saw large modern windows letting fresh air and sunshine enter the classrooms. The glass panes at his former college, Northfolk, were permanently shut. It was either too cold and rainy or too hot and humid. How invigorating it will be, attending classes in such a naturally stimulating environment, he considered.
Checking Out the Ocean
After passing a few curious hours thoroughly checking out the campus, they visited the Acific Ocean for the first time. The water was magnificent, glistening from