Alter Ego - The Librarian

Chapter 1 : Meet The Libriarian

Chapter 1

As the clock ticks past 11:10 am on December 30, 2021, I find myself grappling with the mysteries of my recent dreams. In them, I am visited by older versions of myself, each representing a distinct path that I could potentially follow in my career and life. These future selves are idealized versions of who I aspire to become, with their own set of strengths, accomplishments, priorities, wisdom, and challenges. Though these may simply be the product of my subconscious, I cannot help but sense that there is a deeper meaning to these encounters beyond the realm of my imagination.

I reflect on the recurring nature of these dreams, I am struck by the diversity of the future selves that I have encountered thus far. On my first visit, I found myself transported to a serene library, where I stood in the presence of a modern librarian who was assisted by a dedicated team. The atmosphere was striking, a harmonious blend of aesthetic elegance and vintage charm. Though I cannot say with certainty what genre of literature my future self in that dream held a preference for, one thing was unmistakable - their deep passion and vast knowledge of books, making them a true bibliophile.

It seems that my dreams have not only piqued my interest in various subjects, but also driven me to pursue them in my waking life. I, who had previously never been much of a reader, have found myself drawn to the written word in new and exciting ways. In addition to writing as a hobby to remember things, I have grown to appreciate poetry, psychology, theology, and philosophy. It's almost as if some greater force is guiding me towards these areas of study, encouraging me to explore and expand my understanding.

As a result of this newfound passion, I even became a co-author on a book titled "Platonic Eternal Love" and am currently working on four more books, with plans to attend a workshop to develop my writing skills further. This journey has been a life-changing experience that has pushed me to discover new versions of myself and new paths of self-improvement.

So I delve deeper into my newfound passion for writing. I feel a strong sense of divine connection to this pursuit, as if it were my calling. My journey began with a focus on improving my vocabulary, but soon evolved to encompass deeper exploration of visions and revelations.

I then wrote poems inspired by certain songs to gain a better understanding of storytelling, then turned to creating poems based on my own personal visions. I also engaged in free-flow writing to capture the thoughts and emotions that constantly swirl within my mind. Eventually, I tackled more topical and meaningful content, and even began co-authoring more books.

As I work towards this, I am filled with a sense of fulfillment and I can't help but feel a connection with the authors of the past, who have forged the same path before me. I am also driven by a deep inner conviction that this is the path that I should be taking in my life.

Now, I am ready to meet the librarian again and see where our journey together will take us. I close my eyes and focus on connecting with him.

Gradually, an image appeared in my mind of me standing in front of a door that shimmered with the hues of the galaxy. I reached out with my spirit, now resembling a sparkling sand of stars. I turn the knob with my spirit, and enter into the bright light beyond.

As my eyes adjusted to the brightness, I was greeted with the smiling face of the librarian, who greeted me warmly. I find myself in a tranquil garden, where the grass grows wild and the wind blows freely. The librarian escorts me to a white bench that sits under a tree and we both sit down.

"How are you doing?" he asks.
"I'm doing fine," I reply, feeling a sense of contentment.
"I'm glad to talk with you again. It's a little hard to remember our last conversation."
The librarian smiles, "That's okay, the seed of myself within you is burning and growing, and your progress is truly inspiring. Thank you for keeping me alive."
I am surprised by his words, "I never thought of myself as doing that," I say, feeling humbled by the impact of my actions.

The Librarian takes my hand, "Hey, let me show you something," he says and leads me to a place full of light. My body begins to float in the air, and the excitement within the breeze fills my lungs, I am filled with wonder and joy.

As we walk deeper into the glowing light, I am overwhelmed by the breathtaking sight of books floating in the streets, their numbers as numerous as the stars in the sky. I am filled with wonder as the librarian shows me some particularly interesting volumes, each one containing hidden knowledge and insights about the world.

As I examine these books more closely, I am struck by a realization. I am part of a group with a similar focus on seeking out and sharing hidden knowledge and wisdom. It feels as though the threads of my life are weaving together, leading me towards a deeper understanding of the world and my place within it.

The librarian then reaches up and plucks a particular book from the air, holding it tenderly in his arms. He looks at me with a warm and sincere expression, "Remember to value books as you would value life," he says in a calm and measured voice. "They contain the soul of the author, packed with their knowledge and life lessons. They will teach you about hardship, love, fear, and everything the author experienced in their life."
His words resonate deeply within me, and I realize the true value and importance of books. They are not just a collection of words on a page, but a window into the soul of the author and a testament to the human experience.

He opens the radiant book and is momentarily bathed in its light, taking on an aura similar to the book. He gazes intently into my eyes, and says, "Ton, remember that each book possesses its own energy and power. Read those that call to you, for the words you read become a part of you, shaping your being. They will create within you a being you could never have imagined."
His words ring true for me and the idea that books possess an energy that influence the person who read them is a powerful one. I realize that the books I choose to read not only shape my understanding of the world, but also shape the person I am becoming.

I nod, silently agreeing with every word he says, feeling a sense of understanding and enlightenment. As we continue our journey, I notice some books scattered on the ground that appear dull and lifeless, in stark contrast to the shining volumes that float gracefully through the air. The librarian notices the look of confusion on my face and picks up one of these books. He reads aloud from its pages, and as he does so, I am amazed to see the book slowly begin to glow with light, shining just as brightly as the others.
The librarian's smile tells me that he understands my confusion, and he explains that the aura emanating from the book is his own. He explains that, just as the book was able to come alive with his energy, so too can the reader can infuse their own energy into the words they read.

"We give books life and meaning through our words," he explains. "We listen to them like a friend, and they fly to their beloved readers like arrows in the sky. But sometimes, they are lost and try to hide in the cellar of time. Only a reader with a kind light, who searches for them and continues to listen to the book that calls to them, can give the book purpose and life."

His words hit home for me, and I understand that books are not just passive objects, but they are active, living things that need to be nurtured and tended to. I see that it's not only the words on the page that give a book life, but it's also the reader's energy, and their connection to the book that gives it meaning and purpose. And just like friends, they need a reader who is willing to listen, to give them life and to give them purpose.

As I watch, the librarian ascends into the sky with the books, holding them closely as if they were dear friends. I am awed by the sight of him as he seems to know each one by heart, their connection blazes across the sky with colors that are a true pleasure to behold. After a moment, he gracefully descends back to the ground beside me and we make our way back to the white bench where we first met.

"Go back home and finish your task," he says as he bids me farewell. "Continue reading and let the words transport you to their beloved worlds."
I feel a sense of gratitude and fulfillment, "Thank you for today," I reply, feeling a sense of understanding and newfound appreciation for books. "I hope we can talk again tomorrow."
"I am always here," he says, with a smile and a twinkle in his eye, as he disappear into the light, leaving me feeling energized, enlightened and ready to take on new challenges.