Future

Today, February 1^st, 2121 marks the completion

 of my 100 years on this planet, Earth.

Tomorrow my essence will exist

 in another dimension, in another time.

Through our of Inter-Dimensional Communication, 

my great grandmother and I wrote this story to share the future with the troubled planet on which she now exists.

In my parents’ home on February 2, 2021 I began this life. My younger brother, Skylar and I were conceived naturally by our parents, Myriah and Jon. 

We have two older half siblings, Kayla and Alex, from our father’s earlier union with his first wife and childhood sweetheart, Rebecca. She did not survive the paranoia of 2012. Having fallen under the influence of a cult believing the world would end that December 21^st, she took her own life on December 20^th with the other members of The End is Now. My half siblings, Kayla and Alex were in Asia at the time. Both had recently graduated from Humanity Programs in Beijing and were returning to Nova Scotia to celebrate the Christmas holiday. They left this Earthly dimension abruptly that December of 2012, the victims of an aircraft collision over Southeast Asia.

My father was absent from society for the year following the tragedies, retreating to an island off the coast. Following his year of mourning Dad returned to the Nova Scotia mainland to teach. He met my mother in Halifax six years later. Their relationship was a natural evolution from friendship to passion to a sustaining love. Soothed by the ebbing Atlantic tides, my parents moved to St Margaret’s Bay in the spring of 2020.

I was conceived upon a tiny, white sandy beach on the evening of a new moon in May. A peaceful calm enveloped them as they lay in each other’s arms to sleep beneath the stars.

My childhood was bathed in the warm summer waters of the Atlantic and the equally warm affection of loving parents. I have brilliant, though somewhat vague memories of my childhood…hot, sunny days at a beach where I felt whole. 

At two years of age, in my grandmother’s arms, I floated in the warm waters of the Atlantic Ocean on Nova Scotia’s south shore. A jut of land, with an enormous collection of seashells, dominates this memory. My mother told us stories of that place and its significance in the history of our family.  There, beginnings and endings were experienced; a full range of human emotion gives the place incredible wealth of spirit.

Our Earth had changed dramatically by the time my brother Sky drew the breath of life in 2036. Sky was the first child of that year. He was an old soul in a new body as he struggled to co-ordinate his limbs and speech to launch the continuation of his journey. I watched in amazement as he achieved his developmental milestones and I embraced his loving spirit as he grew. At fifteen Sky was recruited by the World University to pursue his studies. Today, he is a successful traveler within the universe, an explorer and accomplished scientist. I last saw Sky more than twenty years ago, as the family welcomed 2100. Now I am able to communicate with him regularly on the Grid. He is aware that next week I will be passing, so I expect he will arrive to bid me well wishes and impart his wisdom for the continuation of my journey.

Grid Programmers searched our family database to locate my preferred destination. And so I will join my grandmother. Passing in 2052 she returned in a compatible dimension to the shell filled beach of my memories. She and I will enjoy the breakers rolling in, seagulls circling overhead, watching over children as they search for the smallest shell in the sand. We will speak in silent ways to all who walk there. 

*****

Our story begins on April 21, 2027 a rogue asteroid fragment grazed our planet.

Despite the years astronomers spent tracking thousands of celestial bodies, the fragment only became evident as it burned through our atmosphere. Images of the devastation to the shores of the Ross Sea were broadcast to the world instantaneously. Thousands of people perished as tidal waves relentlessly pounded the coastlines of the Southern Hemisphere. 

Mounting panic flooded the scientific and political communication networks. Having survived the effects of global warming, people no longer kept silent. Lessons had been learned. Voices were heard. Powerful environmental groups, previously viewed by world leaders as hysterical maniacs, now demanded comprehensive and accurate information. Their leaders pressured political and scientific authorities on behalf of all.  Politicians characteristically skirted the issues. 

In 2027, world scientists rallied together bringing their knowledge to the world. Astronomers and astrophysicists took center stage. Massive cleanup efforts dominated the airwaves; noteworthy scientists provided the nations with truthful predictions of the future impact of similar events. Network ratings soared to an incredible 95%. 

As a result, a World Scientific Conference was organized for August, 2027 in Lucerne, Switzerland. A young, graduate student from Arizona contributed the single most important information to the Assembly. Her name is Skuld and she is my cousin. And we must look back to properly introduce her.

*****

While attending a conference in Sedona, my Aunt Sara felt the influence of the Sedona vortexes. The Blast 2007 panel of speakers was comprised of twenty-seven world-renowned expert Astrologists. Sara's usually shy, reserved demeanor dramatically diminished in that environment. She confidently asked questions during plenary sessions and actively participated in small group workshops. Conference leaders recognized her quick mind and thirst for knowledge via her well articulated questions. 

Many were clearly impressed upon discovering she was largely self taught.  The Sedona conference became a spotlight for Sara's abilities, in particular her proficiency in debate.   Her questions challenged the speakers.

The conference closed early evening April 2, 2007. Before returning to Nova Scotia, Sara was intent on visiting Bell Rock, a well known energy vortex. I know very little of her experience as the sun set except to say that one year later my aunt became a permanent resident of Sedona, Arizona and a teacher living her life in a small adobe house not far from the base of Bell Rock.

To balance her reclusive nature Sara attended the occasional evening lecture sponsored by one of the community groups. On one such evening Ari, a Norweigan eco-engineer spoke with passion about his work - 'paving a way' for indiginous peoples of Central America to build self-sustaining productive and prosperous farms by blending traditional ways with modern methods. 

For the first time in Sara's and Ari's lives, each one fell in love. In the years following their marriage, the small Sedona home became a Mecca for students of Astrology, Astronomy and Eco-Engineering.  Into this home in 2009, their daughter Skuld was born.

The movement of the earth, its relationship to the ever evolving universe and the intrigue of mathematics fascinated Skuld from the instant she recognized herself as a thinking entity. Believers and skeptics of her mother’s endeavours surrounded her; their home was a constant platform for debate. Engineering students in search of her father’s accomplishments brought mathematics and a concrete intellectual style to her environment. 

And so, Skuld’s education was broad.  Her youth became dominated by her personal quest to integrate the science of astronomy and practice of astrology with a mathematical analytical practicality.  Her studies were largely self directed home schooling until she entered her teens. 

At the tender age fourteen Skuld was accepted into a small university in Arizona. Like her mother, Skuld challenged her professors continually. She devoured the course material, graduating cum laude, she gave the Valedictory address to her class of 2026.

Her graduate work focused on the predictions of climatic changes of our solar system, primarily Earth based on her extensive knowledge of astronomy and her background in astrology. In her thesis paper she predicted that Earth would experience exaggerated changes subsequent to the collision of asteroid fragments which she termed ‘rogue remnants’, similar to the experiences of sailors encountering a gigantic wave at sea. At the time her mentors discouraged her hypothesis. Her mathematical calculations were too revolutionary.

Her paper was in draft form in 2027 when a ‘rogue remnant’ passed by the South Pole. Her work would have gone unnoticed had her supervisor ignored her continued and extremely vocal pleas to have the university fund her trip to the World Conference in Lucerne that year. She registered as a student observer to the conference.

*****

As an assertive young woman, confident in herself and her theories, she approached the Conference Chairperson at the opening reception. Copies of her paper in hand, she interrupted his conversation with a press correspondent. Staring deep into the eyes of the reporter, she stated that another and larger celestial body would strike Earth within the next six months, and that she could prove it. Pressing her papers into their hands, with calm assurance she told them she was available for discussion that evening.


The discussion lasted through the night. By the following evening Skuld was at the dais, a copy of her paper in the hands of all participants. 

The reporter had not missed her chance to scoop an important story. Her news network broadcast across the continents. 

“Lucerne…World Scientific Conference… young Arizona scientist predicts cataclysmic asteroid strike.”

Political leaders joined the conference two days later. Environmental academics and planners, anthropologists, mathematicians, philosophers, religious leaders jammed available transportation to Europe when the journalist’s story appeared as a News Flash across the world’s major networks telecasts.

Over the next six months, wars which had raged across the planet for millennia ceased. Irish stood by English, Israeli by Arab, the world’s political strife dissolved as the men and women of all factions dropped their arms in response to a greater need. Available troops from all countries were relocated to Australia; the predicted location of impact being the Freycinet Peninsula in the southern region of that continent. Evacuation of the inhabitants into the north was coordinated by the United Nations - a milestone in humanity’s history.

Through the rest of the world in 2027 preparations for the aftermath of the impact were being made. The scientific community had been given center stage by political leaders as had never had been accomplished before. Citizens of Earth had learned how to prepare. The events of the latter part of the 20^th century… the tsunamis and earthquakes; hurricanes and volcanic eruptions… had made the power of nature’s destructive tendencies real and had taught valuable lessons to all aware individuals.

The major asteroid fragment struck in December of 2027, as Skuld predicted. Astronomers watched and recorded the events through high powered telescopes across the globe as the core grazed our moon then headed toward Earth.  Images were broadcasted live across the networks. 


Our world reverberated with the impact of the huge fragment that struck Australia. But the world was ready. Tidal waves hit the coasts of the world’s continents, cities that were long predicted to sink below the high water mark disappeared, gigantic crevices opened along fault lines, torrential storms circled across the seas and oceans slammed the coastlines.

Over the ensuing months, across the strata of understanding around the world, confusion was rampant; all levels societies were shaken. Writings of New Age prophets proclaiming that the Age of Aquarius had arrived, religious zealots claiming that the prophesy of Revelation was at hand flooded the world wide web with their respective propaganda. Religious leaders and scientists, in their separate spheres, struggled to make sense of what had transpired. 


The Political World was never to be the same. World Economics were in mayhem as the stock markets became essentially meaningless.  Nations were no longer driven for domination; borders opened. Military efforts became solely humanitarian. In just three years our planet became a different world in which to live.


The aftermath of the collaboration in 2027 of the world’s scientific communities accelerated progress in academic studies and research across all disciplines.  The dawning of an enthusiastic sharing of thought engulfed the entire scientific community.

Those of us who lived a quiet life, safe from strife felt in the rest of the world, our lives unfolded without obvious trauma. Children attended to their studies and daily work continued. Summers were warmer, winters milder and the seasons melded into a temperate state.

Skuld, in the meantime, had entered the realm of notoriety. Becoming the Chair of the United Nations committee of Scientific Study she was swamped by speaking engagements around the world, visiting the major sites of climatic changes since the winter of 2027. Her prominence and position as a scientific world leader of the future began to tap her energy.

In 2030 The World University was established in Lucerne. Affiliates from all academic institutions recommended their most brilliant minds for enrolment regardless of financial or social status. Skuld was invited to the opening ceremonies in September.

She was checking into her hotel when a cold wash of emotion brought her to her knees. Skuld knew her mother was dying.

A tragic and fatal hiking accident was occurring in the hills of Arizona. Aunt Sara was Skuld’s grounding to all that she believed. She was her conduit to the Universal Energy Source. Mother and daughter had achieved a spiritual unity that spanned distance and time. As my aunt drew her final earthly breaths at the foot of Cathedral Rock, she spoke to her daughter over the miles. Urging Skuld to seek comfort and strength of Oma’s presence, Sara’s essence passed on.

Apologies having been expressed to the University Skuld immediately made her way to her home in Sedona. On her arrival Dwight, grieving the loss in his own way, was packing to escape to Costa Rica.  

She arrived in our home wearing a backpack and with her arms clutching a ceramic urn close to her chest.  

In those days we lived as a multi-generational unit. Our grandmother's space was the barn's loft on the hill at the property's edge. The rest of the family lived in the main house on the shores of Schooner Cove.

Skuld embraced my mother, clinging to the female strength of family. As their embrace relaxed, Skuld asked for Oma. Yearning for the company of our grandmother, Skuld headed up the hill. Oma, her long skirts swirling in the wind, barefoot in the grass stood waiting. Bathed in the soft, warm light of late afternoon the pair disappeared into the barn.


A serene silence fell upon us as the sun blazed its journey over the horizon. From the porch I could see candlelight in Oma’s window, shadows passing now and then.

Skuld woke me at dawn. Tousling my hair, she smiled, looking more like the person I had seen on the news. In my favorite big comfy chair she and I sat in silence as the sun rose in the east over the cove. Our connection felt easy and ancient.

Skuld stayed with us for one year. Fascinating and engaging she embraced our family and became one of us; sharing birthday and holiday celebrations, helping me with my studies and my mother with the running of the household. 


Snow fell heavily that winter. At Christmas, our Norfolk pine was adorned with decorations of our youth accompanied by those passed down through generations.  The tradition, enjoyed by all, began with Oma placing the three ceramic doves on branches while she reminisced aloud the stories we heard every year of Christmases past. Skuld was quiet that Christmas Eve, missing a similar tradition, lost in memories of her own.

The celebration of the New Year 2031 was heralded with fireworks over the cove. Friends gathered in our home that night. Skuld was gracious. She welcomed and chatted with our guests. Animated descriptions of her travels and adventures spun an atmosphere of hope late into the night. I lay on the floor before the fireplace, seeing in my mind’s eye the scenes of places I hoped one day to visit for myself.

I celebrated my tenth birthday early in February. My parents presented me with a platinum locket. In my room that night Skuld asked me if she could give me a special gift for the locket… some of her mother’s ashes. Aunt Sara too had her birth in February. 

Later that week, she woke me just before dawn of February 8th. She and I snuck away to the little beach in Black Point. There she spread the remainder of Aunt Sara’s ashes over the frozen white sand at the water’s edge. 

A full moon threw a golden shadow across the bay. We spoke not a word. Yet in my mind’s ear I could hear my aunt telling me I would travel; but it would be here I would return, to my grounding place. Shivering with emotion and chill, Skuld and I returned to the Cove and our warm beds.

Winter gave way to spring easily in early March. The ice receded from the cove to allow loons and mergansers space to float by the dock. Purple buds erupted on the trees, tulips and daffodils bloomed and the garden’s crab apple trees displayed fuchsia blossoms. Days grew longer. We celebrated with fresh fiddlehead soup and homemade wine steamed mussels. Our family’s sailboat was launched in May giving us all the opportunity to feel the wind in our hair and bask in the magic sunset light of St Margaret’s Bay.

Skuld purchased a telescope and mounted it on the deck of our grandmother’s loft. During the Spring Equinox I peered through the instrument. She told me that I was able to see an alignment that had not occurred in two thousand years. I did not appreciate it at the time, for the star alignments she described did not fit the pattern of anything I had studied.

The following two months were magical. My mother, Skuld, Oma and I began a nightly routine of swimming in the waters of St Margaret’s Bay. Every night during the summer months the four of us dove into the moonlit water and swam. My mother had never been so radiant and so entirely happy. My father watched from his perch on the balcony of his office.

One September evening we paused, floating on our backs in the moonlight, the phosphorescence sparkled around us. A  small whale joined us for a moment in time. At first I was afraid seeing the dorsal fin break the surface in the shadow of the moonlight. 


With the animal, Skuld and Oma disappeared from the water’s surface. I reached out for my mother’s hand, feeling her reassurance that all was well, as if she had been waiting for this moment. My memory is of an overwhelming wash of peace and understanding as Oma and Skuld returned. 

The whale breached in the silvery shadow of the moon then left us, a sweet song filling the silence. This mystical experience is always with me.

Skuld was gone from us the next morning. She left as she had come. Her backpack casually hanging from her shoulder, a furtive backward glance, a wave and she disappeared down the lane. 

I was not with her again physically until Oma passed into the next dimension in 2052.