Adventures in Catlantus: Unk the Traveler 'Adventures in Catlantus' By C. A. Sabez© 2007

By C.A. Sabez

Unk is torn, if only for a moment, between her family and what she believes should be a ‘no brainer’ the desire to explore a new reality that reeks of challenge and excitement.
After contemplating a paranormal experience for days Unk manages to reenter a matrix made up of millions of particles that shimmer like spider webs in the early morning dew. The young girl is catapulted into Catlantus where an advanced Feline Civilization offers her the opportunity to explore the mysteries of the Multiverse.

• Language: English
• Publisher: BookBaby
• Release date: Jun 15, 2014
• ISBN: 9781483530475

Book preview

lives.

CHAPTERS

HOW TO GET THERE AND BACK

THE VIEWS ARE GREAT HOLOGRAPHICALLY!

CATLANTUS

BASIL RAMA~SETH

WHAT’S ALL THE MEWS ABOUT?

BROTHERS

MAGDALENA

THE ROUND TABLE

TWIN FLAMES

INVITATION

QUANTUM SCIENCE CAFE

THE DISCUSSION

FRIENDS IN THE MARKET PLACE

DREAMING

HOME SWEET HOME

SUPPER WITH THE SETI

TEST OF KNOWLEDGE

CURRICULUM FOR AN APPRENTICE

ZA` ROOTA~PHORA

SLITHERENA AND THE GATEKEEPER

JASPER AND THE NEW HUMAN TRAVELER

FRIENDS, FOOD & SCHEDULES

OPEN MIC AT THE QUANTUM SCIENCE CAFE

PERMISSION TO CLONE

CATLANTEON MEOWNAEROK

LE` ATRA~ANNA & THE CHILDRENS SCHOOL

REACQUAINTED

BOOK TWO WRITE UP

How To Get There And Back

Unk, an outrageously intelligent girl of 15 grew very bored, as she sat mindlessly playing computer games. She knew that the games were designed to busy the mind and would keep her from creating new paradigms; Adventures into the unknown. She just couldn’t seem to pull herself away.

Enough Already! Unk blurted out, awakening her Cats and Dog from their dreamtime.

The girl realized how easy it would be to waste another weekend at the computer and quickly brought her cursor to the close key. She stared at the screen, numb from the impulsive closing of the game and realized she hadn’t even bothered to save it. The girl wondered what to do next, as she continued to stare at the blue screen.

Unk mentally reviewed a handful of rather unappealing options:

Homework? Clean my room? Homework? Clean my room? She could clean her room. It was a disaster. Her Mom would certainly appreciate it.

"Naahh . . ." She quickly dismissed that idea.

Homework? She knew she could knock that off fast enough. It wasn’t as if she hadn’t been rehashing that material over and over since Elementary School.

What a bore!

Unk was in her first year of High School. The only classes that minutely challenged the girl were Advanced Math and Quantum Physics which she luckily got to take because of an IQ that was off the charts.

As you might imagine, she had no trouble breezing through her studies, creating many a boring moment at school, or as Unk so aptly expressed when her Mom asked about her day:

Just another day of E.A.B. Mom, which stood for Extreme Academic Boredom!

Homework . . . Definitely No! She could finish that tomorrow.

Unk continued thinking and staring, staring and thinking, becoming even more entranced by the blue blankness of her screen saver.

Transfixed, she began to drift, as if upon an ocean of mist. Shimmering pixels changed into Particles, forming into webs, turning into what looked like a Matrix decorated with dancing pinpoints of light. Millions of intersections formed before her eyes. She smiled to herself in sheer amazement.

Wow!

As the mist of Particles surrounded her, the girl’s Left Brain kicked in applying what it knew from her studies.

I believe . . . if what I learned in my Physics class is correct, I’ve uncovered a Morphogenic Field! A living field of Particles just waiting to be transformed into matter.

Awesome!

The gravity of that thought quickly snapped her back into the reality of her messy room. Sitting very still, Unk realized she felt a little dazed, slightly panicked and surprisingly ... super hungry. She looked down at her hamburger shaped alarm clock and realized that three hours had passed.

Amazing, it seemed like a moment!

Truth be told, she was a little annoyed at herself for snapping so suddenly out of her new discovery.

It would have been the perfect opportunity to experiment, but I ruined it by freaking out and not knowing what to create. Unk shrugged her shoulders and shook her long curly hair.

I’ll be better prepared the next time! The girl said out loud as she looked over at her Bearded Tibetan Mastiff, Hercules. His massive form had taken up the majority of her bed.

Let’s go make ourselves something to eat, boy!

Unk didn’t have to ask Hercules twice. He was off the bed, jostling her Cats: Nana, Little~Dove and Zen~Star~Fire. They glared in annoyance as the large dog bound down the stairs to the kitchen. Hercules turned back every now and then, to make sure his girl was following him.

The duo made their way into the kitchen and over to the pantry, where the girl began to assemble the ingredients she’d need for her favorite treat. She mentally checked off the items as she placed them on the counter: white bread, peanut butter and Welch’s Grape Jelly. Wait, no! Today is different and deserves . . . Smuckers Strawberry Jam!

Good old Smuckers, right Hercules? Hercules whimpered excitedly, drooling in anticipation. He waited as patiently as he could, while his girl made two sandwiches and got a large glass of whole milk from the fridge. She carefully cut the sandwiches into perfectly equal halves and stacked them neatly on a tray along with her milk.

After attending to the drool puddle on the floor beneath the dog’s great jowls, she wiped Hercule’s beard with a paper towel and gave him half a sandwich, which he wolfed down in one gulp.

Try chewing it the next time, Herk!

She quickly made her way back upstairs to her room, carefully balancing her snack with Hercules at her heels. Placing the tray on a small table next to her overstuffed beanbag chair, she plopped down into it with a whoosh. The large dog’s face was instantly nose-to-nose with hers . . . staring with unmistakable intent. Unk couldn’t help but laugh.

OK! OK!

Throwing Hercules another half-sandwich, the girl successfully distracted the dog long enough to scarf down a few bites of her own. Shaking her head, Unk watched as the large dog chomped and licked, trying to get the peanut butter off of the roof of his mouth. Then Hercules, in an unusual display of manners, jumped up onto the bed and left the girl to her snack.

Unk again began contemplating the evening’s experience.

Why . . . after a whole sandwich, am I still hungry? Could it be related to my recent experience? Could my body have pulled me out of the Morphogenic field due to a physical need like hunger? Maybe it was a physiological fear of the unknown that snapped me back . . . a flight or fight response?

What was it my Grandpa used to say? The girl contemplated the legacy of knowledge her Grandfather had left her.

Yes, yes! The body thinks that it is dying, when the consciousness is projected out and away from it. Hence, I created a craving for food to bring my consciousness back to it. Well, that makes sense!

Unk had watched The Elegant Universe, with Brian Greene, a PBS special on Nova and often pondered the relationship between the Creation of Matter, Unified Fields and Parallel Universes. She was sure that somehow this whole experience had something to do with it.

The girl after much contemplation, surmised one vital key . . . to utilize this Morphogenic Field of Quantum Potential, she would have to know what she wanted.

I should have been more prepared! Unk’s annoyance with herself for not knowing what she wanted to create still lingered in the back of her mind.

Wait a minute! She continued the one sided argument out loud, which was followed by a disdainful groan from the great beast of a Dog on her bed.

It’s not like I planned this experience!

Hercules groaned again. Suddenly, the budding young scientist knew the answer, a plan, she must have a Plan!

She went to her desk, grabbed her journal and continued to write out the variables:

Step 1:

Always have a full stomach before

Focusing on the blue screen!

Step 2:

Have a major heart to heart with the

Body to avoid any Physical Freak

Outs!

Example:

Listen body, I love you too much to ever

Leave you behind!

We’re partners in this New Adventure!

I need you to Record them!

We’re a Team here to Discover the

Unknown! Right?

Thank you for your Concern!

Want a Peanut Butter and Jelly

Sandwich?

Step 3

Know what you want to Create and

Commit it to memory!

Example:

A Portal for Traveling through Time!

Yes, a Doorway into the Unknown,

Where I’ll find a more Interesting

And Challenging exchange of

Knowledge!

I’ve got to be clear about what I want! Unk blurted out loud, and decidedly put down her pencil. She had followed all the vital steps, eaten her PB&J, had a pep talk with her body and this time she knew what she would create! Touching her fingers to the track pad, the blank blue screen signaled that her laptop had come to life. Unk took a deep breath staring intently into the frame, trying to squash the multitude of different thoughts that began to stampede through her mind.

"If I go through the Portal, how will I

Get Back?"

"Will there even be a Portal for me to

Come back through?"

That’s really important!

"Maybe I need to rethink this whole

Situation?"

Yada! Yada! Yada!

The doubts were coming, fast and furious. She was getting nowhere fast. She’d have to go back and contemplate what she hadn’t factored in.

In her frustration, Unk shoved her chair away from her computer desk; with journal in hand, she stomped back over to the beanbag chair throwing herself back into its well-worn surface. Pouting for a bit, she then came up with plan C.

Maybe I need to write a script cementing the way I want the outcome of my Adventure to be! Make it simple, like creating a Portal that would follow me once I moved through it. Then, all I’d have to do is turn around and the doorway would be right there for me to walk back into my own Timeline. She was onto something here.

More specifically, she thought. I’ll make it a Portal into the future, because if the Portal goes into the past, I may not know the things I do now. Then, I may not know enough to simply turn around and walk back through to my own time, or even remember what a Morphogenic field is!

After, a small pat on the back for her ingenuity, Unk began to write what she’d contemplated into her journal; detailing exactly how she wanted her Adventure to play out. She wrestled her way back out of the beanbag chair and resumed her post at her computer. She was ready. She was jazzed!

Once touching the track pad on her laptop, she found her mind was again busy chattering on and on and on with a million additional fears and questions! Unk was frustrated with herself and her inability to shut down those inner voices.

Enough Already! The girl shouted.

The girl slammed her laptop shut and threw herself onto the bed, giving Hercules a distracted shove to get him to move over.

What had gone wrong? It was so simple the first time! What changed?

She went through the variables repeatedly. As far as she could tell, she’d done everything right! Her head continued spinning itself into a confused tantrum, until finally she fell into a fitful sleep.

She woke up extremely tired the next morning. It seemed her brain had been working on the problem all night long and had no intention of letting up now.

The girl rehashed the variables of her discovery over and over again. Unk came to the conclusion that she was doing everything right, but her intuition kept telling her otherwise. What was she missing?

Why can’t I figure this out? Stupid! Stupid! Her mind was in overdrive and berating herself seemed like the answer.

Unk stared at the ceiling, showering herself with insults, until finally she heard her Mom’s gentle voice in her head . . . just like when she was a little girl. Her Mom calming her out of her tantrum with humor.

Maestro! A little Victim Music, Please!

Now this is silly! The girl laughed out loud.

Insulting herself was not going to provide an answer.

As if in agreement, her Cats: Nana, Little~Dove and Zen~Star~Fire jumped up on the bed and began their morning petting and purring session. Hercules stretched, taking more of the bed, which momentarily distracted the girl from the question at hand. Besides, she was tired of mentally ranting and raving; and in that moment of letting go, the voice of reason finally got its chance.

Plain as day, the girl heard the answer.

"When