Planet Plutonia

By Manny Mamuscia

From my point of view as the author, I would like for my readers to grasp the understanding that there is a Creator, call It by whatever title you like, and that everything in our world and the universes, is that It's all about change. So when change does come into your life, accept it without fear and simply deal with it as it comes along.
We, humans, can make change a wonderful part of our lives, without the anxiety coming in and controlling our lives. So, this is a story of our fears, or wants, change, knowing Creator does exist, as do other Beings which, are aware of all the above said, and know their duties to Creator and humanity, and all of life that may exist that we are still unawara of, as yet.
I would also like for my readers to know that we, the peoples have all the powers to manifest whatever we desire in our lives and our world - Earth! But first, we have to accept that the possibility exists, and then we have to work on that aspect to manifest whatever we want in our individual life!
There is at the least, one major rule in all of exsistence, though: Love is the strongest denominator which exists, and that is what we, the peoples, must focus on becomming - Beings of love, which means, "do onto others better than we desire for our individual selfs!"
This is a fantasy story of truth and fantasy mixed together to elicit what Creator desired me to evok in all humanity. This must be read from begginning to the end to to not miss some important part of the story. Enjoy, and make the changes that you know need be made for your life and those around you to become better than could be hoped. Aloha!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Trafford Publishing
• Release date: Feb 18, 2011
• ISBN: 9781426950407

Manny Mamuscia

Manny Grew up in Hawaii, the island of Oahu, with six brothers and one sister. After his parents divorced, he eventually moved to live with his mentor in Sunset Beach. There he lived near surfing legends, travelled all the Hawaiian islands, hiked them and swam the coasts of five of them. His teachings of Buddhism, and latter, Eckankar helped him to awaked to his spiritual destiny. He first started writing poetry from disparity, then short stories, his 'Dream Stories,' and finally his full length stories. This is his second published book, and in his books he writes to do his small part to awaken the peoples of the world to their spiritual destiny! He has found his destiny and some truths, and wishes to assist others to find their truths, also!

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© Copyright 2010 Manny Mamuscia.

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This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, names, incidents, organizations, and dialogue in this novel are either the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.

Printed in the United States of America.

ISBN: 978-1-4269-5039-1 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-4269-5040-7 (e)

ISBN: 978-1-4269-5041-4 (hc)

Library of Congress Control Number: 2010917780

Trafford rev. 12/01/2010

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Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter nine

Afterword

About the Author

DRIFTING NO MORE:

LIFE IS EVER CHANGING

FOR ME

NOTHING IS EVER CONSTANT

SOME THINK I LIVE IN ILLUSION

CREATED BY MY OWN FANTASY’S

AND IT START AGAIN

NEVER ENDING

IT SEEMS

I SLIP BACK IN TIME

SPEAKING IN POETIC VERSE OF OLD

THOSE TODAY DO NOT UNDERSTAND

IN THE MOMENT NEXT

I SLIDE INTO THE FUTURE

ONE I CANNOT TALK ABOUT

THEY WOULD THINK ME INSANE

SHOULD I DARE TO EXPOUSE

EXPERIENCES IN THE NIGHT OF DREAMS

TRIALS AND TRIBULATIONS

LOVE AND ABUSE

HAVE CREATED WHAT I AM

AS I SLIP INTO MY PAST

A TIME THAT WAS FUTURE

I RIDE INTO THAT PAST FUTURE

THAT IS ALL THERE IS

THE PAST THAT WAS FUTURE

WHERE I CREATED MY DREAMS

FROM MY PRESENT CIRCUMSTANCES

Chapter 1

The art of Soul traveling:

It was 10:00 p.m., and Joey was about to do his spiritual exercises, something he did every night. Doing this daily exercise was one of the directions given to participants of the path he followed, Eckankar, the religion of the Light and Sound of God. He had been through many paths in his search for his view of Creator, and he felt that this was his final path, after eight years of following Buddhism.

As he got comfortable in his chair, he felt the ache in his body from first his five mile run at six in the morning and his work-out of lifting weights in the afternoon. The Creatine he took to boost muscle growth and the Glutamine to repair his muscles were doing their intended duty to his body, and he was please at the results he was gaining. Joey was not one to disregard his body, his vehicle for his life journey. And he got himself comfortable. His slim and taught five-ten, one hundred ninety-eight pound body felt strong.

Now, on the first day of the month of June 2005, a new direction was given by the leader of his path: Sri Harold, the one chosen by the Varagi masters. He was now to sit in a chair with his feet set firmly on the floor, hands in his lap. He was directed to invite the Inner Master, the leader of his path, to be with him, to guide him.

The direction was to imagine a distant star in the universe and reach out toward it without straining or making a huge effort. This was a way to more easily Soul travel in his spiritual body; it was to be done in an easy, relaxed manner. Joey tried for a few minutes, sitting on his lounge chair, but he struggled with the imagining and decided to take his beach chair out onto his patio, where he could be surrounded by the beauty of all his potted plants. He had one palm that he would have to bring in soon for the winter cold; his green onions, which he had started by simply chopping the bottoms off of store-bought green onions; his beautiful bonsai, which he had now cared for twelve years, which he had bought in San Antonio, Texas; and all the rest of his assorted plants, some which he knew not the names of, even—they had just grown on their own, perhaps by birds carrying or the wind blowing seeds, or by Creator Itself!

He had gone out to his patio so he could look at the stars directly and choose one on which to focus his attention, and in so doing, to complete his spiritual exercise.

Sitting on his chair outside, Joey took several deep breaths of the cool and inviting air, which filled his lungs with moisture, life, and he chose one star far off to the left of where he was sitting. He started his mantra. He mentally invited the Inner Master to be with him, to guide him and bring him back safely, if he should lose his way and become trapped out in the universe forever.

Joey felt mostly frustrated, though, because nearly all the time while doing his spiritual exercises, nothing ever happened. He’d had his share of out-of-body and dream experiences, sure, and he’d changed much of his karma, he thought. He had become proficient in awakening into his dreams and change some Karma. He had also become more aware of his Soul, of which many of us are simply ignorant. He was becoming a person that he liked now. And on top of that, even his brothers and sister-in-law were now coming to love him, just for who he was. He felt this was a wonderful form of validation—that he had worked so sincerely to change his ways to receive their love without losing himself, who he is, and even more importantly, that they now returned their friendship, which he valued greatly.

Joey started singing his mantra. This time, he chose to sing Aum, instead of his regular love song to God, Hu. Hu, pronounced as Hue, is an ancient name for God. The mantra Aum is what the Buddha of historical note, Gautama Siddhartha, sang under the Bodhi tree; this is what history tells us, anyway.

Therefore, Joey started singing. His eyes were closed, and he now centered his attention upon the Tisra Til, otherwise known as the THIRD EYE, which is located in the center of the forehead, between and a little above the eyebrows. Joey then imagined in his mind’s eye the star he had just chosen as his intended destination, and in his thoughts, as was directed in his spiritual book, he reached out toward the big and bright star. He did this gently, as instructed, in an easy, non-hurried manner. Joey imagined he was standing on the chosen star—his star now—and suddenly, there he was, on his star! But, he soon realized his error that instead, he was standing on a planet.

He had excitedly hoped for this to happen, but he really had not known if it could or would happen, this time. But here he was now. He was thrilled at what he had been able to do. And then the Voice came into him and said, What we have done together, my child. You have excelled in your effort!

And then the Voice was gone. Joey found he was by himself, but never alone, never apart from Creator! He smiled again at the Voice, which had silently been his guide since he was a child. The Voice had always been there for him, but he often ignored the wisdom given him, and that had created many obstacles, some severe.

Now, as he looked around, he started to take in the planet’s appearance for the first time. Joey started the imagining from his mind’s eye, from inside of his Tisra Til, and then he began his creating, as this was the direction he was given as this month’s exercise.

As a Soul traveler now, he had started on his path to becoming a Master and a creator—just creator, never God, the ultimate Creator Itself! No one, he knew, could ever progress above the ultimate Creator.

Things started taking form. He focused strongly now on what form he wanted this planet—his planet—on this plane to be, so he thought carefully yet intensely. He wanted it to be similar to Hawaii, with lush fauna and oceans.

Suddenly, what was a drab, dry, colorless, and just plain dead planet began to come alive. Colors appeared, brilliantly vibrating. Joey then saw that this was a planet of water. There were not huge lakes and oceans of water, as he had initially desired, but it was filled with small ponds everywhere. Their sizes ranged from a few feet in diameter to larger—perhaps twenty feet in diameter, with a few of the bodies of water being even bigger or smaller. They were different shapes and sizes, and around them, Joey began to notice that this planet was a virtual cacophony of many different types of plants. Some of the plants appeared to be edible, and others, perhaps not.

He was now wondering if by some chance that he was the one making the planet come alive with plants and water or if it had already been that way and he just hadn’t noticed it right away. Perhaps, he thought, it is a combination of my thoughts and Creator’s thought and somewhat of the reality of this planets’ true nature. He did not have an answer come to him so he looked around in earnest now.

Joey then noticed buildings, which he assumed were probably the homes where the inhabitants of the planet lived. These buildings were built from a glassy, stone-like material that was so smooth and shiny, almost like marble, but shinier. However, when he reached out and touched one of the blocks, thinking it was marble, he found it to be soft to his touch. In stupefaction at the feeling, he then tapped it with a fist. He felt no pain. He hit it harder, and then one more time still harder, and nothing, no pain! Joey was intrigued now at this mystery material. He hit it with all the might he could muster, and considering that Joey was at one time a boxer, it was quite a lot energy he was swinging, and still, Joey’s fist felt no pain! The stone had not even a dent upon its face. "What is this material? he thought.

Joey went back to surveying the plants, deciding to leave the material of the buildings for another time, and he soon noticed what seemed like a tomato. But this vegetable had something unusual about its appearance; it was red, but a translucent red. It even appeared to have a translucent look about it, having what appeared to be another full, ripe plant in it. He was intrigued.

While bent over in deep contemplation while investigating the tomato looking plant, the sound of air whooshing by made Joey jump nearly out of his pants. The hairs on his back stood up like the fur on a cat’s back when confronted by a dog growling in its face. What the heck was that; some creature or a flying saucer, he thought. After all, he was on an alien planet. And he wondered, "What next?

Sure enough, it was a small flying vehicle of some sort. It seemed to hover just inches above the earth… or ground. He wondered what he should call the soil, being he was on another planet.

The next thing he knew, three short people were getting out of the saucer. He could tell instantly that two of them were women and one was male, probable a family. He noticed quickly that one gal was obviously younger and probably the daughter. And then he just knew that they were a family, and that the to women had very sensuous looks; they were both beautiful!

The father, well, he was rather ordinary in appearance from Joey’s perspective but, he also had a sort of look somewhat similar to Clark Gable