Imagine the Future You.
That’s all I had to do to snap out of my misery: Imagine the future me.
I remember the day, I remember the hour. My wife had left for work, the kids were gone to school. I was sitting on the sofa and thought to myself: “What if the future me came back to help me today.”
The idea of time travel is nothing new. I had read that in order to do it, you need to travel faster than the speed of light. A human cannot do this presently, but what if we learn how to do it in the future? What if we can do it with our minds right now? What if the future me is a magnificent time-travelling celestial man!
So my imagination just went wild and the possibilities suddenly became endless. I was desperate for someone to come and help me. I had been severely depressed for 8 years, I was seeing a psychiatrist, I was heavily medicated, I had lost my job to this mental illness, disease, disability (whatever you want to call it).
I had prayed to God for help. I had asked my guardian angel to do something. I had even sent telepathic messages out into the universe begging the aliens to come and abduct me. I was stuck in deep despair, trapped in hell and had no idea how to get out. There HAD to be someone “out there” intelligent enough and caring enough to DO something!
So anyway, on that specific day in 2012, I decided to acknowledge the presence of the “future me” in my living room. I knew that the future me existed, since I was one, compared to who I was 10 years earlier. I could visualize how I would look like 100 years from now.
He (I) was a celestial man. Invisible to my current physical eyes, but very real. His body was similar to mine, but made of brilliant dark matter. He could travel through space and time, and even go back and forth from one dimension to another. And he loved me. 🙂
I could almost feel his presence (well actually I did, but that’s what happens when you use your imagination vividly). So I said: “Hi!” and he replies “Hello!” He walked to the armchair that was next to the sofa and he sat down. And we started talking.
This experience had an immediate impact on my psyche, even my brain. As soon as I acknowledged his presence, I heard a clicking sound in my head as if a switch had been turned on. It felt like my neurons had suddenly been rearranged or something. My thoughts became different and even reality appeared to have changed.
So I grabbed my laptop and started typing everything: our dialog. I asked hundreds of questions and he replied to all of them. The conversation just flowed, I didn’t have to fabricate the answers, I just heard them and typed. I can’t say it was automatic writing because I had control of my hands, but the answers just popped automatically into my mind even before I could verbalize the question.
I typed all day, and the next day, and it never stopped (well I stopped to eat and sleep and take care of the kids of course). Up to this day, I have accumulated thousands of pages of text of dialog with the future me, a celestial man.
Fiction, creativity, divine inspiration, imagination, fantasy, delusion, musing, awareness, spirituality, born again, faith, higher consciousness, I don’t know what it is and what it’s called. But I know one thing. After three months from the moment it started, my depression had evaporated.
I was able to completely get off of ALL the medication, sleeping pills and I waved my psychiatrist goodbye. It has been almost four years since that moment and I have never had to swallow another antidepressant again.
I cannot say that I am healed from depression, because I still get no pleasure out of the things I used to do like physical activity, socializing and eating. But I have found better: joy, peace of mind and a best friend (even though he might be imaginary).
I have found a new me who lives in new world and I am very happy with that. I feel like a world of possibilities has opened before me. I have hope for the future.
So thank you God, angels, aliens or myself, whoever is responsible.
Everything was given to me before I asked, all I had to do was acknowledge it.
(Image by Jack Haas, text by me)