Chapter Two
 
Santa saw changes in totality of Santiago’s outskirt as he journeyed home. The roads have been fully constructed to be motorable, health homes being built, decent residential buildings erected and schools everywhere. It was done on him how long he’d sojourned behind the bars. Santa imagined how ‘changed’ home would be, knowing well his mom’s lifestyle. Maria was the happiest woman in Santiago as she kept chanting the words ‘At last, I can see my son alive!’
 
 
Santa was right. His imagination was the manifested reality. Maria’s apartment was a complete turn- around from the way it looked all through his years leaving with her. The once-upon-a-time date-expired ceiling fan had a split-unit air-conditioner as the synthetic ventilator. The living room’s carpet was replaced by the labeled ‘G-R’ foamy red rug. Two

chandeliers were the replacements to the 60-Watts bulbs that illuminated the entire apartment. A 49- inch flat screen, home-theater television set had been mounted at the center of the living room that initially had next to no vision that could be televised. Four giant-sized, made-of-foam-and-plywood sofas have been positioned for comfort that existed with pure- wood benches. The kitchen was a sight to behold as Santa had to hold his breath. The touches of marble, the all-breakable and expensive plates, spoons, cooking pots, kitchen shanks and two gas cookers caught Santa’s eyes. ‘I never in my life imagined this would be here!’ he said to himself. Because of the closeness of the living room to the bathroom, Santa would have checked it but his mom was in there taking her bath. So, he proceeded to his room… He saw how beautiful his bed was. The very-thin sized bed he slept had been substituted for a multi- coloured, designed-with-rose-flower family sized bed. The room had the same rug type as the parlour but a smaller split-unit air-conditioner and television set.

But something seemed odd…The obscene images on the walls of the living and bedrooms. Santa saw X- rated images shown on the walls of the rest rooms--- the bathroom and two toilets. They weren’t there at the time. Santa knew his mother had taken prostitution to another level. That wasn’t all…He saw

that the living room had specially a designed transparent drawer and very-small bar store had contained heroin, cocaine, marijuana, cigarettes, highly-rich-in-alcohol drinks. As Santa moved round the living room and rest rooms, while his mother was dressing herself in his bedroom, having taken her bath, he saw condoms in the various disposable plastic buckets positioned at the edges of the living, bed and rest rooms. Santa couldn’t help but shake his head.

But he kept a good look to avoid Maria being worried. All these happened at about 5:00PM on a Tuesday, about thirty minutes Santa and Maria alighted from the taxi. Santa felt he needed to relax and take his time to file questions - as regards why the way he I - the crime trait to his mother. He would put his mother through a series of hard-nut- to-crack questions on Saturday - the day of the week when ‘she would,’ as Santa thought, ‘be free’. He was right!

In the meantime, Santa would take a walk around the area only to be distanced by members of the community. The people, especially parents and elderly men and women would instruct their children, juveniles, and even adults to desist from Santa

because of his staining criminal records and for the fact he was once an ex-convict. Santa, being good at eavesdropping, heard a barely 13-year-old girl, next- house neighbour, call her peers and point her finger to let them know the ex-convict is around.

‘Girls, this is Santa! He’s the ex-convict…We all know him!’

He stood still, having moved some distance from his open-space apartment premises to take a good look at her. Her and her peers quickly took to their heels inside and locked the entrance door. They couldn’t stare at his scary face for long. Santa remembered it was the same girl that, at the time she was about six years of age, would want him to play with her. But her mom would lightly slap her and say the words: ‘you stubborn child…mom has told you to keep away from this criminal. He will make useless! He’s nothing! Stay away from him’

Santa looked at the still-thatched family building and muttered in disappointment, akimbo-positioned; ‘Such is life.’ He summoned courage to move on and headed towards the Santiago Forest for sight-seeing.

Santa saw how more aesthetic it was; more trees, and the canopies blew fresh breeze of nature. He had to learn to endure the humiliation by his peers, young men and women, parents and the elderly as they gossiped about his past life and he, being an ex- convict, in their closet when they saw him work past them.

From Tuesday through Friday, Santa took his time to move through the length and breadth of Santiago outskirt not just for sight-seeing alone, but to get used to the new changes in the environment. He took his time to sleep very well; at least seven hours as he looked forward to when he’d engage his mother in a life-changing conversation the following day…

Saturday, 7:00PM…

Santa was suddenly woken from sleep by the music being played in the living room. He jumped off his bed to see what was going on …He saw Maria sing to the ‘I Love Sex’ song by Rodriquez. The volume was too high for the lost-in-the-music Maria to hear him. She didn’t even recognise her son was there! Santa

sought for her attention by walking straight to where the sound system was and switched it off. It was done on Maria someone was with her all the while…

‘Hey! Good morning!’ Maria greeted as she looked in shock. She wondered when her son walked in. ‘How long have you been here?’

‘Sorry mother…I have been here for not too long. It’s just that you’re the song woke me up suddenly’

‘You funny, Santa.’ Maria expressed, taking a thorough look at Santa, who was feeling very tired. ‘How can I grown man like you wake up at this time? Is this one of the things you learnt while in prison?!’

Santa felt a bit disappointed. ‘Mother, this wasn’t why I called your attention by switching off the sound system. I’m a changed man now. The prison has taught me life lessons…lessons I’d love to discuss with you.’

‘Sorry dear, pardon my manner of words’ she apologized. But Maria was a little concerned. ‘What do you mean by LIFE LESSONS and you intent to discuss them with me?’

‘Sit down, mother’ Santa urged, as he sat on the smallest furniture. Maria gently sat on her favourite furniture, the largest of them all. Sitting opposite, he cleared his throat. ‘Mother, it’s really been a while I last saw you. Of course, no thanks to my jail term. There has been great deal of changes since my sojourn behind the bars. This apartment has changed, the roads have changed and everything else. They’ve caught my attention. I went for a thorough sight-seeing activity a day after we got home from the prison and looked forward to when I will discuss this issue…matter of fact, one of the issues. I do not want to talk about the attitude of the community members towards me…nothing to write home about! There are two issues I’d like to discuss with you. Though the first one was never planned for…but the changes caught my attention. As for the second…Mother, we’ll have to look through this first issue.’

Initially leaning her back against the furniture, Maria had to put up a ‘serious’ sitting position as she stared sternly into her son’s eyes.

‘Go on. I’m listening’

Santa, now looking facially bright, began. ‘Mother, how come about the change in this apartment? Don’t get me wrong. I’m just being inquisitive about his change--- pardon me if I sound offensive. It’s just I want to know…’

‘I pardon you. I’m glad you’re asking this question. In fact, it’s normal. Let me start with the apartment. Can you remember the guy who got us this house?’

‘Yes…Very well…I’d recognise his face but his name…no’ Santa answered in eagerness.

‘Good. His name is Giorgio. He was, still and will be my number one client! You know well I was to pay back the debt, right?’

‘Yes’

‘Do you have any faintest idea as to how I was able to pay him, all through the years you stayed with me before your incarceration?’

Santa felt angered by Maria’s statement. Nonetheless, his smile covered up his frowny look.

‘Yes’

‘Giorgio offered me the opportunity to spend quality time at his place for two months…three weeks after you were arrested. Giorgio was so satisfied with the way I SERVICED him that he didn’t just cancel my debt but pay me about a million as a reward for efforts…to satisfy him beyond his imagination. Though he’s late now…But he will remain in my heart forever!’

‘Really?!’

‘Yes, my son’ Maria replied with passion. ‘He made me whom I am today…and’

‘And what?’ Santa interrupted. He looked around and saw the four waste bins, though emptied, but was quick to remember what they contained at the time he came back from prison - used condoms. ‘I see there were plenty of condoms, used cigarettes, and traces of heroin in those waste bins. A way of showering your clients with much love, right?’

Maria got angry. She decided to force the cat out of the bag.

‘You criminal…you ingrate! Do you know I was the one who, through Giorgio’s connections, got you out of prison with several release clauses met by

SHOWERING MY CLIENTS WITH PLENTY OF LOVE---CONDOMS HERE AND THERE! It was

this same Giorgio that had my bills paid when I was hospitalised for only-God-knows sickness, only to be told you’ve been incarcerated four days after my admission’

He saw he’d infuriated his mother. Apologising to her would be second to none if he wanted to talk further.

‘Once again, I’m sorry. That wasn’t intended.’

‘You’d better be! I worked myself out all through the years you were in prison to ensure you were released. Don’t remind me of the pains I went through because of you again, Santa’

‘I won’t, mother’ Santa assured. He turned his neck to the left and right with the use of his hands. ‘Mother, when I was in prison, I would ask myself WHAT LED ME TO BEING A CRIMINAL? I tried my very best to stay away from the habit of stealing and drug trafficking but they won’t just leave me! They have so become my second nature that all I think of is them! From the little you told me about father, how he died a couple of months before my birth, and resulting from what I learnt in prison, I’m compelled to ask again WHAT LED ME TO BEING A CRIMINAL? Is it

a trait in our family or something you personally were born with? Really don’t know mother…you really have to answer me!’

Maria looked up to the heavens. She looked down to see if the ground could open and possibly swallow her up. Maria looked side-ways seeing for help that didn’t come. She looked at her 23-year-old son, whose ears were itching to listen, with tears flowing like a river. Maria had no chance than to unveil her can of worms to him. But before the journey of the story to be told was about being taken, Maria sought for a companion

—the seven-inch Ron’s Cigar. As she lit up the stick, her story journey took off…

‘Santa, my life has been mixed with the bad and the ugly…Hmmm…Hmmm…My mother bore me in the toilet…Till this day, I don’t know who my father is! I grew up seeing my mother sell her body for money to care of herself and me. From the age of eleven, I had to hustle for my own daily bread. I grew up seeing my mother doing all manner of things to survive; stealing money and other valuables from her male clients… I never knew watching her doing those would eat deep into every fibre of my being.

At fifteen, I got into the business proper, having known the ropes of it. Of course, thanks to my learning by experience! I would have five male

clients at least and make some money off them. It got to a point where my sticky fingers would go straight to their trouser pockets and steal other things like their wrist watches, money and other valuables. ‘Like mother, like daughter’, as the saying goes, I was busy driving smoothly in the ocean of living-life-on-fast-lane voyage until some men of the underworld gave me the taste of my medicine.

I was not only robbed but raped by three masked men. My mother couldn’t hide the shame any longer: she threw me out of her lodge! I stayed on the streets for months but found out I was pregnant. Somehow, I good ‘Samaritan’ saw my plight and accommodated me at her place. The Good Samaritan was…Antonia.

It was at her place I gave birth to a baby boy …And that boy is…YOU, Santa. Unfortunately, it is a shame that I can, till this day, place my hand to who is your father...’

Santa couldn’t believe his eyes. It was done on him how he came to this world. He was so disturbed that he showed it by hitting his head hard with his bare fists.

‘So, this is how I came into this world, right? So, I’m a bloody bastard. Haha…I am a bastard! But you told me my father died before my birth….why this one?! Don’t know what to believe in!’

‘Santa, this is one story I don’t wish to remember!’

Maria left the house, lilting another Rod Cigar and smashing the door hard on Santa’s ears. She didn’t wait to even hear Santa’s ‘Thank you’---for her efforts in bailing him out of prison. Her action permantely buried Santa’s chance of unraveling what he remembered last; what he intended to begin the discussion with, ‘Mother, I got released on grounds of good behaviour!’ But his anger, resulting from Maria’s outpouring of condemnation at him, was the reason.

He angrily left the house too. After standing at the entrance gate for over ten minutes, Santa took a long walk to the Santiago forest. As always, he was kept at distance but was the cynosure of all eyes of the community members. Santa left the house at about 10:00AM and got to the forest 12: 00 noon.

The San-Amazona forestwas nature’s most friendly habitation in the whole of Santiago. Concentrated with large and very-tall ever-green trees, the natural breeze was a sensation of coolness to anything that fell under the canopies of the trees. The largeness of the forest had a lot of varieties of plant, animal and other living species in it.

Santa got to the forest, walked to the woods; lied down and started wondering, glancing at the enormity of the huge canopies; branches, stems, leaves and the suspended fruits. His thoughts wondered: ‘Why am I the way I am? Yes, I’ve been released. Yet, I want to steal! I really want to be loved by my criminal activity, past and present, wants isolation…What do I do? I’m very, very, very confused. Again, what can I do to stop this emotional menace?’

Santa was on the floor filled with natural leaves. He’d clean up where he would lay his head before asking himself personal questions. As he stood up to move aimlessly around the forest, he saw a strange plant. Santa, while growing up, would be taken to the forest, to get some extracts of marijuana, Cannabis and cocaine, alongside his mother and her favourite client, Giorgio. Santa reminisced what Maria told him the

day they went to extract some Cannabis: ‘Santa, whenever you see a strange plant…believe it’s the Tree of the gods. You know my clients and I have taught you how to rightly identify various plants and trees. But if there is anyone, you can instantly identify, believe it’s the Tree of the gods. Whether you like it or not, it’s up to you!’ Santa looked at the tree in its entirety - the size, the nature of stem, bark, leaves, and branches. He concluded: ‘This has to be what mother had said to me… the Tree of the gods’

He climbed the tree to get to where the leaves where. After picking some leaves, about seven, he climbed down and perched on the floor under the tree’s canopy. Like an animal, Santa chewed the leaves because he wanted to know what the outcome would be like and in his words, ‘Let me see the god in this tree. And if he is, let him answer me’. After chewing the leaves completely, Santa’s sudden weakness turned him to sleeping on the floor.

Something extraordinary occurred…

Santa saw himself being talked to by hologram-look- alike of himself. At this point, he realised he was in

space. The physical part of him had lost touch. Santa saw himself floating and getting ready to being talked to. He could see countless number of entities, human and non-human, moving about the space worlds, independently acknowledging the existence of each other. Santa felt strange at first. But somehow, he took a good look at his holographic look-alike, the giant-looking version of himself. Santa heard a thundering effect…an indication of what was to be…

The echoing voice of his holographic look-alike said: ‘Santa, I know you’re not scared. This is the higher form of yourself. I know you have toiled all your life to see that you are free of the addicted vices of stealing and drug peddling. You have been jailed for this and as a result of your experience, you have been abandoned by people who ought to be your very comfort. I understand your plight. But it’s not just understanding it alone that matters. It’s all about understand how to arrive at a lasting solution. This is all you have ever wanted. And I am here to lead you all the way to achieving it. Though it’s a lengthy one, but it will worth it as you will appreciate.

The Tree of the gods is actually a portal to other worlds where people like you get to access powers to help change their situations, hopefully for the better.

It goes beyond the dimension of the earth’s material peak. It is multi-dimensional. People get to find solutions by journeying through the world---where the solution to their problems could be gotten. By so doing, they can see their problems being as small as that of their world’s smallest seed. They have reached the multi-universe threshold---a realm where everything is possible. I will lead you there… and convey you to the very genesis of your problem--

-as encoded in your genetic blueprint.

We will have to break-out of the time matrix to see the REALITY of your problem. It is not really your problem for it didn’t originate from you. It’s something that had been from time in memorial. Do you know that your five – generation progenitors were all criminals in the form of thieves? Your mother’s and father’s fore-bears were all criminals too! Guess what? It didn’t just begin with them. It had started long, long before their times! Nonetheless, YOU are the one all energies would be focused on. But before this journey begins, I will have to put across certain things clear to you.

Time is a figured matrix mechanism that arranges the genetic blueprint in such a way that there is a beginning and an ending. Everything has been

defined by the yardsticks of seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, years, centuries, millennia, past, present and future. Yet, all is happening in the NOW. There is no such thing in this realm as seconds, minutes, past, present or future. There is always the forever NOW! Interestingly, you have the mentality of the NOW. So, it won’t be a difficulty to travel through the time tunnel of your genetic blueprint… the microcosm of the collection of infinite universes.

The time matrix has been broken temporarily. That is the reason you are seeing all manner of entities, which, ordinarily, under the influence of ‘normal’ material understanding, won’t be seen. You’re vibrating at the frequency---the point where you can teleport to any realm you deem fit. But that’s not the case!

You are about to witness the various lives you have existed in the form of re-incarnation; the process of your evolution from one period of existence to the other through the time matrix at various time loops of material existence. At material levels, we, the forever living souls, through learning and experiences, would come to the material world time and time again to ensure we make the impact that we

didn’t make in what could be termed ‘in our past lives’. Because of the time matrix, the limitations known as the past, present and future have all been brought in to make difficult the right path to correcting our past wrongs. No wonder souls who wish to return to the next life in the material world, having lived their previous lives, would need to wait, according to what the time matrix has in its arrangement, to effect the changes they so desire in their lives to come. They tend to carry the ‘mark’ of what had been in their previous lives in their genetic blueprint as a reminder to what their mission in their next lives would be. If they don’t do that, they would have to come to the material world, again and again!

Alas, this had been your case. You have been in existence for well over ten thousand years trying to fix what was first decoded in your genetic blueprint when time wasn’t in existence to now. Through the crest of time’s spared waveform of opulence as kings to the trough of time’s spared waveform of poverty, you have carried in your blueprint various ‘marks’ of crimes to all the lives you have existed. Yet, you are yet to put a lasting solution to them. Ever since the establishment of the time matrix, you will have to wait to exist at the various levels of time’s waveforms once in every two hundred years! At the crest of

time’s spared waveform of opulence, you have been in the material world for a total of 14 million years! The same applies to the trough of time’s spared waveform of poverty…Ordinarily, time traveling would take you eternity because it’s the time matrix has a timeless sacrifice which you cannot afford to pay! However, with the temporary time determinant, you can get the root of the problem definitely. 1, 400 years would have been the impossible 14 million years, if not the time determinant you have. The time determinant reduces to a one-ten-thousandth the time travel journey.

At the time’s spared crest of opulence, you have engendered crimes against humanity - your subjects in particular. By the time loop arrangement, you were mightily exalted as the head and your decisions were final. You took laws into your hands to maltreat your subjects. So, there reaction as decoded as the collective low vibrations of conveyed curses along with the reactive force of your decisions to enslave them, affected your subsequent lives at time’s spared trough waveform of poverty on which you spent the other parts of your re-incarnated self. Unfortunately, you didn’t just evolve---you refused learning and experience. Hence, the reasons for your come again and again!

But because you are at this portal, you now have the power to watch your re-incarnated self at the various time loops you have existed in the material world and correct your wrongs. Like a movie, you will watch it completely and because you have the time determinant in your hand and your third eye is well- active for positioning. The truth is: Life, or what it has been structured to be, is nothing but a movie. You can NOW rewind the time where the wrongs were committed and effect the exact. You will see that other events would take care of themselves rightly. And at the time’s spared trough waveform of poverty you have existed in, there will be positive corrections! In other words, it automatically ‘cleanses’ the crimes you committed when you were at the time’s spared trough of poverty.

Let us begin at the various crests of the material time loop. Effecting positive changes at the time’s spared crest waveformof opulence at the various time loops you have existed will correct the wrongs, ‘cleanse’ the crimes against humanity in your genetic blueprint as you move along the waveform through the use of your temporary Time Determinant in your hand.Counting the time’s spared crest of waveform opulence, you have seven time loops, or by the typical material

world’s time evaluations, seven kingdom reigns. The first one to correct is the one or what could be termed The Infinite Essence; then The LEAT Time Loop, The EIS Time Loop, B-A-N Time Loop, The AS Time loop, MP Time Loop, The ROCA Time Loop and finally, the BRIAM Time loop.

Sad to say but the truth be told, you, by allowing the habit of giving in to Threshold State, giving rise to the possessing Being of Polarity, permitted the orchestration of the time matrix to forever limit humanity but not knowing you will be locked in it. You have been coming in futility to the material world, over and over to correct this big wrong but had manifested itself as the various crimes you have committed at the time’s spared crest waveform of opulence and as a direct consequence, affected negatively your several re-incarnations at time’s spared trough waveform of poverty. Though you cannot break down the enormity of what you have created because that would involve you been locked in it, which, by looking at your life in the material world, you want to correct the wrong at time’s spared trough waveform of poverty. Maybe in your next life time, you may want to be the ultimate sacrifice!Then humanity would be ageless—time will cease to exist!

‘Life’, as it is said, ‘is about ups and downs’. That statement is an inspiration from the nature of your genetic blueprint through which, you, the consciousness, or the experience, Santa, had

journeyed in the cause of evolution. This is made possible by the time’s spared crest waveform of opulence and time’s spared trough waveform of poverty that have availed you the opportunity of learning and experience.

But as you are about completing your time loop journey, you will get to watch see something strange, all pointing to one thing: ‘You are not alone’

Note of warning: Please you MUST watch the movies completely. Else, time matrix will come in and you will be forever trapped in it! More important, I AM YOU and YOU ARE ME.

Let the time-travel journey begin…