When the experienced Fleet teacher Mikael gets himself tested, it's by double editions of one Sarcha. Sounds wacky? It's nothing against how comical it is to hang out with multiple Sarchas from different times.
Incomer
Sarcha is my newest incomer. She's not used to her capacity yet, she has it but getting rid of input social norms and assertions takes many years. She unfolds in the sense of a flower and a cabbage. Yes, so she's a blooming heart with everything in it and a head that has lots of unread written pages like leaves she hasn't unfolded yet. It's an art to find what you know before you know it. Remembering the future is a challenge. That's what I help her with. Courage and madness she herself has.
Parallel Selves
Sarcha has her own way of spending time with her parallel selves. Even though a parallel self is part of your self through the ages, you can hang out with them and be one with them too. Sarcha spends time with them and the one of Sarcha's part-selves that I've gotten to know the most is an incredibly eager dark angel. Lively and frisk as my light angel I wrote about in the book: "How angels want to be understood".
My old life
I have been a representative of the United Fleet's educations on Earth. This means that I have been involved in educating on the Fleet Telepathy Test. You are are given 5 different information points. Nothing shall be lost, added, distorted or interpreted. That means 20 possible errors on 5 points. It’s impossible for them to know about it beforehand. I pretend like nothing and then they sit there and wonder afterwards why I'm comparing to a sheet I wrote at the same time.
Sarcha's angel self makes me languid
My challenges I get from that wing kid are like being subjected to that test again. Each time, too. Suddenly, Sarcha can say over the phone that she (the angel that is) wants to say a few words. Yes, I can listen to that, I thought, and thought Sarcha would say them for her. But nope! What does the downy miss do if not come over to me to tell me while Sarcha waits quietly on the phone for her to finish telling me. Do I hear anything? Not one iota, I've got exam fright!
Dread for answers
Thus, switching to listen to an angel is a completely different communication. You need to be in rhythm with their wings. Be prepared for their pictures, their lack in experiencing time etc. Oh, what do you do then? Tells it like it is. I haven't heard anything but... And now we come to the trick... Starting without the slightest hint telling her what the wings said. And what do I get? The exam answers right after by Sarcha because she sees if her angel nods her head happily smiling or not, for every single point of information I tell Sarcha. Sigh!
Charming relation
I prefer graduates who don't put me in exam roles like that but instead conveniently present the answers to me. But I must not complain, they have a charming relationship, human-Sarcha and wing-Sarcha. And so, for example, I can enjoy smiling at hearing the dilemma of having a super-eager angel-self lying next to her, who wants so much on their shared night mission that you can't fall asleep. Lucky I don't have video calls on when she tells me. My smile wouldn't fit wirhin the screen. I like her-them-both just as much, and yes, all the others of her I don't know as well yet.
The missions
I can't tell you about her missions unfortunately. Not now but along the way you will get a picture of what Sarcha is up to. Just a little apropos, talking to yourself and getting good answers isn't so bad. Sarcha does it daily. And rightly so. Her answers come from her own futures. Of course they are different and have different knowledge, they have different bodies and are from different parallel times. But the Sarchas don't notice what I notice: Their charming personality is clearly noticeable through them (her) all. Now I'll leave it to Sarcha to tell you about herself:
Sarcha's story
I have worked closely with Mikael here on Earth since May 2020. He knew who I was, but I didn't know who he was. And, of course, thought I just "happened" to find him while searching for a book. The first contact was a "Hello from me!", along with a picture of a small lizard with big eyes peeking out from behind a leaf. The picture is as telling as his pictures always are, with humor and simplicity, he's kind of a little shy and doesn't want you to see all of him... yet. Since that day, he has been preparing me in little baby steps up to this day. My appearance. To tell you about my existence and what I do.
Over time, I have learned to really listen to what Mikael says. He is his parallel selves, from time to time when he needs to, and his voice changes a little bit and I listen extra carefully. If he notices that I'm being dragged into the wrong mindset, he's using the parallel selves, it's very effective. I stand like in attention, every time and he makes me understand. Everyone wakes up in their own way. In the way Mikael has given me knowledge during this time, he has made it possible for a gentle awakening in me. He has guided me into dealing with my part-selves. And then when my dark angel got the chance, she flew over to talk to Mikael herself.
On board the United Fleet, we know each other through my other parallel selves. One is a nature being, which with her approximately 50cm is reminiscent of a large pixie that is as quick to fill pint glasses as she is happy to dance. When I see her behind the bar counter, it's like standing in a normal-sized inn, it's like I've shrunk myself. This girl rarely sits still and always has something going on. But when Mikael is visiting, she too can sit calmly and listen to what he is telling.
In one of the futures, I also have a parallel self that is what you call scribe, she usually sits with her sister, when she writes the time in the future. So do I here, along with my dark angel. I have a place at home where we usually sit when we "write time". One day I felt like redecorating that room, but, no, that I could not, she said. Why not? That particular location is paired (like two portals) with their location aboard the Fleet. I'll try to explain.
When I sit at home on Earth and write with my dark angel, it is written at the same time by one of my parallel selves on the United Fleet. When what is written here is simultaneously written there, in the future, the future is written and rewritten by the past. When the common future is rewritten, it comes closer to ours and in this way we are written together. Like two chronicles side by side closing to become one. It is noticeable when what I have written here "has gone through", then she can e.g. give me a picture of people toasting in the small cozy servings on board, and I get confirmation that I have done the right thing. We speak to each other in pictures and feelings.
My dark angel and I are together every day, and night. In the evening we kind of have an ingrained routine, we watch a series or a movie and we take turns choosing what to watch. We can sit there until late, and when it's time for me to get ready for the night, she usually goes away for a while to come back just as I turn off the bedside lamp. Then we say good night and then we start talking about what our nightly mission will be about. In the morning, she is often off on hers, until it's time to make the bed, because then she wants to join in and then we usually talk about how the mission went.
During the day, I often sit in that special place and write, and next to me sits my dark angel. But it's not just us, several other members of the group are also involved in this important work, they are all equally involved. One day while I was sitting with my writing, I was so hungry for ice cream, so I went out to the freezer and was going to take out the ice cream... there was none. Okay then, I said, we'll have to settle and take it later. Back at the desk, my dark angel is raving about that ice cream, and I say we'll get more home later. Then I start sneezing, and again, and again. I run sneezing out to the bathroom for paper, and realize that she's been joined by one of my other part-selves, a gray angel... who happens to be an expert at tickling me in the back of my nose (with her wing) when she wants my attention. Okay then, I bike down to the store right away, for ice cream. Part-selves definitely have their own will even though we in the soul are really one.
Sometimes my dark angel needs to go away on something important, and she always tells me beforehand. The first time it happened, it felt empty when she wasn't here, and I thought about how long she would be gone. Only half an hour later she came back, and I asked what she had had time to do during that short time. Among other things, she had been to a long meeting with others from her home and they had worked out agreements regarding space travel. I mentioned this to Michael and he explained that half an hour for us can be about two weeks out there, depending on which plane you are on. Yes, nowadays it is nothing strange, this with the different times. But my parallel selves and I can't wait for us to share time together.
In the way that I and my parallel selves from different times work together, we undermine for all hindering villains. We search, find, investigate and expose. With combined force, i.e. me with several parallel selves, we are spot on. Our gazes go through dimensions from complementary directions and illuminate what wants to be hidden. I see the whole picture, and make my way behind the veil. The more resistance I get, the closer I understand I've gotten. And the more I unveil, the weaker the actor becomes. Gods and actors in the cosmos prefer to be hidden. Because then they can control and influence without anyone understanding what is happening. By exposing their activities behind the scenes of the dimensions, they are undermined. This is only possible when you work on several planes at the same time and for that you need collaboration between the part-selves.
Justice is a common thread in me through all my parallel selves. What drives me is equal value to all beings in the cosmos. My group of parallel selves are represented in lots of different times and in lots of places, in all zones, light, gray and dark. With wings and without, with tail and with fins, with branches and, yes, they all look different. That's what I call diversity and they all have an equal right to exist and be happy. They are all parts of me, multidimensional Sarcha. Now I am facing my new challenge, to be public for the first time as a human and with what I work with.