That was insanity! If anyone goes to the day when Janice Olson says she had a horrendous day, with a happy ending, no one will see the whole thing. Besides, I remember, "Archie drove a yellow Hummer that, l somehow changed into a magically enhanced limousine, like a car in the Harry Potter universe".
Oh, according to history, a strange thing happened. Mrs. Olson was working in her garden, when suddenly, she was the shining empress of a perfect estate.
My husband and I looked at each other. As I looked at his shocked face, I saw my shocked face in his pupils.
We went back to the past, many times. "See? That wasn't Janice. That was me! I remember living through the nightmare. Nobody listens to me. I didn't reset the clock. I don't have powers. I can't create anything. I don't know why supernatural things happen". Stephanie became more and more hysterical.
(The following notes spontaneously came to my mind, as I reviewed this event)
1. The talisman - necklace that I always wore was shining. It sent out a beam of light that created the time-tunnel, which started to form around me.
2. I didn't notice anything strange this time, as I was getting scared and traumatized. Sometimes I do notice things, yet, I never knew that the problem was coming from the necklace.
I did not know that my emotions triggered the time-travel process.
I didn't know how the shifting realities happened.
The golden locket that I engraved was for something else. It was supposed to somehow keep track of my health and to summon help if I needed it. Why would it send me through time? No wonder I was confused, scared, angry, and more. Who wants to suddenly leave one reality, just to go to another one? Who wants to relive situations? How was I supposed to know what to do?
(Returning to the story)
Suddenly, Brooklyn Robarts understood something.
He pulled his wife close to him, to calm her. This also broke the "spell" on the necklace. They stayed in the same place and time. He decided not to tell her about the talisman right away.
"As I was about to tell you recently, I never thought you were a Goddess. Also, you never finished the coronation ceremony, to become Queen of this place that appeared out of nowhere at all," Brooklyn Robarts explained.
"There are so many guards, ..." Stephanie started to speak.
"I'm sorry to interrupt. We don't have guards. You've been sent through history so many times that you don't realize what's happening. Do you realize that you're copying yourself? Most of the first batch of your duplicates are little girls."
There was no time to make sense of what Brooklyn Robarts explained.
Suddenly, Stephanie was in her home, atop a mountain. She looked around at the glistening parqué floors, plush emerald green carpets, light blue walls, and the mahogany furniture. There was even a fire in the fireplace. Pictures of dogs, cats, people, rabbits, and more animals adorned the mantle, which was white and wide. The mantle's edges were wavy, like a huge plate.
The deep, plush, soft, and comfortable coverings on the livingroom chairs were heavenly. She sank into one chair, which supported her back. She sat up straight. It felt wonderfully perfect. Stephanie's whole body relaxed, as the stress and strains left her. "Ah, that's what I need," she sighed. With the chair's remote control, she could have heating, cooling, massaging, and reclining. She started to fall asleep in this chair.
All too soon, a clamor of voices startled Stephanie from sleeping.
"Stephanie! STEPHANIE!!"
I used the remote to get the chair back to the way I found it. As I got up, the seat lifted up to help me to stand. I went to the door.
There were so many people! I saw them through the windows.
I opened the door slowly. The noise and movements stopped.
"Welcome. Please form a line. Wipe your feet on the mat, and have a seat," I instructed, as if I knew what was happening. I still hadn't adjusted to the sudden change in time, space ....
As each person got to a spot, on the carpet, one's favorite chair appeared ready for one. The joy!
Also, the room grew larger by several feet every minute, to accommodate 50 people seated comfortably in all manner of seats.
"Okay. One at a time, starting with Stephanie, age 8, in the poufy purple plush chair. Next? Will be Brooklyn Robarts' age 32. Then, the next person or entity in that direction, as you go around the room."
As the information came, I took notes. This is the final list of reasons for today's assembly of people and other living beings:
1. I made a video to call all the homeless and lonely people to me.
I remember that one. I kept restarting and perfecting it, for hours. My location kept changing, so I thought that it was a dream. Well, there's a horrendous video of the whole mess. I don't know how anyone could follow me though time-machines. Fortunately, a nice 2-minute greeting was all that was sent to the population. I was able to melt the rest of the film, so the mess is gone for good.
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