Time travel to Egypt part 4
My Egypt time travel lasted much longer than the promised three hours. My second week already and I am becoming an involuntary historian of the most exciting experience I have ever had. I have enough information accumulated to write not one but several books, but who will believe even an iota? I am a time traveler! I never told them that I will be the sole beneficiary of their story, if I don’t take the Gate into account of course, she will squeeze my mind for every bit of information. They opened their souls to make me and my own timeline humans aware of the deed and work they were doing in Egypt, and the kind of moral evolution they wanted to shape. They were aware of the past interferences which affected us in such a bad way, interferences we never had any idea that ever existed. They were trying to teach the people of Egypt love as the most beautiful experience in the Universe. Aton was created as a unique God impersonating an abstract thought and they tried to spread his acknowledge as far as possible. They liked their “job” yet still they wanted to return to their world as Earth was taking a toll on their health.
Unfortunately I couldn’t help them. I tried to ask the Gate but she never answered the call. One day he looked at me and the sadness on his face just became deeper. “Seems that you are leaving soon, the belt is activating.” I did not answer as I had no idea about its functioning. “I have one more question for you: Did we succeed?” He always seemed to penetrate my thoughts on every points of his interests and I probably revealed to him more than I intended, still he did not perceive the future in this respect, or he wanted a final confirmation from my side; his eyes followed, vaguely anxious, my slightest motion. I noticed the effort it had taken to ask that question.
I pressed against the window ledge, throwing a glance outside to hide an explainable pang of disquiet.“Yes you did, the monotheism religion you started is now everywhere on Earth.” I will never know if he was satisfied with the answer or if he understood the entire meaning of the words I used, but I couldn’t tell him that the philosophy of love he created was passed to the future by a barbarian nomad tribe never being able to fully acknowledge the beauty of it and that even after two major reorganizations, fourteen hundreds and two thousand of years later, it still does not fully match their initial intentions, but in the end I did not lie to them.
“I asked you to take me back”, I whispered to her. “I was in danger, they could have killed me for breaking rules which I should have known and I didn’t.”
“It was no real danger. We have more experience than you in calculating the risk.
You wanted genuine experience you had it, and don’t tell me that you did not enjoyed it; you loved every minute after the memory of the whipping had faded. When you are in this kind of travel you have to pay attention to the environment, understand it, and blend in, not attract attention. All the people around you were doing the same thing and a keen observer would have understood the obvious. You were too busy with the precious experience of enjoying fried fish. For every pleasure there is a price to pay if it doesn’t fit the context. Now, what really counts are good endings, not flawed beginnings; you are back safe and sane after an interesting philosophical journey. I hope that you fully understand what kinds of roads are open now to you.”