Time Travel, Consciousness, Twinkeys, Love and Pleasure by Hillary Raimo

It’s all about brainwaves.
What fine tunes you.
How you are fed and what you thrive on. In that spirit, I offer you a short story.

Once upon a time in a land right at home, there lived an old man who had spent his life chasing superficial things. Shallow and warm, he faced himself every day. Drama and negativity ruled his mind. It kept him from finding his twinkey.

You see, love is the only thing that alchemizes your biochemistry to create the twinkey, but this old man had forgotten this wise and ancient fact. He hid his true self and shut down his creativity on purpose to meet his daily requirements of a society not fit to stir his muses.

Every day he woke up and off to work he went to pay bills in a system meant to enslave with debt. He did not see the miracles surrounding him. They shimmered just out of reach. Some days he would believe the visions he saw, but most of the time he didn’t.
He slept with whores. Getting off in just enough ways to keep him content. Each time he sank a little deeper into the quick sand of self-hate.

His consciousness was covered in muck. Numbed by choices and misunderstandings, he grew hardened, his sight weakened, and he could no longer hear the wind.

One day while driving on the same road he always drove, there was an anomaly. She was walking with her back towards him. Her hair hung wild and loose. Determination was her stride, knowing where she was going. He pulled up along side her and asked her if she needed a ride. She turned her head abruptly at the interruption in her journey. He slowed down, and she headed for the passenger side.

“Where are you from?” he asked.
“I’m from tomorrow.” she said.
He thought immediately she must be crazy and needed to be returned to some mental hospital somewhere close by because obviously she had escaped. He tightened up in defense. His body rigid and stressed. His blood changed in the fear and his thoughts began to stir frantically to make sense of it.

She knew she couldn’t reach him in this state. He was closed to her. She had to increase the love and change his blood. If they drove past the site while he was in fear, it would change the world. They didn’t have much time. A very short window.

The old man sat there in silence thinking maybe he’d fuck her. As he felt the chub grow between his legs he imagined her naked. What a sight he bet that was. He had her right where he wanted her, and he planned on enjoying it.

She knew he was thinking of her in a sexual way. This was this eras error. Most, if not everyone, was sexually dysfunctional. Pornography had shaped the minds of humans in strange ways in this time, and womens true power as the twinkey had been obscured intentionally. She knew what she was going to have to face coming here. Ready she looked at him, and wondered when was the last time he was really loved?

“Do you know what a twinkey is ?” she asked.
Now he knew she was a psycho. Crazy bitch. I should kill her and dump her on the side of the road.

“Huh?” he replied. His chub growing a bit harder. She might be crazy but she’s pretty he thought. His sexual energy growing in waves.

“A twinkey is a substance inside of us that we produce under certain conditions biochemically. It has the ability to make you feel and look younger. It gives you better sight, both outwardly and inwardly. It opens the channels in time and allows you to cross it releasing healing properties in the body and healing ailments. It creates a stronger psychic connection between people. It is a design in the human genetic code that stirs the rejuvenation of your cells. A twinkey is created like a bridge in the presence of two people. Each person opens the other, a safety precaution and cause for relationship.”

He looked at her sideways. “Lady are you trying to fuck me?”
She laughed.  The sight was just up the next hill. She had very little time.

“When was the last time you were truly loved?” she leaned closer to him.
“I was married for 35 years.”
“Did you love her?”
“I don’t believe in love. She made me breakfast everyday. She kept a clean house. She was a good woman.” he sighed as if confessing no.
“Was the sex deep and satisfying?”
Now he knew she wanted to get fucked. She must be a hooker. He remembered he had ten dollars in his wallet. Maybe he could get a blow job for that.
She could read his thoughts.
She wondered if she’d make it. He was deeply entrenched in his programming. He didn’t see her properly to engage. He would just try to have sex with her instead of opening his mind to her.

“For the twinkey to work two people must be in agreement to engage. It is not sexual unless it becomes sexual. It is not about fucking. It is a state of love that reaches deep into the body, where your biochemistry is activated. I’m not a hooker.”

He looked at her funny, how did she know what he was thinking! Who is this lady! He planned on dropping her off at the next gas station and he’d be on his way. This crazy bitch. Why did this kind of thing always happen to him he wondered.

“Because you’re meant to help save the world, and you can’t do it if you don’t change your mind about how you see things. Your fate is intermingled with the fate of all people. How you choose to conduct your relations with others is the key to changing everything. I’m from the future. I came back to teach you how to find your twinkey.”

He was thoughtless for a moment. Just long enough for her to see it. She might make it she thought. She looked up just in time to see…..

To be continued.








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