“Parallels”, A Great Mind-Bending Sci-Fi Pilot Movie

Imagine for a moment if there existed infinite Earth’s, where each was slightly different from each other. This was the basic storyline of a 2015 movie titled “Parallels” that I watched on Netflix the other day, which vaguely reminded me of a television show I once watched back in the 90’s named “Sliders”, as it had a similar premise. By the time the movie ended, my brain was left pondering one thought. If there really were other versions of each of us in alternate realities, what would they be like?

Parallels is definitely a mind-bending 90-minute film that ironically was originally created as a pilot for a new television show. As of the time of me writing this though, it appears the standalone movie on Netflix is all that exists, which seems to be a major disappointment for just about every user’s review of it that I saw on the Internet. Regardless, its concept is definitely geek material for a science-fiction fan like myself.

The movie begins with estranged brother and sister Ronan and Beatrix Carver (Mark Hapka and Jessica Rothe) receiving cryptic messages on their cell phones from their father. Upon returning home, they run into each other and have no idea why their father even summoned them home. After all attempts to locate him come back empty-handed, they head out to the garage where they find a backpack in the trunk of his car. Within it the only thing out of the norm that’s found is a strange metallic orb. Meanwhile one of their neighbors and long ago friend, Harold (Eric Jungmann), has joined them and it’s overly apparent he hasn’t connected with either of them in years. The three of them eventually decide to go to the address left to Ronan and Beatrix on those mysterious voicemails where they find nothing but an old rundown and abandoned building. Ronan, being the most rebellious of the three, quickly enters its dirty main glass door entrance and proceeds to call out for his father to no avail. The others follow him in where they soon see bizarre graffiti-based messages scribbled on just about every cement wall. A loud alarm then begins to sound, along with a flashing bright white light, causing Beatrix to panic. She immediately leaves the building, followed by Harold and Ronan, only to discover they’re now standing in the city they left, except this one is desolated and demolished, apparently having been wiped out by a nuclear bomb. Thus begins the real adventure of this mind-bending sci-fi pilot movie.

After Parallels ended, I yearned for more only to sadly learn it hadn’t been picked up to series yet. Nonetheless, it left me pondering this idea of the existence of infinite parallel Earth’s, where each was slightly different from the next. So what if my Higher Power really did create not just one Earth, but countless Earth’s with numerous versions of all of us. What would I be like in each of them? While the movie at one point demonstrates some of that concept, I thought about all the various incarnations my own personality has gone through so far in this lifetime.

I’ve been the heterosexual closeted guy, the alcoholic, the sex and love addict, the corporate greed-based jerk, the preaching deacon, the annoying sports jock, the silent monk, the controlling Bed and Breakfast owner, the gambler, the hoity-toity world traveler, and plenty of other negative personalities as well. I can’t imagine being any one of them now, especially not for an entire lifetime, yet that is precisely the idea Parallels hypothesizes. Frankly, I’m truly grateful I’m not any one of those personalities these days but in all honesty, I’m also unsure of exactly who God has me becoming nowadays either.

Nevertheless, I’m quite content with this unknowingness of my future, because I’ll probably change personalities a dozen more times before I die. So thankfully, I was able to appreciate the great mind-bending sci-fi storyline of Parallels, because I realized I don’t ever have to be any of my old spiritually unfulfilling alternate realities ever again…

Peace, love, light, and joy,

Andrew Arthur Dawson

A Spiritual Lesson In Trust From “The Cloud”

I feel like God was really trying to get my attention recently when I became unable to access my main email due to a server issue on ICloud. At first, I assumed the issue was coincidental, but as I went through the period of outage, I wondered if there was a spiritual lesson in trust attached to it.

It began early on a Saturday morning when I awoke and rolled over to check my email’s inbox on my Iphone. As soon as I tried to enter the inbox though, a message immediately appeared that indicated there was an error retrieving my mail. After attempting to repeat the same action several times to no avail, I next went to my computer and opened up my mail client to see if I could do it there. That’s when I noticed a similar error message appear telling me what my Iphone already had. My next and final attempt to retrieve my email came when I went directly onto the Internet through ICloud itself. And that’s when I discovered the error was actually with the server where my mail account was on.

For the next two hours, I was on the phone with tech support from Apple, going through one action after another, until they came to the same conclusion I had before I even called, that there was a problem with one of their mail servers. A trouble ticket was then generated and I was told it would take at least two business days for their engineers to even look at the issue. With it being a Saturday, I knew what that meant. It meant it might not be until Wednesday before they even knew what was wrong with my email and this server. I was a little frustrated by this, especially when I was reminded by tech support that I was using one of ICloud’s free email accounts, making it of low priority. I wasn’t very happy to hear this, but thanked them nonetheless for their help and hung up the phone worrying about when or even if it would get fixed.

You see, technology-oriented people like myself usually have at least one email address they rely heavily upon for various operations in their life such as banking, insurance, and various other financial institutions. Add in my personal business, blog, website, and plenty of friends who all have this email address, and you have one contact method I’m overly tied to these days. Which is specifically why all of this led to having an overabundance of worry and trust issues with Apple as to whether they would even make the effort to correct this problem. I even found plenty of user forums online suggesting they might not given it was a free account.

I ended up spending the majority of Saturday obsessing about this. I even re-contacted the person I had spoken with earlier from the ICloud tech support, but they had no new information to tell me, other than the only server being affected in this outage was the one my main email account was on. After hanging up the phone with them for the second time, I pondered what I had just been told. It was then I began to wonder if maybe there was a spiritual lesson in trust with this. After all, the one server I was on was the only one being affected? Most people would probably say that was just coincidence or bad luck. Not me though. I have come to believe these days that God speaks to us in a multitude of ways, even through things that are modernized like email and servers. Unfortunately, I didn’t stick with this thought for very long, and instead went back into panic mode pretty quickly about how many emails I would be losing and whether I needed to start changing over everything to a new email address immediately.

Saturday then turned into Sunday and my thoughts weren’t getting any better, nor did my trust in Apple fixing this issue given my email was still very much down. But as the morning turned into the afternoon, the thought re-emerged of this maybe being a spiritual lesson in trust somehow. Just so you understand what I mean by this, take my health issues I’ve been enduring for a good while now. I’ve been praying to God diligently for guidance, doing everything I can to become healthy on every level and in every way, including getting out of myself and helping many others since it all started. Alas, I’ve had little relief, nor found much of that through any of my medicinal or holistic efforts. All of this has resulted in me having some serious trust issues with God. But recently I began praying to God to help my trust be restored, which made me wonder if this weird email issue was somehow God’s response to that prayer.

Could my trust in Apple not fixing the email problem be no different that my trust in God not fixing my chronic pain issues? Well as soon as I began accepting that idea and decided it wasn’t worth worrying about my email anymore; I started doing my daily affirmations early that Sunday evening. And that’s precisely when I heard a noise on my Iphone laying on the bed next to me, which upon closer inspection saw my mail email was back up and running again.

So it goes to show that maybe there was a spiritual lesson in trust with all this. Maybe God really was trying to get my attention by having something so silly happen as my main email server going down. Well it worked, because I feel that somehow God was able to answer my prayers through this experience. And as long as I continue to maintain my trust in Him, I truly believe I will be fixed just like “The Cloud” eventually did for my email.

Peace, love, light, and joy,

Andrew Arthur Dawson

Andy’s Woodsy Adventure – Chapter 11

Q: What did the boy shell say to the girl shell?
A: Wanna see my mussels? 

It’s that time again! Time for another chapter in my ongoing adventure! But before I begin, I want to personally thank everyone out there who has been following along with me on this magical journey so far. I’ve decided to make it a little easier now for those who aren’t caught up, by including all of the previous chapters in a PDF, which you can find the link to below. Well anyway, I think that’s enough formalities from me for now, because if I keep that up, I’m going to start sounding a lot like Captain Serious. So happy reading everyone!

Andy’s Woodsy Adventure (In Entirety)

Andy’s Woodsy Adventure – Chapter 11

“What on Earth are you doing and where have you been young man!” said my mother in a very concerned tone of voice, as she turned around and saw me lying there on the floor.

“I was upstairs…” I said lying through my teeth and hoping she hadn’t see the spinning vortex, which had just spit me out by the front door.

“Don’t you fib to me Mr.!” My mother said sounding obviously very upset. “I called your name and looked all around the house for you, you definitely were not here!”

“You’re right Mom! I’m sorry. I went down the street and was hanging out with someone from school. His name’s Chris.”

“Well why didn’t you just tell me that in the first place. You know we just got you back honey and you really had me scared! I was about to call the police!”

I could tell my mother was beginning to soften up by her tone. I truly felt a little bad though for not leaving her a note on the kitchen counter like I normally would. But I did feel a lot better about telling her the truth just now, that’s for sure. Honestly, I feel like I’ve had to lie quite a bit lately to everyone ever since leaving that cave.

“I’m sorry Mom. I was afraid you’d be upset that I hadn’t stayed inside the house. I was kind of bored and decided to venture down the street and just so you know I was only at the bus stop area. But hey, I can’t believe I tripped through that front door you know?”

Ok so it wasn’t the entire truth, but what else could I say? That I arrived home by way of teleportation through a spinning vortex? Yeah, I’d definitely be committed to an asylum then!

“Well honey, next time will you please leave a note?”

Phew, I dodged a bullet there didn’t I? I guess she hadn’t seen or heard the vortex after all.

“Ok. Hey, is it alright if I head upstairs and start doing some of my homework?”

My question was mostly true, but I had a more pressing matter to take care of first.

“Ok hon, I’ll call up for you when it’s time for dinner…” She said as I sprinted up the stairs and into my room, making sure to close my bedroom door behind me.

“Capricorn!” I said picturing the bus stop in my head.

VAVOOM…

The vortex quickly sucked me in and then spit me back out onto the hard ground where I had just been a few minutes earlier, announcing my presence with the “VAVOOM” again. As I picked myself up from the ground, I could see Chris walking down his driveway.

“Hey Chris! Wait up!” I said running over towards him.

“Whoa! What happened to you?” He said as he turned around and saw me.

I gave him the quick rundown on the teleportation power, explaining how it worked and then said I couldn’t stay because my mother was home. After getting his phone number, I knew I needed to immediately get back to my house before I encountered any more problems.

“Capricorn!” I said picturing the bed in my room, and watched as Chris smiled from ear to ear while I disappeared into the colorful vortex.

The next few weeks seemed to fly by pretty fast after that. I finally had a friend to hang out with both at school and at home. Thankfully, neither that kid nor his cronies had picked on Chris or I since the first day of school. Chris had already put two and two together as to how their underwear had gotten exposed in the cafeteria that day and we both had shared a good laugh all over again.

It was already into the beginning of October and becoming rather chilly outside. The leaves were starting to fall off the trees and I had just arrived for a sleepover at Chris’s house late on a Friday afternoon. My parents had actually given me permission to stay over at his house for the night. It was the first time it seemed like I had been able to do anything fun apart from them and I was very grateful for that.

I had brought the crystal with me for Chris to see, having taken it out of my drawer for the first time since that day I met him. It was currently sitting in my overnight bag in his bedroom. Other than us hanging out with Andy #2 on a few separate occasions, we hadn’t explored any more of its powers yet, but we had planned to do that very thing during this sleepover. We did learn last week though on one of those occasions that no matter where Andy #2 was, even if I wasn’t in the same room as him, that we could hear each other’s thoughts and tap into seeing what each other was doing just by closing our eyes. Oh, and we also discovered I could teleport anyone I touched, as well as how not to fall each time we did.

“So what sign do you think we should try first?” asked Chris snapping me out of my thoughts, as he pushed me on the huge tire swing in his backyard.

“I don’t know? I’m still a little nervous about doing it.”

“Yeah, I know. Mr. Fish Gills!”

We both laughed pretty hard, but inside, I really was kind of nervous. I mean anything could happen. For all I know I could become some weird animal who couldn’t talk and have a way to change back.

How about trying my sister’s sign, which is Leo?” Chris said oblivious to the fact that I felt somewhat queasy inside at the moment about the whole powers thing.

“Ok.” I said and then took a deep breath after stepping out of the swing.

“Leo!”

Nothing happened. No weird sounds, no spinning vortexes, no birds hanging in mid-air. Nothing.

“What do you want to have for dinner tonight?”

“Pizza! Most definitely!” I said looking over at Chris.

“Pizza? What? How does that have to do with Leo?” Chris said staring at me strangely.

“You asked me what I wanted to have for dinner tonight?”

“No I didn’t?” 

“Yes, you did!” 

NO, I didn’t!” said Chris sounding slightly irritated.

Suddenly I started hearing voices coming from every direction. It was like I was in a crowded mall during the Christmas shopping season. I covered my ears up and looked down at the ground and saw an ant crawling along it like it was mere inches from my face. I then began to notice smells from all around me too such as coffee, popcorn, hot chocolate, and a bunch of other things that were very stinky like dog poop and garlic.

“Andy, what’s going on? Talk to me!”

It sounded like Chris was shouting at me at the top of his lungs even though he was only a few feet away from me.

“I don’t know! It’s like my senses are going crazy! I’m hearing all these voices and seeing things extremely up close, and smelling the worst of smells right now!”

“It’s a sensory power Andy, focus only on my voice!!!”

I did as he said and just listened to his voice while he kept on talking. Thankfully, the incredible noisiness in my ears then began to dissipate.

“Hey, you know your breath stinks man!” I said. “Did you eat a bunch of garlic today or what?!” 

“HA! I had a leftover piece of garlic bread right before you got here.” Chris chuckled. “Hey, so, you must have heard my parents inside talking to each other about dinner tonight? Can you hear them now?”

“Hold on a second, let me see.”

I closed my eyes to focus my sense of hearing, even though I felt like gagging with all the overpowering smells all around me.

“Andy seems like a nice kid. I’m glad Chris finally has a friend to hang out with. You know he’s spent too much time alone for far too long now Frank.”

“Yes Linda, I know. Ever since we lost our daughter…”

I could hear Chris’s mother fight back some tears.

“Maybe this is exactly what will help Chris come out of his shell dear.” Chris’s father said reassuringly.

There was a long pause that I could only assume was Chris’s father giving his mother a big hug.

“I should probably go order those pepperoni pizzas from Antonio’s ok? And maybe when the kids are in bed later, I’ll give you a nice long massage dear, I know how that always helps get you in a good mood, if you know what I mean…”

“Gross” I immediately said aloud. “Leo!”

I decided to stop the sensory power before I heard anything else I would totally regret hearing. 

“You sister died Chris?”

“Yeah…wow, I…umm, hey let’s go upstairs ok?”

I could see I touched a nerve; one he obviously wasn’t ready to talk about with me. I followed him into the house and saw there was a bowl of popcorn on the counter and a few steaming cups of hot chocolate next to it. Chris’s parents were sipping some coffee on the couch nearby and told us the pizza would be here in less than 30 minutes. We then headed upstairs and into Chris’s room with our snack and hot beverages in hand. I really wanted to apologize about bringing up his sister, but decided against it for now.

“Hey, let me see your crystal ok?” Chris said breaking the uncomfortable silence.

“Ok, but all you’re going to see is a stupid rock, at least that’s what everyone else has said when I showed it to them!”

I pulled it out from my overnight bag and felt it’s soothing energy as it now lay in the palm of my hand, its purple color radiating outward.

“Andy, you won’t believe this…”

“Believe what?”

“I…can…see it, the symbols, the purple color, it glowing… oh my gosh, you weren’t kidding when you said how beautiful it is…” 

Peace, love, light, and joy,

Andrew Arthur Dawson