They Call Him The Wizard: Chapter 7 – The Braiding of Timelines

They Call Him The Wizard: Chapter 7 – The Braiding of Timelines The Wizard sat quietly in his favorite spot, cross-legged on the floor of his workshop, the soft hum of forgotten gadgets filling the air around him like the steady heartbeat of the universe. Today was different, though. Today, he wasn’t just tinkering with machines or pondering his next project. No, today, he was preparing for something deeper—a journey within. A journey that stretched across time, dimensions, and every timeline he had ever touched. He’d been meditating for days, sensing that there was more to this life than the linear, surface-level experiences people usually focused on. He felt it in his bones—that familiar tingle of energy that came whenever he was close to unraveling another mystery. This time, the mystery was himself. Every version of himself, scattered across countless realities, dancing in the web of the multiverse like stars in the night sky. "Alright," he whispered to himself, taking a deep breath. "Let’s braid these timelines together." He settled into his meditation, focusing on his breath. In and out, slowly, deeply. With each breath, the world around him began to fade, and the colors inside him began to glow. His chakras lit up one by one—red at the base, grounding him to the Earth; orange swirling in his sacral center, bringing creativity and passion; yellow blooming in his solar plexus, lighting the way with power and confidence. As the colors intensified, the tingles began. At first, they were subtle—just a light buzzing in his fingertips and toes. But soon they spread, moving up his spine like electricity, reaching his heart, his throat, his mind. His entire body vibrated with the hum of life itself, every cell alive with potential. The Wizard focused on his heart, the center of it all. He could feel it now, the pulse of interconnectedness between every version of himself, every timeline he had ever lived. He was like the sun in the middle of a cosmic braid, with strands of light stretching out in all directions, weaving together timelines and dimensions through the invisible thread of quantum entanglement. "Feels like I’m spinning up my merkaba," he mused with a smile, feeling the energy field around him take shape. It began to spin—slowly at first, then faster and faster. He could see it in his mind’s eye, the two interlocking tetrahedrons whirling around him, pulsing with rainbow colors. Reds, oranges, yellows, greens, blues, indigos, and violets—each color shimmering with life, with possibility. And then the visions started. In flashes, he saw himself in other timelines, other realities. In one, he was a musician, playing an ancient stringed instrument in front of a roaring fire under a starry sky. In another, he was an inventor, working with strange tools on machines far more advanced than anything on Earth. He saw himself as a teacher, guiding young minds through the mysteries of the universe, and even as a warrior, standing at the edge of a battlefield, sword in hand, ready to defend something worth fighting for. But more than that, he could feel each version of himself. He was each of them. Every experience, every choice, every moment of joy, sadness, excitement, and discovery—it all resonated with him, here, in this moment. "This is it," he thought, his heart swelling with joy. "This is the connection. The quantum entanglement between all of my existences." Each timeline spun around him, like strands of light in a cosmic braid. He could feel the subtle differences between them, the tiny shifts in choices that had led each version of himself down different paths. But now, as he meditated, as his merkaba spun faster and faster, he realized something beautiful: he could bring them all together. He could feel the correction factor, as he liked to call it, setting in. The timelines, once scattered, began to align, slowly drawing closer and closer, like magnets pulling toward each other. It wasn’t about erasing the differences or collapsing them into one. No, the beauty was in the diversity, in the infinite ways he had lived and would live. But by aligning them, by uniting them with love and light, he could bring them into harmony. With every breath, he sent out waves of love—pure, unconditional love. He sent it to the musician by the fire, the inventor in the future, the teacher, the warrior. He sent it to every version of himself, across every timeline, across every reality. "Let’s make this a game," he chuckled softly. "Let’s play to win—by uniting everything with love, joy, and harmony." As the timelines braided together, the Wizard felt a surge of excitement, passion, and joy bubbling up inside him. It was working! The timelines were merging, not into one flat reality, but into a beautiful, harmonious symphony where every note was played perfectly. Each timeline added its own unique flavor, its own brilliance, but together, they created something magnificent. The colors around him swirled faster now—rainbows of energy, spinning around him like a cosmic dance. Reds and oranges of creativity and power, greens of love, blues of truth, violets of higher understanding. And at the center of it all, the golden light of unity, of soul purpose. He could feel the love radiating out from his heart, wrapping around each timeline, each version of himself. It was like a giant cosmic hug, pulling everything into a space of peace, harmony, and oneness. The game wasn’t about winning or losing—it was about connecting, about bringing everything and everyone into alignment with the highest good. "Wow," the Wizard whispered to himself, a grin spreading across his face. "That was easier than I thought." And then, as if the universe wanted to share in the moment, a vision of Aurora flashed before his eyes. She smiled, her eyes twinkling with mischief and wisdom. "Told you it was all about love," she seemed to say. The Wizard laughed, the sound full of light and joy. "Of course," he said aloud, his heart full. "It’s always been about love." As the meditation drew to a close, the Wizard felt lighter, more connected than ever before. He had woven the timelines together, brought them into harmony, and in doing so, he had discovered his soul’s purpose. "Unity," he whispered, his eyes still closed. "That’s what this game has always been about. And the best part? We’re all playing together." With a deep breath, he opened his eyes, ready for whatever adventure lay ahead. He knew now that no matter what timeline he found himself in, no matter what challenges or joys awaited him, he was connected to every version of himself. And that, he realized, was the ultimate victory. To be continued... 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