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There are three dimensions that define where we are - the dimensions of space. There is one extra dimension that defines when we are where we are - the dimension of time. For most of us that's the only reality we will ever experience, as we move around in space and time doing whatever it is that we do during this short visit to planet Earth.
Ella, a young middle school girl and her friends are about to discover that there are many more extra dimensions to explore, and that there are things in those dimensions that are alive. Sometimes, if you are lucky, or very unlucky, you will meet one of them.
Prepare youself for a journey into a very mysterious yet a very familiar set of dimensions, a different domain of reality, the Dimension Of Mind. Ella and her friends are there and you can meet them, but be careful not to let them know you are watching. That would be rude and they would be offended.
The TV hums softly, looping that familiar, tinny tuneâthe one that plays when a DVD reaches its end, circling back to the menu screen.
Itâs a sound thatâs both comforting and faintly annoying, like a song stuck in your head.
Ella rubs her eyes, frustration flickering as she realizes she dozed off before the movieâs climax.
Itâs her favorite, one sheâs watched at least a dozen times, but sleep always seems to win at these sleepovers.
Now officially thirteen, sheâs basking in the newfound privilege of hosting her best friends, Eileen and Roxana, in her bedroom rather than the living room, where parental supervision looms like an uninvited guest. Itâs just past 3 a.m.
The room glows faintly, lit by a combination of the TVâs flickering light, a small nightlight plugged into the wall, and the silvery glow of a full moon seeping through the curtains.
Eileenâs book light casts a narrow beam across her journal, where sheâs scribbling furiously, her pen scratching out thoughts sheâll never share aloud.
Roxana, curled up on an air mattress, is fast asleep, her fingers still loosely clutching her rosary beads.
Even in sleep, she clings to them, as if guilt lingers for not finishing her prayers before drifting off. Ella, Eileen, and Roxana have been inseparable since they were toddlers, their lives entwined like the roots of trees growing on the same block.
Their houses are as familiar to each other as their own, and their parents treat all three girls as daughters, a shared family woven from years of playdates, scraped knees, and late-night giggles.
Love and nurturing have never been in short supply. Each girl is distinct, their passions shaping their dreams.
Ellaâs mind buzzes with scientific curiosity, always chasing the why and how of the universe.
Roxanaâs faith anchors her, her devotion to her religion as steadfast as the beads she holds.
Eileen, meanwhile, dreams of a law degree but spends most of her time daydreaming about boys, her heart a tangle of ambition and infatuation.
Theyâre generous to a faultâeach would give the shirt off her back for the othersâbut theyâre not above swiping half a tube of lip gloss or bickering like sisters.
Their squabbles flare fast and fade faster, bound by a love so fierce itâs almost tangible.
Theyâre quintessential teenagers, teetering between maturity and childishness.
One moment, theyâre holding their own in conversations with adults, their wit sharp and their insights surprising.
The next, theyâre dissolving into giggles over something silly, like kids playing pretend.
Theyâre giving yet demanding, selfless yet occasionally selfish, and utterly lovableâexcept when they push their parents to the brink of tears. âWhat the heck is that?â Eileenâs voice cuts through the quiet, sharp and startled, pointing toward Ellaâs makeup table. âWatch your mouth, Eileen! Momâll hear you,â Ella hisses, squinting in the direction of her friendâs frantic gesture.
âWhat? What are you pointing at?â âThatâthat smoky thing in front of your makeup mirror!â Eileenâs voice rises, teetering on a shriek. A faint, shimmering orb hovers above the table, barely visible, like heat rising from pavement.
Then, as if sensing their gaze, it vanishes, dissolving into the air.
Roxana stirs, now wide awake, her knuckles white around her rosary beads. âElla, did you see it?â Eileen demands, her eyes wide. âYeah, for a second,â Ella replies, her voice steady but curious.
She follows Eileenâs gaze to the vintage Avon Aladdinâs lamp perfume bottle on her table, its ornate curves catching the moonlight.
âIt came out of that lamp thing!â Eileen exclaims, her excitement bubbling over.
âItâs a freaking genie, Ella! Youâve got a freaking genie!â âOr a demon,â Roxana mutters, her voice tight with unease. âI donât think it came out of the lamp,â Ella says, her scientific mind already dissecting the moment.
âIt was just floating there.â
âLetâs ask it for three wishesâone for each of us!â Eileen grins, undeterred.
âNo way,â Roxana snaps, her beads clicking as she grips them tighter.
âDonât bring it back.
Itâs probably evil.
Ella, you didnât mess with a Ouija board or something stupid, did you?â Ella shakes her head.
âNo Ouija boards.
Mom would ground me for life.
But just in case itâs something bad, letâs do a protection prayer.
I saw one on YouTube.â She folds her hands, her voice steady as she recites, âThe Light of God, surround us.
The Love of God, enfold us.
The Power of God, protect us.
In the name of God, is there something I can do to help you? Show yourselfâor leave us!â The girls scan the room, holding their breath, but the air remains still.
The TVâs glow feels too bright, too ordinary for the moment. âTurn off the TV,â Eileen suggests.
âMaybe itâs scared of the light.â âThatâs not a good sign,â Roxana mutters as Ella clicks the remote, plunging the room into a softer, moonlit dimness. Minutes pass in tense silence.
Then, slowly, a smoky figure begins to coalesce, its edges indistinct but growing sharper.
An image forms, shimmering like a mirage. âHello, Fairy Godmother,â Ella says, a playful smile breaking across her face. âThatâs not Fairy Godmother,â Eileen counters, squinting.
âThatâs Glinda, the Good Witch of the South.â âAre you two nuts?â Roxana stares at them like theyâve lost their minds.
âAll I see is some glowy, smoky orb thing.â âSheâs definitely Fairy Godmother,â Ella insists.
âI just watched *Cinderella* two days ago.
Itâs her.
Hey, Godmother, I donât have mice, geese, or pumpkins, and Mom would never let me go to a ball.
So what are you doing here?â A voice ripples through their minds, clear yet unspoken, like a thought not their own.
âYou can see me?â it asks, tinged with surprise.
Ella and Eileen freeze, wide-eyed, while Roxana lets out a small squeak.
âYou werenât supposed to see me.
I guess I messed up.â The voice continues, gentle but otherworldly.
âI am neither Fairy nor Southern Witch.
What you see reflects what you wish to see, shaped by the âvibeâ you feel from me.
Ella, you resonate with Fairy Godmother.
Eileen, you sense Glinda.
Roxana, your fear and your artifactâthose beadsâblock the illusion, but you still perceive my energy.
I am a traveler, a visitor from what youâd call another dimension.
Iâm here only briefly, observing three remarkable entities whose futures are⊠legendary.â
âLegendary?â Ellaâs eyes light up.
âYou mean us? Weâre going to be legendary? Are you a time traveler from the future?â The entityâs presence hums, its form flickering.
âTime and space, past and future, are constructs of your dimension, necessary for your experience.
In my realm, we move through three dimensions of time as you move through space.
Iâm never anywhere but here, never anywhen but now.
From your perspective, Iâm from the future.
From mine, Iâve merely stepped into another room.
Itâs⊠difficult to explain.â âBlah, blah, blah,â Eileen groans, rolling her eyes.
âYou sound like my physics teacher.
I say youâre a genie, and I want my wish.â âYouâre not afraid?â the entity asks, its tone curious.
âDo you often encounter inter-dimensional beings like me?â Ella shrugs, unfazed.
âWe watch the CW.
Spirits, demons, witches, superheroesâweâve seen it all.
Plus, we said a protection prayer.
Whatâs to fear? By the way, whatâs your name?â âI donât need a name,â the entity replies.
âIn my dimension, Iâm known by my vibrational matrixâa song that identifies me.
But if you need a label, call me Helana.
Iâm sorry, but I canât manifest material things here.
I only have energy to observe, barely enough to speak.â âWhat do we look like to you?â Ella asks, leaning forward.
âIs my vibrational matrix pretty?â Helanaâs presence seems to smile.
âI see a striking dark-haired girl with stunning green eyes, just as you see yourself.
All three of you are radiant.
But I also see your essenceâbright, shining matrices of life energy, rare and intense.
Your dimension is known for this energy, which is why many entities visit to feed on it.
Iâm not here for that.
Iâm here to observe and learn.â âI want my wish!â Eileen interrupts, undeterred.
âIf you canât give me stuff, how about knowledge? Whatâs my future? Who do I marry? Is he cute? Will we have kids? Be rich?â Helanaâs form shimmers with amusement.
âYouâre wise for your age, Eileen.
I can share knowledge, but itâs tricky.
The future I see may not be the future that unfolds.
Observing it changes it.
There was a timeline where you didnât see me, but now that you have, that timeline has shifted.
Your future is in flux, guided by temporal inertia back toward its original pathâor close to it.
I can offer probabilities.
Your first date, at a school dance, is dull, no spark.
You date five more boys before one takes your breath away, but you both change, and you divorce with one child.
Your second husband stays for life, with three more children.
But the more you dwell on this, the less likely it becomes.
Choose wisely, and you can forge a better path.â Eileen pouts, crossing her arms.
âYou sound like my dad, always yammering about timelines and paradoxes.
Heâs obsessed with UFOs and multiverse stuff.
So, in my ânot much differentâ future, whoâs the cute boy I marry?â Helana laughs, a sound like wind chimes in their minds.
âYouâre adorable at this stage.
Iâve given you probabilitiesâmaybes that might not be, depending on your choices.â Roxana, her voice small and tearful, speaks up.
âWhat about me? What do you see?â Helanaâs tone softens.
âAre you sure you want me to share your secret love with your friends?â Roxana nods, wiping her eyes.
âTheyâll find out soon enough.â âIn one probable future,â Helana says, âyou take a vow of celibacy, dedicating your life to your Church.
But other paths exist, with no consequence for choosing differently.
As always, choose with discernment to shape a future beyond what I see.â âElla, what about you?â Helana asks.
âDo you wish for knowledge? My time here is nearly done.â Ellaâs eyes gleam with pragmatic cunning.
âYou messed up, didnât you? You let us see you, messed with our timelines, and invaded our space without permission.
You broke some rules, right? My dad says knowledge is power, and youâve got a lot of it.
I think youâd make a valuable friend.
Your time here isnât over until I say so.
As a time traveler, you can return to your dimension in a millisecond, so my wish is for you to stay.
A long time.
Get ready for a journey with us, Helanaâour new best friend, our genie in a bottle.â âI need to go home,â Helana pleads, her voice tinged with urgency.
âYou have authority in this domain, and I canât leave if you hold me here.
I messed up by being seen.
Please, let me go.â âElla, let her go,â Roxana begs.
âShe doesnât belong here.â âNope,â Ella says, smirking.
âThis is the opportunity of a lifetime.
She knows things I want to know.
Helana, youâre staying in my genie bottle for now.
We need sleep, so weâll talk in the morning.â
Later, in the quiet of her room, Ella opens her diary, her pen hovering over the page as she processes the nightâs events.
Dear Diary,
Where do I even start? Today was the strangest day of my life.
If Eileen and Roxana hadnât seen it too, Iâd think I was dreaming and just hit the dismiss button on this whole thing. I have a real-life genie in my bottle! Well, not exactly a genieâan inter-dimensional entity named Helana.
Roxana thinks it might be demonic, and I get why sheâs freaked out.
Eileen just wants to make wishes, like itâs some fairy tale.
Me? Iâm torn.
One second, Iâm thrilled to meet this creature from another dimension.
The next, Iâm nauseous and scared out of my mind. I could toss that perfume bottle in the trash and forget this ever happened, but my curiosityâs got the better of me.
I need to know what Helanaâs all about.
What does she know? What can she teach me? Itâs late.
Iâll write more tomorrow. Goodnight, Diary.
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