"This is home, Ymunio!"

In the 25th or 26th century I'm apparently born in South America as a boy named Ymunio. "Ymunio Ciavez de Francia" is my name and I live alone with my father off the grid in a beach community. I can never get over how detailed I can recall living as Ymunio. The salty wind coming off the ocean, the cold saliva that accumulates on my breather, the cartoon frog that home-schools me from our living room. The way my bare feet sink into the sand every day on my routine walk to the gas station. How I always trip over a certain bundle of white cables buried in the sand. And how every day I promise to avoid them but I always forget.

Channeling this identity never gets old. So many details. I could fill a book. Not to mention that any further curiosities I have about that lifetime I can remember almost as easily as I remember 20th century USA. Apparently my veil of forgetting has come down completely now. And I can feel now the cyclical nature of reincarnation.

At some point in this life (21st century USA) I paint or draw a picture of my father standing in the doorway of our new prefabricated home (25th century Chile). I know this because the instant this happens in that lifetime I am overwhelmed by feelings of deja-vu. This is just after the home is dropped into place by a giant crane. The house looks like a giant sea shell, just like all the others around it. Father stands in the front doorway and looks in. Then looks out at me and shouts, "this is home, Ymunio!" and smiles his big toothy grin.

Every weekend when I stay up late and blog, I progress to this life naturally before I go offline. I want to tell everyone what that lifetime is like for me. I think it's almost time for me to create that picture of my father. As far as I can tell, Ymunio is my final incarnation and my most advanced state of being from this perspective. So it's Ymunio's identity I want to shortcut to any chance I get. I'm tired of incarnating. I want my business here to be finished. Several times I've tried to progress beyond Ymunio but I can never find any other lifetimes. Just strange line-drawings, geometrical shapes forming and dissolving on a blank background. Maybe after I finish my life as Ymunio I just dissolve into energy. I like that idea.