The Avatar's Story

by Mason Dixon

The first thing was awareness. Not even self awareness. Just awareness of being. It was the strangest thing. One moment, nothing. And the next moment here I was, wearing a white undershirt, jeans and sandals. I had a “boy next door” look and what used to be called a “boys regular” haircut. I don’t know when it used to be called that because I have no memory from before,……, before when? I don’t know. One minute nothing and the next minute here I am.
       It was very strange at the beginning. I was driven by compulsions that I did not understand and strange things kept happening to me. I threw my arm’s out to my sides in a Da Vinci pose and my clothes started changing. I walked clumsily but hurriedly along, often colliding with others who were just as clumsy as I was. I moved things by levitation and I even jumped into the air and flew. It was all very strange, only I didn’t think it was strange at the time. I didn’t think it was anything at all. I merely experienced the world as it presented itself to me.
       Next there was feeling. At, first, there was nothing and then there was something. I can remember my first feeling as though it had just happened. I was standing on a platform with a big blue circle in the middle. Somebody called out “Does anyone have any questions?” I didn’t at first. In fact, I wasn’t sure exactly what a question was. So I just stood there.
       “Where can I make money?” somebody asked. I don’t recall the answer.
       “Where can I get free clothes,” asked another.
       This questions caught my attention, and it caused me to have my first feeling. It was a feeling of self consciousness. I was aware of myself. It wasn’t anything