We watched an odd movie called Timer recently. It had the feel of an extended soap opera or a made-for-TV movie. The concept was that, as a result of a new invention, people had an opportunity to find their true love – that perfect person – by having a timer-strip injected into your wrist. The strip is visible, about two inches long, half an inch wide. On it is a digital timer ticking down to the moment when you’ll meet your true love, who will show up with his or her own timer simultaneously ticking down to zero–the moment of truth and true love.
Although the story was intriguing in a humorous way and the characters surprisingly believable, the concept didn’t seem very well thought out. For instance, the main character’s timer was blank. No explanation was given and she didn’t seem interested in a refund. Finally, when she wanted it removed, it wasn’t because it didn’t work, but that she didn’t want to play the timer game any longer. The clinician who was going to remove it confessed he had never heard of anyone doing such a thing. So apparently no one had their timer removed after their true love was found. Why not?
We also wondered why so many people would want a timer to lead them to true love. Timers were wildly popular and you were a dork if you didn’t have one. In spite of the plot flaws and obvious questions raised by a digital implant guiding, if not directing, your love life and future, we enjoyed the movie.
But as I watched it, I started thinking there was something somewhat familiar about the concept. Something from my past. At first I thought it might’ve been a story I’d read or maybe one I’d written long ago. Then I remembered.
Back when Trish and I first met, I took a course in hypnosis and started leading people – mainly friends and family – into past life regressions. I seemed to have a knack for it. Trish was my favorite subject because she was susceptible and imaginative. She had great past life stories, went very deep, and usually remembered none of it. I guess it was the latter fact, combined with the time the sessions took, that eventually led to her to decide that she didn’t want do it any longer. Essentially, we both stopped at the same time and moved onto other things – mainly our writing careers.
Somewhere in my closet I still have a notebook filled with notes from those regression sessions. One of them, interestingly, involved a true love timer! In that regression, Trish moved into an alternate reality. She had just met me – an alternate Rob – and speeding ahead we were making love for the first time when alarms attached to Rob’s bed went off, ringing loudly, filling the room with sound. Rob bolted up, and shouted: “You’re the one!”
Apparently, he had invented a gizmo that allowed him to monitor his compatibility with women that he bedded. The alarm had a variety of tones that allowed him to judge the level of compatibility. Apparently, nothing had ever happened even vaguely close to the alarming reaction set off by Trish’s appearance in his bedroom.
I mentioned that regression to Trish while we were still watching the movie, but she had absolutely no recollection of it. I’ll have to dig out those notes someday.
But what if someone hacked into your ‘Timer’? I’m with Gypsy, don’t need gizmos, funny concept though. But there again, perhaps they are inbuilt already by the guy or guyess pulling our strings.
I love this movie, mostly because I feel like the sister who isn’t destined to meet hers until her 40’s.
as an aside, everyone, marcus anthony had a great post yesterday about the personalization process now used by google et al and how it impacts upon us individually and globally – great post – check it out –
thanks for the tip. Off to check that out, Gypsy.
Ha,ha! What a giggle I got from this post, especially the alarms on the bed. LOLOLOL 😀
When I met Mark, it was like a mist settling all over me and Angels singing ‘This is it.’
Bells and whistles happened a few weeks later. 🙂
intriguing concept and even more intriguing story of you and trish, rob – however – i don’t think i’ve ever needed nor would i want any kind of gizmo gadget anything to tell me when i’ve met “the one” – i know – my heart knows my mind knows my body knows and they each individually and jointly send off their own alarms – there’s no guessing no measuring – but again, intriguing concept!
love ya’lls story! 😉
Leos never need gizmos!
I wish I had an experience like that in finding true love. I have had experiences where, when I met the people who would become close friends, there was an initial “click” that happened at the first meeting that let me know to take notice. This was true for both male and female friendships. I guess I need the sirens, bells and whistles for a love connection!
She’s out there somewhere, Nicholas. Your soul mate!
As an aside, throughout this current life among several “boyfriends”, I’ve never had one that was blond, nor have I ever been especially attracted to Nordic types. My hubby has black hair (now snow white) and dark brown eyes. All my BFs had similar coloring except one man who was definitely a soulmate with whom I was very close for more than thirty years, until he recently transitioned, and he had black hair and indescribably beautiful light gray-blue eyes. The only blond man in my life this go-round was my wonderful immediate superior who was chief of anesthesiology in Atlanta. He was tall, strawberry-blond, blue eyes. Looked like a young Donald Sutherland. In my dream, I KNEW the fellow, trusted him implicitly. He’s amazingly familiar, but I can’t pull his identity in and that is so frustrating! But how cool is it, Rob, that you and Trish found each other and that “alarm” which wasn’t really an alarm went off!! Talk about hearing bells!!
I just wrote a comment that is so aligned with the post that it’s mid-boggling, about a dream from which I’ve just awakened, but the comment vanished into cyberspace. (This is only the 2nd dream I’ve recalled sonce visiting the GA Guidestones.)
In the dream, I was in a school, time current, current ME, and a screeching siren began to scream, warning students to run to the adjacent storm shelter. I ran with hordes of other students across a grassy space between two buildings, then with them down lots of flights of stairs into what was apparently a very large safe space. The storm was then raging overhead. I suddenly realized I’d left my purse, and in it was something of extreme importance and value that I couldn’t lose, but not money. A young man appeared in front of me, very tall blond, and I reached out and put my hand in his and I said, “Hello. I’m Connie”. He took my hand and said, “Hello. I’m ?????”. I can’t remember his name, am that frustrates me right now! Anyway, he told me he was my soulmate and that he would go with me to find my purse, so holding hands, we went rushing back up the many flights of stairs, passing rooms of students doing various tasks; we ran across the grass through falling trees and thrashing rains and whipping wind, and the constant screeching storm-warning siren, into the other building, and began to search for my purse. As we searched I woke up, and lay in bed trying to go to sleep again and re-join my soulmate. Couldn’t. Came to the computer and VOILA! This post! I’m stunned!
Synchro!! What a cool dream, math.
When I realized Wayne was the one for me, I heard a clear high pitched bell. It seemed to come from inside me. Great story!
I like that- a high pitched bell!