The last chapter; about dancing; created the new chapters 2½ & 21⅓; which are "retractavely"; between regular chapters 2 & 3.

The last chapter; about dancing; created the new chapters 2½ & 21⅓; which are "retractavely"; between regular chapters 2 & 3.

Yes; previous chapter's events; haunted; and mingled with 2 sets of complicated adventures; that seemed to happen; between my arduous attempt; to get to the school; and well; attending first grade.

By the time; the new alternate lives; were completed; they were all forgotten. Someone gave me the potentially potent annoying amnesia anesthetic; that they use to tranquilize people. It comes from the Fountain of Youth.

I had two identities; that somehow managed to merge together; into one person; who was 18. They separated again; after solving the space-time dimensional disintegration.

I guess; one had to go through the events; which led to this part of the "memories" saga.

In other words:

The Stephanie; who was supposedly suspended so strangely in space-time stupidity; went on to my numbered chapter 3 (not webnovel's chapter 3).

The new 18 year old; was still draped unceremoniously over the supernatural desk of the ages.

Back up; a minute; or twelve.

Okay. Last thing I remember; I was running as fast as I could ; to the throne room. I was in the strangest state; of all of my reincarnation saga. I had to get away; from my family; as I was going crazy‼️ I could hear a vortex of various voices vie-ing for my attention. I could see and feel; different scenes; throughout the spasms of broken space-time ... .

I guess; I startled the people; who somehow rearrange places; and things; so that I can get to them, much more quickly.

The palace room; seemed so many times farther; than usual. It was a much different path; than; what I traveled; in other episodes; of my complicated life.

When I got to the desk; my mini me younger self; flew into me. We were one. With her focused and therapeutic mind; and countenance; guiding me; I was able to write specific clear and precise instructions; on how to completely cure the space-time ... of all of the ruptures; alternative histories; and everything else. I solved the space-time spasms and all of the stupidity. I was forayed, frazzled; and bedraggled.

The nurse poked me very hardly; with the sedation medication.

I was out; for the count.

My younger self; didn't feel a thing. (I know; as I was reminded; of "her" experiences; from that time).

I finally awoke; actually by myself; for the first time; in my haphazard; zigzag history-changing journey.

(I think; the other term; is worn-out; by now. )

I really fell over; onto the desk; which hurt; like: an accident like that should; on an authentic hard wood elaborately carved desk. I fell suddenly; and quickly! Boom‼️ I thought; that this was too much pain, for anyone to handle. my amazing armored amulet; sounded the alarm. No body came.

After a while; the nurse came, " Sorry! I'm Sorry! Your, oh skip it; you don't like titles‼️ I wanted to catch you, when you started to fall. I was whisked away; into darkness. I don't know what happened next. I got here; as soon as I could. I'm not sure. I think; someone was mad at me; for injecting my special river water cure into you. I think, they had jail; for me. They let me out. I was sweeping; with a broom. Everything was pitch black; the whole time; except for a crack of white light; behind the one who tried to grumble at me.

There‼️

She shouted. The last word; was triumphant; although; it was in the same anxiety ridden apologetic high pitched voice; of an extremely old person.

I was completely cured. I was not in any pain; or suffering. She gave me a bath; while she was talking to me; hysterically.

"I'm sorry I ever complained about you. I'm sorry I called you 'mad'. Thank You For Everything," I said. I was busily changing ages again. I also went through various sizes; from unbelievably extraordinarily microscopic smaller than an electron ; to the opposite: ... macroscopic ... giant; larger than the cosmos.

I don't know, how or why; I just sat in my age and size appropriate clothes. I don't know how long; I was in some variations of age; and size. Some transformations lasted for long periods of time; while others changed quickly; and randomly. I also had time when I grew steadily; with or without one or more changes to my age; and or style of dress. Oh. My hair often changed; with whatever age I was. It was not just the haircut; it was also the color.

In this way; the various reincarnated representatives really rotated though my consciousness.

I must have written that last like; already. The computerized phone; had all of the words in order.

Who knows; how long any of this lasted. After it ended; I was 35 again. Yup. 35, blond; and exhausted. I got up from my precarious pose; on the desk. Gee. Why did they put me back; like this? I was in more graceful; and comfortable postures; during my metamorphosis.

The only reason; for being this age; as opposed to; 18; was: I was married by this time; in at least one of my life times.

Brian↔️Brandan↔️🅱↔️Brooklyn Otto Robarts always ♾️Bryan

Do you remember; how; we met Brooklyn; not remembering; that He was the original form of Brian; before swimming to much; in the river; before; it was contaminated?

... .

👾Another one, who still was green, and glowing, said, "Pardon me, your highness. We haven't met. I'm (unpronounceable, Vitality of unpronounceable birthdate),

or Brooklyn Robarts, originally, of Brooklyn NY. I am actually, the Co-founder, of the Vitality Islands Realm Empire. My friend, Stephanie, is actually your niece,".

... .

He was talking to Shirley; who was also his mother; in all of his forms.

My mother; had to keep giving birth; to the same infants; over and over again. Even copies of the same kid; came out at once.

Why, and how, all this happened; is a mystery.

Did the "brain" in the wishing well; misunderstand that people didn't have to be reborn; or in a surrogate mother; in order to grow up "normally"; in this realm of precisely copied life forms; and items? The regular space-time rules; don't apply.

Whatever the reason; it happened to my mother; and what seemed like her sisters.

Only Shirley; had to go through child birth twice. Once in Brooklyn NYC; and again; in Vitality.

When I was eleven; I joined the family tradition; of being a midwife. I helped the mothers give birth. I did everything; for them. The doctor; was my aunt; who never had children. She just supervised; after I knew what to do; even in an emergency. I didn't perform surgery; until after my family disappeared.

Yes; that whole fiasco; is still part of my life.

Well; I have to tell you. By the time; I got into the midwife business; I knew; I was a princess.

The pregnant women; who all seemed similar; had paper bags over their heads; as they formed a large semicircle; in front of me. The men; who were the expectant dads; were absent.

I carefully removed the bags; from each lady. They all looked alike. At the time; I thought that; they were all sisters. The one in the middle; was my mother. I recognized her. As I was already "spent" or overly tired from ... . ( I hadn't done anything yet. which is why it was strange; for me; to be calm; and worn-out ; from anything.) I was not able to react ; as I looked into her eyes. She was crying. I softened. I hugged her. I waited; until she was much calmer. I hugged each of them; in turn. Something strange happened. all of a sudden; their was only one woman with me. She wasn't pregnant; either. I hugged my mom. My Father was there too; in his fake furs and everything.

As I relaxed in bed; that night; I had a weird alternative experience; about having the women; file into the room; downstairs; like they originally did.

I was angry. I forgot; all of my therapy training.

Knowing; that I could not calm down; in time ; I quickly walked out of the sound - proofed nursery, and maternity ward.

I pitched a royal fit‼️

When I calmed down, I was able to talk nicely; and respectfully; to my talisman. My "pretty" voice reached all over the Earth; in every direction; and in every dimension.

"This Is Princess Stephanie. Women should not have bags over their heads; and especially over their faces; for any reason . ... . The expectant fathers; should be with their wives; as the birthing process is under weigh ; or at least in the waiting room,".

"Hurray"‼️and other shouts greeted me; from far and wide. I continue to give my speech.

Even though; it actually took me "for the longest time" to finish my vocalizations ; No time passed ; for the mothers.

When I returned; to them ladies; the whole scene; was different.

There were little huts; dotting the large; newly carpeted floor. Each hut; was a customized hospital room; for the expectant married couple. (Fortunately; or unfortunately; these people; were legally wed). How did the babies' fathers get into those huts?

I was about to get started on the job; of helping the mother; while the father coached; when I got an Idea. "You're very old; and you should not have anymore children, " I said, as I looked at her head. I couldn't see clearly after that. Everything started to spin. I saw the nurse; with her syringe. Please; no. Don't stab me. I don't do well; with that stuff".

"To late, "‼️she said.

I went out like a light.

The reason; I had a fit was as follows:

I didn't have any prescribed mental health calming medicine yet. The right stuff; wasn't for human children. I forgot; about the Vitality water; that I had drunk; prior to the water poisoning. It made me something other than human. I still needed the medicine; yet; something about my new existence; let me take the medicine.

Whoops‼️

I could have taken it; in this overly complex childhood. That; would have been wonderful; except for certain side effects. Come to think of them; they don't exist in Vitality. They never did. I didn't have anything to do with things like bad after taste; and heartburn. The water naturally rejuvenates; repairs; and protects; among other things.

I don't know; when any of it was introduced to the pharmacies. Nor do I know ; if it had years of successful uses ; when I was born. Nonetheless; it didn't matter in Vitality. With the things appearing out of nowhere; from the future; anything existed; for anyone who needed it; in its best; non-harmful form ever. "My future self"; somehow saw to it; that only my approved items; could trickle; or fall; ... into another time. Some things were erased from history. I could not stop everything ; from coming; into another reality; by means of some space-time damage; ... .

Sorry. That Mess; was longer than I intended.

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I collapsed again; when I regained a real human form; once more. This time; it wasn't from the injection of water.

It was from the millions of years; that I somehow managed to cover; as all of my various voices and variations; combined; into one solid person. All of the memories; visited me; while I slept.

I was too busy in these "dreams"; to really get any rest. I don't know; why; it was important; for me, to live each life; in a certain order; as though my real body; were slumbering.

When I awake; I couldn't remember anything; any way. Plus; the millions of extra beings; which were hardly big enough to see; rose out of me; in a brilliantly shining effervescent multicolored multiculturalism of a dust cloud. Quite remarkable.

Drained; heavy; groggy; and ... .

A much older Empress Stephanie; lay in a heap; on the supernatural shining, glowing effervescent, and "living" desk.