The Entropic Crystal
by Michael Mathiesen
PROLOGUE
"I say, 'Yes'. You say 'No'. I say 'Start' and you say 'Go, Go Go'. You say 'Good-bye' and I say 'Hello'. 'Hello, Hello'. I don't know why you say 'Good-Bye'. I say 'Hello.'" The Beatles.
"The Existence of God is irrefutable. The reason that God exists is still left open to question." Albert Einstein
Over fourteen billion years ago, just prior to the Big Bang, a extremely tiny irritation that lodged itself in God's mind. Like the oyster, the mind of God worried over the little irritant until a giant pearl of wisdom developed in his mind. But, unlike all other thoughts of God's mind, this tiny irritation was the chaotic swirling of Human Love. There had been nothing before like it anywhere in God's magnificent Creation. So, God, with his the far more pressing business, was unprepared to develop it much further. Then, one day, He decided that he shouldn't worry about it any longer and instead decided to launch it and deliver it freely unto his Creation and the small irritant of human love, was done. He dubbed it his entropic crystal because it was the single most chaotic force he had ever released anywhere before and he was curious as to see what would come of it.
At that precise moment of release the crystal made a large hole in the fabric of space time as it left the mind of God. The energy it released surprised even the Creator himself, knowing it would be chaotic, never realized the full extent of the chaos. So, God decided to pay special attention to this minor little development in his universe that is known to us today as the Big Bang and to keep track of all the wondrous things it would help to create he cast out a net that went along with every piece of the universe. It was made of the finest threads ever conceived. They were the threads of living consciousness and they all emanate from this singularity in space time that invaded God's mind, irritated it just enough for him to make the decision to launch all of this raunchy energy of life reeling and careening into space. It is one of these threads, actually two of them that this book is all about.
In my life, and as you will see also in yours, the Big Bang has had a special connotation because I always knew that somehow the energy in every cell of my being was still tied to this event, connected like some giant remote control. Except instead of managing the images on my TV set, it was managing the images of my life on Earth. And that someday, this same energy would be returned to that giant remote controller in the sky, recycled, reused, reassigned somehow. The evidence of that is overwhelming to me since everything else, absolutely everything else in the universe is recycled in some way. But, since this hasn't happened to me yet, I can only speculate at what might occur at the precise moment of my passing from this place, but I know with every certainty that can be imagined or grasped firmly by a human mind that it will be the most wonderful, mystical, majestic and serene event in my experience and that the best images from this great Remote Controller are yet to come.
These words that spit out noiselessly from my mind and into yours are streaming to you now from a tiny spot in Space that is at the convergence of all the threads of thought that are currently being followed by every intelligent creature in the universe. If you are reading these words, it is because you are an intelligent enough creature from this universe. You have a thread of consciousness and currently that thread is intertwined with my own. There are approximately 2.549 Trillion Trillion more threads intertwined with the one you're now reading and decoding right now because it is being rebroadcast through the facilities of the Entropic Crystal. More on the location of this point in space at a later time. You can only absorb so much at a time and we are limited in bandwidth by using this rather antiquated code of the English Language and one superficial, low-content word at a time at that.
You may ask why it is my intent to expose these two threads in this way, before they are completely unwound and returned to the source. Great because, if you didn't ask I would wonder about you, a lot. There's a reason for everything and the reason for this book will be obvious to you, but only by the end of the journey. You must follow very carefully the power of the threads of my life and one other and the power they hold over you as my reader and this may illuminate the existence on your own threads and how you can still get hold of them. You have to continue to read, continue pulling the threads of your own life until you reach the end of your rope. It comes for all of us. We come into this world on a thread of life, our umbilical cord and we leave this life on that same umbilical thread of life that leads back to the very first point in time when all life was created.
If you never get hold of your life's thread, it will run amok, interfere with the trajectories of other threads and become entangled and wild. In the end, with an entangled and corrupted life thread your soul's next journey through space time can be chaotic and wild and part of the great interference pattern. You don't want that. There's much evidence of all the interference patterns right here on Earth to know that this is true. However, if you are part of this world's conflict of energies, then it just amplifies on itself like waves in the sea and soon your soul can be part of a great Tsunami of destruction that plays out all over the Universe and you don't want that, trust me.
But, when you grab hold of your life's thread and it is the right one, then you are on the right path and the meaning and purpose of your own soul can be fulfilled. (The knowing that you have hold of your own life's thread is a Science unto itself and we will go into that in a later section, have no fear.) In that fulfillment is the greatest level of joy and happiness that can be known. This is because the Entropic Crystal, part of all threads, part of all souls emanated from the Mind of God. Who or what is God, you may ask and I wouldn't blame you for asking and in fact, I would be annoyed with you greatly if you did not ask. You have in fact asked yourself that question already in your own life, or you would not have made it this far. You need to know that this is the single greatest question of all time and will continue to remain so, forever.
The answer to that question is different for everyone. God is a wonderful and all-powerful enigma wrapped up in a puzzle that comes out of a conundrum that is steeped in mystery. This is a fancy way of saying that no one will ever know who or what God is entirely, but we are destined to know certain parts of God's Reality. The more we dig into this mystery, this wonderful conundrum, the more we are graced with just a smidgen of his power. The universe is one huge energy farm where God's thoughts and hopes and dreams can all blend and be warmed by the light of his realization.
If you want to visualize God's Mind and how it works, I like to use the analogy of the vineyard. In the mind of Creation, the original birthplace of everything, there are rows and rows of grapevines as far as the eye can see and each vine winds its roots deep into the soil of the Earth where it is fed with just the right amount of water and minerals to make them grow and the give fruit of the vine. But, in this vineyard and in this grapevine, there is placed a seed of life that is so powerful, so magical that when it is matured, this seed will begin to play out in visions, sounds, flavors and textures that mix and blend and smooth with all the other grapes on the vine to create the universe's most important vintage. When they have lived in the sun for a full season, and the thread of their lives has run its course, the Earth dry and brittle, the sun and rain no more, they are picked and cast into baskets their seeds will return to the wine-maker. And he will make his greatest wines.
The appellation of the wine-maker's vintage is a composite of the planet from which it emanates, the nearness to the star that was born nearby to give this world it's energy, the surrounding clusters of stars and the myriad of other threads from other planets, comets, jet streams and super-novae that intertwine everywhere in space/time to give the wine it's great spice and character. The flavor and personality of each individual grape and its seed is part of each vintage. When you stir and savor the wine in the glass, when you smell and taste it, each smell, each stir, each taste is different, yet they are always a wine that is distinctive amongst all others.
Your thread will be different, but for me, this is where my own thread is leading. As I pull it closer and closer to my own heart, it leads me here to this vineyard that the wine-maker put down in the Earth long, long ago. It is only now bearing the best fruit of my own season on the Earth and soon, there will be a vintage that will be known for all eternity as the vintage of my own soul and it will have my stamp on the bottle. There can be no greater thrill, no greater purpose than this. My thread leads me here to this place in time where all threads in the universe meet. For, I have been given a special dispensation that very few other seedlings ever get to see or know and that is the knowing of how and why we are placed here in this vineyard, at this particular time, on this particular world, in this particular part of the universe and for what particular purpose we may all serve.
It is this vintage, in this appellation that this book retrieves, you will have a taste of life like no others that you have known. If you care to experience these things, if you care to get drunk on this wine and unleash the deep powers of your great perceptions, you will read these words and hold each one in your mind for the split second that it takes for each one to catalyze with the others you have known and enjoyed to create the word's greatest wine of our shared illusion. Read on, my friend, drink deeply of this wine for it is rare and precious indeed. It is even more rare and precious that you have all come here at this time for all the threads of life are joining in one of God's greatest miracles. The union of souls, the great stirring of the wine, the great mixing and fermenting has begun into which it will be placed into the great storage in the cellars of time, from whence it will be released some years down the line when all perfect conditions combine and the wine master himself comes down to sample his vintage and then, perhaps pronounce the great uncorking.
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"She came in through the bathroom window. Or maybe it was I who came in through the bathroom window. I got myself a steady job. And, though she sucked her thumb in wonder, she could steal, but she could not rob."
That play on the lyrics of the Beatles, in their album known as Abbey Road seems a fitting way to begin this next section of my story. She did come in through the bathroom window in a way. She came in a way that I never would have imagined. I was unprepared and my life was empty when I first let my eyesight rest on hers. It was magic. But, then finally in the end, the love you take is equal to the love you make. And we made a lot of love, but in the end, I would not take it with me for the rest of my life. She came in through the bathroom window when I was thirty and left me when I was thirty-one. This was my best year of my life and no other year has matched it in any way or even come close and I've had a pretty exciting life, I might add, but nothing, absolutely nothing compared to her. Nothing ever will.
Chopin's Etude in E Flat Minor is my favorite classical piece of music, but the so-called classic musicians never put down any lyrics to their tunes. I like that in a way, and that must be the attraction of classical music, that you can interpret it in so many different ways. Every time you listen to it, you hear something else. You will interpret it differently each time because a different part of your life is attached to the tune every time you listen, especially if each session is separated by chunk of time.
Chopin's long and melodic Etude for me is a song of the soul. It is such a perfect piece technically and musically that it may even be the perfect representation of the human soul. I can think of no other artistic work that comes as close, other than the Beatles work, taken as a whole, over their entire career. But, that's a subjective thing for me because I grew up while the boys grew up and my impressions of the world as I matured were harmonized perfectly by their words and music. It was one of the oddest things in my life that whenever I had a new girlfriend, the Beatles had just released the song that would illustrate this girl to me or our situation perfectly, in a way I could never do myself. It was as though they were the libretto of my own life as an opera. They helped me watch my life unfold from an external point of view and that's what the Beatles meant to me at that time and even now, years later.
So, where my life starts is in a home in Los Angeles where I had never visited before. The lights were dim, the music low and the first thing I noticed was a line-up of beautiful young girls sitting all in a row. When I was introduced to the last one, sitting on a stool wearing a chocolate brown corduroy pant-suit, my life went into a spiral that has not stopped up to this point. My head was spinning, my ears were whining, my legs were shaking and my voice, well, my voice must have been pure and true somehow, because we sat and talked in to the heart of the long dark night.
"I once had a girl, or should I say, she once had me. Isn't it good, Norwegian wood. We talked until two and then she said, "It's time for bed." She asked me to say and she told me to sit anywhere, so I looked around and I noticed there wasn't a chair. She told me she worked in the morning and started to laugh. I told her I didn't and crawled off to sleep in the bath. So, I lit a fire. Isn't it good Norwegian wood."
We never noticed anyone else that night. The others at the party came and went in and out of that kitchen where we had our first fateful meeting. Everyone could see we were falling in love. The girl I arrived with tried to interrupt several times, but I forgot all about her. This meeting was something from a dream. That dream has not ceased in my mind. It lives with me and paints the background of every waking minute of my life as if I'm stuck there at that moment in time, at those physical coordinates on the GPS. I Google-Earth the spot every now and then and notice that she is not there. Her eyes are clear and bright, but she's not there..
Even as I sit here now, helping these words that trickle through my brain and onto the computer screen, her eyes haunt me. Her sweet lips are at my cheek, nibbling, caressing, whispering kind and gentle words of love and admiration. Yet, she is not physically here. I know where she is, of course. I've kept track of her from the day she left me, much to her chagrin. I know of the life she has had without me, but I don't know all the details of course. I can Google-Earth where she lives now and I hover over her roof for hours at a time listening to the conversations she must be having with someone other than me. He is the luckiest man on the planet and probably doesn't even know it. For another man to have her, for all these years, when it was my soul that went into making her what she is today is difficult, to say the least, but that's the way God wants it. That's the way God wants it to be.
"Good day, Sunshine," I tell her as I get myself up on one elbow to look down at her wonderful round face on the pillow next to mine. She's just coming back to life, slowly. I have no words to express what goes through my body and soul at this time. If you've ever seen the sun rise, if you've seen the moon rise, if you've been in love for a minute, an hour or a day, you know that it's real and that it happens to us all once, or if we're lucky, maybe even twice in the most magical moments of our lives.
"Good morning, Darling," she whispers, grasping at the first sounds of the day.
"I can't believe it's really you lying there next to me again this morning. I have to be the luckiest guy on the face of the Earth," I tell her lifting her walnut brown hair off of her eyes.
"You're lucky all right, lucky I don't bean you right now," she snaps, mugging me just a little.
"Bean me? What's that for?" I asked, innocently.
"You know what I'm talking about. Last night. You know." She says, sitting up slowly in the bed and resting her elbows on the bed sheets and then smoothing them over with her smooth, graceful fingers.
"I don't know what you're talking about," I said, cautiously. I was starting to come out of the haze now. Wait a minute. Do you mean when I said you were gaining a little weight in front of Sam and Patty?" I asked, sheepishly.
"No, that's not it, well if you can't remember what you did, then I guess I'll just have to make you suffer," she says, dryly with an effervescence of a fine champagne. She pouted in only the way a wonderful young woman can pout. She would put her lip just slightly out in front of the lower one, purse them together tightly, making the soft lines in her lips like the valleys of the moon. Then, she'd make her eyes wide pools of female essence.
I was falling even deeper into the abyss. There she was lovely, young and naked in my bed and I could smell her again. Her fragrance wafted up from underneath the sheets. It was like a warm summer breeze in the middle of winter. It was the wine of the Gods and I was the willing inebriant of her most intoxicating fluids. I drank in her magnificent mannerisms and her breathless, crackling patter whenever she was ready for me and whenever she was ready for me, I was instantly ready for her.
"Ahhh, Girl. Is there anybody gonna listen to my story all about the girl who came to stay? She's the kind of girl you want so much it makes you sorry. Still you don't regret a single day. Ahhh, Girl, errrl. When I think of all the times I tried so hard to leave her, she will turn to me and start to cry. And she promises the Earth to me and I believe her, after all this time I don't know why. Ahh, Girl, errrl. Was she told when she was young that pain would lead to pleasure? Did she understand it when they said, that a man must break his back to earn his day of pleasure? Will she understand it when he's dead?
Ahhh, Girl, errrl. Ahh, Girl, errrl."
And so suffer I did for nearly forty-five years now and still counting. She never sent me a letter. She never looked back. She only said, she was going and that was that. Her father never liked me so the family thing would have been awkward to say the least. I thought it was because of my previous wife who I had forgotten to divorce, but in fact it was only the way that I lead my life and I didn't ride a white horse. So, I called him a liar and he took her away from me. Back across the ocean and had her married in three. Months grew into years like so many rings on the tree. And, it wasn't for anything, really except here's the thing I can't do. I can't ever love another, because there is no other lover like you.
I tried to find her once or twice. But, when I did, she didn't even recognize me. Someone or some thing had poisoned her. She had forgotten everything I had said to her and she to me. She was strange and distant and unkind in a way I had never known before. I had nothing to do but wait. But what was I waiting for? I had no idea. Was I waiting for a sign from God? If I was, he made me wait a long, long time. I made my life as comfortable as I could and I found a woman who was good enough to me for a while and gave me two beautiful daughters. And, those days became one after another. My life was not my life, but the life of a character in a cheap novel. I didn't know that person and I wanted to skip the long difficult chapters, but they dragged on, page after page of delusional drivel.
So, I made it my life's quest to find a reason, not only why she left, but why we met. What was that all about? If God wanted me to have her, which I was certain he did at the time, and still do, then why did he take her from me? I know it was God because he sent a servant, an Episcopal Priest came and took her away. He said I had broken God's law and he put her on a plane and got her as far away from me as possible. But, I was persistent, sending her letters and smoke signals from across the planet.
I caught up with her once when she was married to another guy. We had tea. I don't know what on Earth I said. I was in a coma. I was sleep-walking. I was death warmed over. She listened politely and when we parted, she kissed me. I guess that was a sympathy kiss. She knew I was hurting, but instead of saying so, she just kissed me good-bye. It was a kind of closure of sorts because I didn't go back and now I wonder why. There was an interference pattern in the universe. They come up from time to time and they break your focus. I must have found someone else for a time, though I can't remember that now. At any rate, it amounted to nothing and I was back to being without her. And, when I went back to find her again, she had moved away.
"When I call you up, la, la, la, your line's engaged. I have had enough, so act your age. We have lost the time that was so hard to find and I will lose my mind, if you won't see me. You won't see me.
Time, after time, you refuse to even listen. I wouldn't mind if I knew what I was missing. Though the days are few, they're filled with tears and since I lost you, it feels like years. Yes, it seems so long, la, la, la, girl since you've been gone, la, la, la and I just can't go on, la, la, la, if you won't see me. You won't see me. You won't see me.
I don't want to stay. I don't have much to say, but I can turn away and you won't see me. You won't see me. You won't see me.
It seems so long, la, la, la. Girl, since you've been gone, la, la, la, and I can't go on, la, la, la, if you won't see me, You won't see me. You won't see me."
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Time after time, I have struggled with the notion that someone out there is playing around with my life like I am a mere puppet on a sting. Someone larger than life, someone in control of the universe, someone or some thing who has a hand on a giant remote control that he changes channels on every few minutes, sometimes paying attention to one of us and at another time watching someone else, and this person is watching my life, I can feel it. I can see and feel the hands of God in action. The only problem is, he's never always in action, sometimes busy with other channels, more entertained, more troubled, enjoying more action, but something takes him off of my channel every once in a while in random unpredictable patterns. When he's there watching out for my channel and all its implications, I'm good. I'm fine, I'm happy and all is well with the world. When's he busy watching someone else's channel, I'm lost, on my own, and I don't do very well in those conditions.
So, there you go. That's the theme of my little novella here. I want to chronicle the final days of my life and illustrate exactly what I'm talking about in the form of a proof. My life, or at least the ending portion of it, will prove that God exists, because if my theory is correct, God will alternately watch this channel and the events that it portrays on his tiny TV screen somewhere smack dab in the middle of his TV Land, and alternately turn his attention to someone or somewhere else in the universe and you will know, dear reader. For those interested in this little experiment, you will see the output of this data. There will be times when these words will predict his next move and there will be times when the fall flat. When they fall flat, it is strictly due to the fact that God is not around at that moment of my latest prediction, experiment or whatever, and it will fail.
But, when he's around, working with me here, on this screen, watching what I'm detailing and observing, you will notice that too. The world will be a better place in some small, but predictable way. A good friend of mine has taught me this valuable lesson in Science and this is where I am basing all of this work's determined direction. She said that she does not believe in God because there's no way to test that theory. So, this book is God's first real test. I believe that he is allowing this test to go forward, because it is time in our our evolution as a species where we are destined to learn this most important lesson in cosmology. So, if you are not interested in this life-long question, what I consider one of civilization's greatest questions, then you're reading the wrong book.
The Theory of this experiment is that the Entropic Crystal is not merely the figment of one man's imagination, that it definitely exists in real time, that it existed just prior to the Big Bang and was the single most important element that colored all the others that we have discovered and of which we are made.
Though, we can never find any solid evidence of the Entropic Crystal by direct observation, that is only because we are one of the integral and perhaps most important parts of it, but we can see the evidence of the existence of this crystal by simply observing the force that it exerts over our lives. My life has always been and will be NOW the guinea pig of the experiment you are observing. As further proof, whenever you, as the reader, put some of these principles to the test, you may also find further evidence of the exertion of this force on your own life, because The Entropic Crystal is not as much of an individual influence as it is an influence over our entire planet, the entire universe. And, just as gravity effects us all, it is only because gravity is a force that plays out over the entire universe, concentrating around the Earth and enveloping us as individuals creatures. Without the Earth, there would be no gravity and so it is that without the rest of us playing around interacting with one another, there would be no force of the Entropic Crystal and we see evidence of that on the moon and other uninhabited worlds such as Mars, Jupiter, Saturn, Venus and all the other bodies in the heavens that we have found so far.
Did that make sense? If not, please re-read the above paragraph repeatedly until it does for this is the key paragraph or two in this work. You should make it the basis under which you are reading it and investing this small fraction of your lifetime working with me on the experiment. If you're not interested in a SCIENTIFIC PROOF THAT GOD EXISTS, and how to tap the Power of the Universe for whatever reason, then I'm afraid this volume is not for you. You might want to switch your reading to a good spy novel, a romance, or perhaps another one of the countless and trite biographies of Abraham Lincoln that happen to be very fashionable at the moment.
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Enough for preparatory comments. As you can see, I have broken down my preliminary remarks into three sections. The first one is an over-view of the work and it serves to lay the foundation as well as illustrate the background of my work. The second section is more personal output that illustrates the kind of digging into the archaeological structure of the Truth we will have to perform in order to uncover deeper principles, deeper forces at work. The third section is the basic statement of the nature of the experiment and its importance. All of these three sections comprise the cause and the effect of the experiment and that is where it is different from most other experiments. Most scientific experiments are designed to delineate an effect found in nature and then to demonstrate, through the production of new scientific evidence, show the cause of the effect that we all observe in our daily lives. Newton's apple, for example, gave him all the evidence he needed to construct his theories of gravity that we have used in space exploration. Einstein's theories of the fact that everything is relative in the universe, even time and space, and that the speed of light is the only constant, was proven by the new ways of looking at light in the laboratory and with modern gigantic telescopes.
This experiment is different in that the observed and the observer are united in a kind of dance around the forces which we are attempting to highlight and observe. As the experimenter, I have the very distinct honor as well as the very great challenge of capturing for your observation, the force that I am trying to illustrate and bring to the fore through the interplay of my life with certain key other lives on the Earth. I am positing now that the interaction of my own life with these few key other lives will release upon the world a new energy never seen before. It will bring about a change in the world never known before. It will prove to the world that there is a long, slow, almost glacial trend for our civilization to improve itself, to right itself, like a sinking ship tossed in the ocean struggling to stay afloat against massive wave forces pushing and tossing it about mercilessly.
This experiment is also different from all previous experiments because it will be performed in plain view of everyone now reading this work. None of the words will change and yet they will predict certain events in the world that any interested party on the Earth may observe simultaneously and objectively especially as to how these events impact their own lives. Using the magic of the Internet, we can involve two, two hundred, two thousand or two million observers of the experiment. Therefore, if you want to establish a more significant result of the experiment, we suggest you start bringing in as many observers as you can. The more the merrier and the greater the result will be, in terms of impact as well as observed results. Thus, everyone in this experiment is both observer and part of the observed phenomena.
In Quantum Physics, this is a principle that teaches us that nothing in the universe is absolute as Einstein predicted and that everything that we see, feel, taste and touch, all elements, all forces, all events in the universe are merely the sum and substance of probability. Nothing in the universe truly exists in the sense that it can be observed to be a fact at all times. At the smallest particle level of our investigations into matter, we can observe where something may have been or we can measure what it's made of, but we can never have both at the same time, which makes us believe that things are not what they seem and that the entire universe may be constructed at every point in time completely in the way that an artist might take a brush stroke of paint, slap it on the canvass and then brush a different color over it constantly changing the nature of the scene. Therefore, this experiment is also an experiment to shed light on this theory of probability as well as proof that God Exists, for it may only be probable that God exists, rather than hard cold fact. There is a difference. In other words, we may only end up proving the probability of the existence of God rather than the hard cold mathematical proof that all other significant scientific adventures have done.
Darwin's theory of Evolution, however probable is still regarded as the basic truth as to the nature of how we got to this point in time. Descended from primates, furry little mammals before that, and fish before that, we have finally achieved a status in Nature as top dog, top of the food chain, manager of the planet. We may not be doing a very good job of managing the planet at the present time, this is true, but managing it we are nonetheless. Having risen to this position of prominence was a a great probability from first moment that a bacteria began to breathe on the volcanic primordial surface of planet Earth some four billion years ago.
So, you can look at this work as an experiment in human Evolution as well as anything else that you may have concluded so far in your own mind. It is a secondary corollary of this theory that if indeed God exists, that we as a species, an object of this Creation, must have reached a point in our Evolution where something wonderful can happen because we have arrived at a very unique point in time, a point of Evolution where the created can ponder the very existence of its Creator and more than that find, through scientific endeavor the evidence that we need to prove it. I believe that this moment in time is a very rare one in the universe because if it were common, we should certainly have heard from another civilization who made it past this point by now. The fact that we appear to be alone compounds the suggestion that this state of recognition of our point in the universe and consciousness is a very rare one indeed.
What should you do as the observer in order to take advantage of this unique experiment and gain the most from it? In order NOT to prejudice the outcome of the experiment, I as the experiment controller can tell you nothing about this except for one thing that would not prejudice you in any way, as far as I can tell. In order to experience the effects of the Entropic Crystal all you have to do is get in any form of water. Jump in the bath. Take a shower, jump in a swimming pool or get in the ocean.
Because water is sacred. It is the first element that is created prior to the elements of life. In order for life to exist on any place in God's universe, there must be the presence of water, H20, a perfect harmonic mixture of the most common elements in Creation, Hydrogen and Oxygen. Combined, these two elements create a wave length that conducts and amplifies the energies of the Entropic Crystal throughout the universe better than any other. Therefore, in order to get in touch with the Entropic Crystal, any human being has only to get in the water. For while in union with the Entropic Crystal one is able to raise the energy level of their own mind to its highest potential level.
What we know now is that the human mind is nothing more than a convergence of waves that has as its locus the atomic and molecular structure of the brain, but it is the waves of energy from the mainly hydrogen and water atoms that create the waves of the mind. We essentially surf those waves when we think in terms of anything in our cognition. Thoughts are therefore, not our own, but are amassed at the center of the universe in a line of sight from the beginning of the Big Bang to the present. None of us are islands unto ourselves and it is the unity of purpose, the unity of our minds, called consciousness that gives us the power to be what we will be. It is the chemistry of unity that binds us together and it is this same chemistry that binds us to our Creator.
By concentrating on the energy levels of the chemistry of your own brain, you can achieve a higher energy state of your mind. This highest energy state is different for every single mind, at least in the expression of the perception of the highest energy levels. For some, it will be like an hallucinogenic drug. For others, it will be like the clearest form of perception and the most profound form of sensation. For others, it will be a higher state of loving and understanding. But, for all of us as a whole, it will be a cultural phenomenon, unlike any other in our history as a Civilization. Therefore, let it be known far and wide, that anyone reading this material is giving the author permission to use their thoughts to demonstrate higher principles common to us all.
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Chapter One - The Inauguration
"Thank you Mr. President," I had to steady myself at the podium. The thought of five billion souls all staring at me through their magic windows in their living rooms all over the planet, on top of the several million faces below was staggering to say the least. I had tried to put it out of my mind during the flight to Washington D.C., and I thought I had done so by convincing myself that this moment was all about the President and not me. But, the human flesh being weak, I was now standing there in the chill of the brisk Washington air feeling the pressure of every square inch of humanity breathing like so many steam pipes coming from the seething mass below us. All around were dignitaries, faces I had seen and admired nearly my whole life. They were staring at me in complete amazement wondering where I had come from. Only the President and I shared the truth about how this moment came to be and that was the magic of it all.
"There comes a time in human affairs when time itself seems to stand still for every human being. This is one of those moments now," I continued, trying bravely to calm my nerves. I was sure they could hear it in the crackling of my voice. "This moment actually was already here waiting for us to arrive at it. This man, Barack Obama is all about unity and that's what we will begin here today, a new era of unity for the planet. This is why he invited me here today, I believe, because I discovered something that no one else has of yet."
I nearly fainted from the gravity of my situation at this point when I noticed that nearly every breath had stilled. They were waiting for me to get to the point. They were not aware of this great secret and they were anxiously awaiting their hero to take the stage and here I was interfering in their greatest expectation. After all, who the hell was this man, a nobody, no one they could even recognize from a TV celebrity. I was suddenly more petrified than at any other point in my life.
I glanced back at the man who made this moment happen, steadied myself and remembered an old trick taught to me many years before. "Jeremy," she said, "just pretend their all naked." So I did, but in this harsh cold weather, the image was unsettling. However, it gave me chuckle inside and the courage to continue.
"Science tells us that in the first trillionth of a trillionth of a second of the Big Bang, all the information that the universe needed was imparted to all corners of the universe. It was in this smallest fraction of time that everything we know today was given and sent racing across the infinite halls of Space Time ahead of all the massive explosion of stars, galaxies and each of the smallest particles in the heavens. The moment of greatest unity in the universe has been here waiting for nearly fourteen billion years for humanity to catch up to it. We have done so today and in a very few moments, when this great man is sworn in to the highest office in the land, the most powerful office on the planet, we begin a new era for the civilization of Man." I took a breath and looked past the teleprompter for a brief moment and focused again on their faces. They had changed. All of them had changed.
Where I saw the hard anxiety about the fact of my standing there in front of them, a stranger to them, and impatience with my apparent delay of their moment, blocking their light, it was suddenly all brushed aside as if a magic wand had wafted over the scene from the clouds bringing a great peace and tranquility to the sea of faces below.
'I knew I should have started with the first Trillion of a Trillionth', I thought to myself.
"We have all waited for this moment to arise. We have waited patiently for it. We have all worked toward it. We have paid great sacrifices for it. And now we celebrate that this moment has arrived. Take this time to note those who are around you. Take their hands and say to each other " I said so softly I wondered if they heard me.
"That this moment has finally arrived. The moment for Mankind to come together in the spirit that God created us all as equals as partners in this, our species greatest adventure." I was finding my voice growing louder as if outside of my own control and, know that this moment shall witness a new beginning to the finest and greatest millennium of Man and that this hour in the history of humankind shall be known for generations as our finest hour. And let it be known that this hour is not coming from our new President, but that it comes from the spirit and the goodness of all of you. I am eternally grateful for this moment and I know that he will not disappoint those who have appointed him to this greatest position of power over us and who have defined this moment for us all. I am grateful to God and to you, my country who have come together like no other time in our long and glorious history. And therefore, we dedicate this moment to you, the America People. There are no greater faces than these. There are no greater moments than these. There are no greater moments in history than these and it is on this great moment that we shall build a new nation, conceived in Life, Liberty and the pursuit of happiness. Now begins a great new dedication to that happiness. God Bless you all and God Bless America."
I finished my invocation as gracefully as I could and rushed off the stage barely hearing the round of polite applause that was echoing from the crowd below. There were millions of them on the Mall and they were all of one mind and one purpose at this point in time. I wondered how long it would last. The last time, we had had such an invocation, such an auspicious Inauguration of an American President was exactly one hundred years previous. In 2008, Barack Obama, the first African American President was inaugurated and here I was at the Inauguration of the first woman President, the fact that she was also of African American descent meant very little to us all since that barrier had been broken one hundred years ago. To have the first woman President who was also the descendant of slaves, was really a miracle.
President Anita Velasquez gave perhaps the most inspiring Inauguration speech ever after my carefully chosen words that I felt prepared the crowd for what she would say about unity and the need to achieve it in the world. She spoke about the previous century and how it had been the most destructive one in world history. The war in Afghanistan dragged on for decades and gradually bled America dry and eventually the terrorists forced the world into first Chinese/American Nuclear War in 2056, a war in which, thankfully Russia abstained. America had won the war but at a cost too terrible to even imagine. America lost half of our population, almost two hundred million souls, while china lost one third of theirs, but double our lost souls. Another two billion people died of radiation poisoning all over Europe, Canada, Africa, India and in Russia in the following decade. By 2076, the tri-centennial celebration of the American Revolution, we were a world clinging to hope, a hope that the future would bring something much different than the violence and hatred of the past.
Two of the greatest food producing areas in the world are now in ruin and will not return to full food production for another twenty-five thousand years. So, the loss of half of the world's population was a blessing in disguise since half of the survivors of World War Three starved to death leaving us with a very strong, determined bunch who will of necessity carry on for the Human Race.
"We were radioactive, so now we're politically active," she said, "And so now we are all tainted by the poison of our own technological prowess and knowledge and that knowledge has led us to this very unique disease."
She was talking about the brain cancer that the vast majority of people on Earth had contracted over the years from the fallout, the radiation that had seeped into all the drinking water, all the food of the planet. We were poisoned all right, but something else was happening that was noted by the scientific community, we were also becoming smarter. The average I.Q. was now above 150. And, many people had twice that acumen. We were all sick and dying and our life expectancy was the shortest it had been in decades, but at least, we were all getting smarter. And, something else was happening too.
We could now manipulate our own energy state of mind. The radiation that had drifted all around the world, if it didn't kill you, it made you better. Some of learned that as the uranium atom had many energy levels, so did our own human consciousness and we soon learned to manipulate that energy state by simply concentrating on the energy state we were in at that moment, recognizing it, zooming in on it, and then raising the level of energy the way you simply flex a muscle, even easier than that because there was no muscle to flex, just electrons moving up a distance so small you can't even perceive it in the mind, and yet you can move your energy levels by that unseen, trillionth of a centimeter's distance in space.
The results were staggering. It was like being on a mental high like no artificial stimulant can do. It was also a communal connection as we had never before experienced for real. So, when the new President Velazquez said that it was time, we all knew what she meant. We closed our eyes and the rest of her speech was known to us almost instantly, wordlessly, we all knew what she intended to share with us on this her very first day in office. It was a message of new beginnings, like all the other Inaugurals before her, yet this one was the first that was delivered silently all around the world. Instead of booming public address systems, huge sound systems, microphones tied to global satellite transmissions, she merely stood at the podium with her eyes closed and smiling. Through the power of our newly found cosmic consciousness, we all knew what she wanted to convey and it was truly a moment in history because it was the first time that anyone had attempted to transmit their thoughts to the entire planet all at the same time. It worked mainly because we were all primed and ready for such a message.
There were too many speeches, millions of them, from people much more eloquent than Anita, that were delivered before. All of them similar in nature, all of them calling for human kindness and understanding world peace and an end to war and yet somehow the wars got worse and human understanding diminished each year until the final solution, wiping out of half of the offending species, and many other innocent species along with it. The planet deserved better than that and it was as if the Earth had spoken, overruled our insignificant laws and policies in favor of a greater law. So, it was that we were all told by the new Madame President that this kind of thing would never happen again. It would never happen again, because from now on, we were all connected by one thought. If we ever strayed from THE ONE, as she called it, we would feel the pain and that pain would be so awful, we would be cured of our ambient thought.
Then, she gave us all a sample of the pain. It hurt like no headache you've ever felt before. It was a bolt of lightning slicking right through your temporal lobe. It cut like a knife right on down through the rest of your body as if you'd just been dissected and split open like a grapefruit. It was truly terrible. We were all, the entire planet writing in pain, most of us slithering on the ground like eels out of water. Then, when it stopped, we were all so glad and happy it stopped, we actually applauded her for showing us the way. It was the beginning of the new government. She had made it clear in her thought-transmission that there would be no need for police, armies, navies, air forces, guns, cannons, atomic bombs, none of it. We were all governed now by The One. We would never stray, never break even the slightest laws that were already written because it was simply too painful. Everyone else would know what you had done and everyone would share our pain of the punishment. So, the enforcement, the vigilance would be everywhere and at all times so that nobody would fall and if they did, they would be eventually be put to death by the rest of us because the pain over and over again imposed on the entire planet by misdeeds of any one person would be too much to bear.
And so, after a few months and only a few hundred transgressions, the world finally settled into a perfect peace. We finally had found a tool, a weapon for peace and total civilization. No one would even consider breaking the peace because the consequences were too awful to even contemplate. Just the memory of the pain was enough for most to avoid even the slightest consideration of doing the wrong thing. And, we all basically decided when we saw how smooth everything worked now, that it was a good thing, a very good thing. No one spoke of it again. And, President Velasquez had the easiest, most propitious administration in history. Nothing went wrong, there were no more challenges of any kind. Her entire term in office consisted of all of us simply congratulating each other on how well everything was going. The economy buzzed along. The world cooperated in all matters of trade and political matters. People who might have been the trouble-makers before were now the nicest, calmest and gentlest people you'd ever care to know. And, me, I was great, excellent, terrific, a little bored perhaps with it all, but that was the extent of my radicalization. I dared going no further than that. No one did.
But, it wasn't as easy to get here as all that. Just prior to World War Three, my predecessors so to speak, physicists Lemaistre and Potter, working at the Large Hadron Collider of the LHC at Cern, Switzerland, inaugurated around the latter part of 2008, had finally found the three most elemental particles in the universe. In the Spring of 2020, the collider had finally discovered the Higgs Boson, the God-Particle, as it was called early in the last century, the ultimate and most primordial particle in the universe that could in theory ever exist. It was now known and observed in the experiments and it proved that there was a perfect symmetry between matter and anti-matter, and then in 2049, Einstein's prediction that all of the forces in the universe were one, became a fact. Everything we can see, feel, hear, taste or touch is all down to one force, the elemental force of nature, up to this point still known as the Electro-Magnetic Force, but my own theory was that even this was dependent on something even more basic and that this basic force from which everything sprouted in the universe was up to something else happening first, some very basic condition in the universe would have to exist before the EMF would or could exist and we finally found it in my work at the son of the Large Hadron Collider, the Super Relativistic Heavy Ion Collider at Brookhaven National Labs. It was my work here on the quark-gluon plasma that finally solved the most basic questions Science had ever asked in history, "What caused the Big Bang?" and it was my work that has almost solved the problem with one hundred percent certainty.
The fact that we have achieved only 99.9999 percent certainty is not important to me as I am confident that the final questions will be solved in the next few year to make it a total certainty that the universe was begun as a response to the condition in the universe of, "Let's Wait And See," or the more popular term that has come to be adopted by most everyone outside the Scientific Community, the Entropic Crystal. We have discovered from my work and others that everything, absolutely everything in the universe, that includes all matter, all energies or all forces, now known as one force, are composed of three states of condition, not really particles, but states of energy, but not really energy states either. We found that it is actually of a potential for energy or a potential for matter that makes everything come alive. There are three of them and they always seem to be in perfect balance or symmetry, a symmetry based on their proximity to one another and this symmetry is found everywhere we look. There is never more than one sufficient to outweigh the condition of the other, except at times when a particle, such as a quark, boson, gluon or proton is born. At that moment of time, there will be slightly more of one condition than the other two in that region of space and what we had for centuries seen as the most elemental particles would be born or come to a sudden death as a result of one of these three states taking on more power than the other two.
I was the first one to give them their names and I based it purely on the observational properties that they rendered up, measurements that I was lucky enough to record at the Super-Relativistic Photon Collider, the SRPC, and which were by the way, subsequently confirmed in later experiments all around the world. I called them, "Yes", "No" and "Let's Wait And See" conditions of the physical universe. Whenever there is more "Yes" in any given area of Space/Time, a wave-particle is born. Conversely, whenever there is an excess of "No" in any given area of Space/Time, a particles fades away into non-existence. And, whenever a condition of "Let's Wait and See" is around, we have what is known as a neutral area of space, which is really a condition of the other two conditions not being able to overpower the other.
And, so it was in the initial moments just prior to the Big Bang. We had a condition of an area of space no bigger than the head of a pin where the condition of "Yes" and "No" were in perfect balance for ages and we were nothing but a dream, the entire universe was in a state of "Let's Wait and See". Then, suddenly, for reasons I am examining now in my latest research, the condition of "Yes" overpowered the "No" and the Big Bang was the result. All the energy that the universe stores for occasions such as this flowed through the Entropic Crystal in Space/Time, almost fourteen billions years ago and the universe was born. Everything, absolutely everything depends on this and everything carries a memory of it through the Entropy and the Crystalline nature of it all.
More on this later. At the moment, I am more interested to tell you about what happened on this day of President Velazquez's extra-sensory perceived speech. The fact that we all got all of what I have just told you, and not only from the Scientific point of view, but from the perspective of the mind of all of humanity actually experiencing it is the most significant event of perhaps our entire Evolution as a species. We got it all at the same moment, today, during her Inauguration, we all got it. yes we did and we did it without a word of it being spoken. But, even more exciting than that, we all saw it with one mind. We knew at that moment that we had all become one. We were now of one mind, one motivating force, one human entity that outweighed all the tiny creatures that scurried around the planet as individuals, doing whatever individuals do. We had surpassed all that now. We had all been so busy, so energized for self-survival and now suddenly all of that was overwhelmed by another kind of survival, we would now survive as individuals only for the glory of the whole, the one, the singular and summary existence of human consciousness.
It was humorous to most of us now and so everyone on the planet smiled at one another, some were crying, at the precise moment of this common experience on Inauguration Day. It had been there all the time, right in front of our eyes, really, and somehow, all these years, through all our trials and tribulations, we had all missed it. There was really no distance between any of our thoughts and therefore no distance between all of us. The electricity for everything that gave us our unique personalities was all coming and going through the same states of existence at all times. Waking or sleeping, it was always the same. We were of one thought, but sub-atomic minor collisions of thoughts, so to speak, got in the way, fuzzed up our universe, and gave us the impression of separation and that was the greatest cosmic allusion of all time.
We had all gathered together at this place on the Mall of Washington D.C. and via the TV screens and 3-D screens to witness the inauguration of a new President, one that we had all assumed would present us with yet another tired and boring version of hope, but instead, we had all seen and felt and witnessed a new version of hope for our species, and it was the greatest version of hope that we could ever imagine. It was a real hope, a realization of hope and faith and love for one another and for the planet, only dreamed about by tired poets and worn out philosophers. We had survived, it seemed, all these eons of time to be lifted to a new promontory of perception. We were one entity now and nothing, no force in the universe would or could ever drive us apart, divide us, separate our thoughts, our aims, our greater goals again.
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Chapter Two - The Master's Stroke
And so the Master Artist, the lone Creator of the grandest painting of all, takes a brush made from comet's tails and swipes it across the canvas of reality that we know as our universe and so it was that the world came to be at this point in time, opening like a flower in the field of infinite glory so that the seeds of the flower could give way to the next petals of life, life that was given, created, conceived fourteen billions of years ago in the imagination of God. Witness now, the colors on colors that break into the dark black night makes the cracking sounds of shuddering emptiness subside and in its wake, the thundering waves of the now fall twinkling and sparkling onto the sandy beaches of time. And we are there, flowing in the tangled hairs of the Master's bristling moment.
"Here come old flat top. He come groovin' up slowly. He got Joo Joo eyeball. He one holy roller. He got hair - down below his knees. One thing I can tell you, you can smell his disease. Come together, right now, over me."
The dust storm is relentless. If it weren't for my Hazmat suit which makes me look like an astronaut, my mouth, my ears, my nose would be full of the gritty desert sauce. Even completely covered from head to foot, I can still feel it getting in my eyes and ears somehow even through the air filtration and conditioning of the suit. I don't know how my guides are managing to breathe with just a scarf over their faces. I hear the howling wind and it sounds as if its coming from all directions. My guide is holding the reins of my donkey. I am tossed from side to side like a boat on the ocean, but there is no water in sight or even in memory. The heat is like an oven. Hassan keeps yelling over the howling wind and I think he's telling me we're almost there, almost at the cave of the man that President Velazquez says is the key to everything. When I finally feel the donkey come to a halt, I almost go flying over his neck.
The music wafts up from behind the next towering and rocky hillside. The dust is overwhelming to our senses. The donkey we're riding is plodding along as if in perfect synchronized movement to the music, his tiny hooves gently scraping the ground as they propel the furry mass of his own weight and mine forward. I'm on the strangest trip I've ever been on. I'm out to find the great grandson of Osama Bin Laden, a man known for thousands of miles in all directions as The Mullah of the Dessert, the The Blessed One. And his name. Oh, that name held so much power alone, no one would dare use it unless they really meant to do something with it.
"He wear no shoe shine, he got toe jam football. He got monkey finger. He shout Coca-Cola. He say, I know you, You know me. One thing I can tell you is you got to be free. Come together, right now, over me."
The music is clearly that of the Classical Rock period and the song I recognize as strictly Beatlerian. It's louder now and leads me the final few steps to the foot of his cave. I can see hear someone singing along to the music. It's definitely a live voice over the background of the Beatles themselves. The strangest thing I've probably ever heard is this sound emanating from this hilltop and the cave of this man that so many people thought was unreachable, impossible to see by everyone except those he wishes to see, a myth and yet I was almost there, within a few feet of the man and the myth. I could hear him stirring above as I descended from the back of my donkey. He let out a plaintiff whine that seemed to announce us to our host.
"Who's there?" A head, well weathered from years of living in such complete and utter desolation, I thought and yet the head also had an aura of clean and happy acceptance of his lot.
"My name is Adams, Jeremy Adams. I'm from the USA. I was sent here by President Velaszquez," I shout up to the silhouetted figure above protruding from the cave entrance.
The dark head does a pirouette, disappears for a moment and then a long rope ladder comes flying out of the cave mouth, dribbling down the face of the rock hillside and lands at my feet in a landslide of pebbly debris.
My guides look at me as though they have just seen a ghost. You can tell they are shaking in fear. They turn their donkeys away and gallop bumpily off into the night as fast as the little animals can carry their bulky bodies back into the dust storm. I'm alone. There's nothing left to do but ascend the rope ladder. It's slow going in the Hazmat suit. When I arrive at the top, I take my helmet off and looking around in the dark for signs of any assistance, I notice there is none and I have to peel the rest of my suit off by myself. I can hear the music low now, but I can still hear the Beatles song in the background softly. There's a small dark figure crouching in the back of the cave and cautiously sizing me up.
"He roller coaster. He got early warning. He got muddy water. He one mojo filter. He say, one and one and one is three. Got to be good lookin' cause he's so hard to see. Come together, right now, over me. Shoodoop, Woowoodoo. Shoodoop, Woowoodoo.
The war had taken its toll in the most horrible way in this part of the world and thus the reason for my hazmat suit. The radiation for five hundred miles in all directions was so bad that an ordinary human being could stay alive only for a few days in it, or they could use an anti-radiation suit like mine and survive until the self-contained air and water supplies in the suit gave out. But here was an individual who had survived for ten years showing no signs of radiation poisoning. And, in fact, my indicators were telling me that there was no abnormal radiation here in the cave. Right up to the entrance it was lethal at over 50 Million Roentgens and in here, zero, even less than the North Pole that has plenty of natural radiation.
"You have come all this way to see me?" The dark little man mumbles in almost perfect English. Seeing that my suit is finally removed, he motions me over to a beautiful thick Persian rug on the floor of the cave that seems to make this a much more civilized space. He goes to the player near the wall in back and turns the volume so low, I can barely hear it. I look for an electrical connection for the player, but seeing none, assume it's on battery power.
"Yes, I've come a long way because we need your assistance and your reputation would help us greatly," I said to him as I sat down.
"Yes, I witnessed your President's Inauguration two weeks ago, was it? he asked still seated and relaxing his very narrow torso just a bit. I wondered what his diet would be like way out here in the middle of all this desolation. What did he eat? Did he have a pantry somewhere? If he did, I saw no evidence of same. In fact, I saw no evidence of any other caverns other than single large hole excavation in the rock. Then, I noticed signs that it may have been carved into the rock and was not a natural cave at all. And, I also found this remark intriguing since there was also no signs of any modern conveniences either.
"Two weeks ago, Yes, that's right. But, do you have electricity here?" I said, thinking quickly that even if he had electricity here from a generator somewhere nearby, how would he get a signal in this place? It was perplexing, however, many things these days were highly perplexing and so that part was nothing unusual to me.
"I have no need of electricity," he said gently. Then, he chuckled softly. I could see the layers of crusty flesh around his abdomen bounce up and down with each spasm.
"I see," I said, not really understanding at all, but in another way, I did, totally. 'Who needs all the modern conveniences of life when you have all of this?' I thought.
"You have many followers in the Muslim world," I said, knowing how inept that made me sound. Of course he had a following or I would not be here. He just smiled graciously as if in friendship. I took that as a sign to keep talking.
"We . . . " He interrupted me before I could get any further down this road. He started laughing while he floated there in the middle of the cave
"First, we should smoke together. Do you appreciate good Serenity when you smoke it?" he asked, rising up off the rug as if he was floating to his feet. I tired to shake off the apparition and forced my brain to think rationally. He could not have just floated up in the air right in front of me. That was an illusion of some kind. I had to give him credit later and find out how he did that, I thought quickly.
"Good Serenity, I don't really know. Never smoked any," I said affably, trying to figure out what to say when he handed me the pipe.
I didn't have long to wait. The pipe appeared from behind my head and floated into my view. It was already lit. I could see a red glow from inside the glass bulb near the handle. The pipe swerved and arrived just in front of my mouth. I took a hit, trying not to inhale, just to be sociable, but when the smoke hit my tongue, instantly I could not speak. I could not move. I could not think. I was instantly transported to another part of the world. It was not frightening at all. In fact, it was quite pleasant. In just a few seconds of time, we had both been transported to a lovely tropical island somewhere in the South Pacific, I thought, though it could have been anywhere in the tropics. There was no landmark that made any of it familiar to me in the least.
"Well, I can tell you now. This is some really good shit," I said. I had never used that kind of term before, but he shook his head and laughed again. We were truly old friends. My brain was flooding with wonderful memories that came rushing in like a great red tide. I instantly felt as if I had known him all my life. How had I missed that? He was a great person and I had no idea of what to say next, except, maybe 'wow'.
"Your President is a very powerful woman. She has the right mojo. I like her very much," he said and I had to believe him with all my heart because my heart told me, even though I had never met the man, this was my best friend in all the world.
It mattered not even a little bit that he was the great grandson of Osama Bin Laden, the mad that had produced the conditions for World War Three. It mattered only that this man was now the strongest influence for all the positive things that were happening in this part of the world. The Arab world, at least what was left of it, at last seemed to be listening to the Western leaders and Westerners were listening to them. They were openly reconsidering some of their major tenets about the world. They no longer seemed hell-bent on destroying Israel any more. In fact, there had actually been peace feelers between the remains of the Muslim world and Israel. Iran, Iraq, even Syria and Saudi Arabia were putting out the word that Israel were their friends, and even more miraculously, Israelis were saying the same thing about the Arabs. They were even sharing some of their wealth with them and building cities of futuristic skyscrapers with Israel powered completely by the sun out in the remaining deserts that were still survivable.
Whenever they were questioned about this miraculous and almost universal turn of events by the Western Press, they would always mention his man's name; Saddam Hussein Obama Bin Laden. At least that was his legal name. We learned later that most everyone called him Shobil for short, and thankfully, it stuck. I had no aspirations to call him by his full legal name and I knew he had no desire for that either. He had been given the name by his father who wanted to instill in his son all the best of both the West and the Middle East. Another name he was given in the media around these parts quite often as The Blessed One made him sought after by millions of his fellow Muslims, until he finally retreated to his home in the deserts of what was now a forbidden zone.
As we sat there on the sand of the most beautiful, warm and welcoming beach scenery I had ever seen, I wondered what I should do next. He seemed to know why I had come and even what he was going to say, so he seemed very unconcerned about saying any more and so was I.
The warm jade-green water of the Pacific lapped at my feet and gradually soaked into my pants. It was a gentle kiss from the Gods. Shobil put out his hand and played with the water as it came up to meet his feet in the same sand. I could almost count each grain of it that separated the two of us. It was a staggeringly large number and I felt I almost had it when he started to laugh again as if he knew the absurdity of what I was calculating. I also knew it and had to laugh right along with him.
"Let's go," he instructed me getting up off the sand and walking along the beach in front of me. I noticed his white robes were not wet or damp in the least. He seemed to be floating again as he moved. I followed along and listened to him talk to me so gently, so peacefully, it sounded more like a choir in the clouds. It was so pleasant being here, I didn't need any words really. The moment was spent just sharing the information and the spirit of the time.
"Blackbird singing in the dead of night. Take these broken wings and learn to fly. All your life. You were only waiting for this moment to arise. You were only waiting for this moment to arise. Blackbird, fly, Blackbird, fly. Into the night of the dark black night. Blackbird singing in the dead of night. Take these sunken eyes and learn to see. You were only waiting for this moment to be free. You were only waiting for this moment to be free."
When I returned to Washington on the Space Shuttle, my mind was in a rather chaotic state, unlike any other I had ever experienced. Shobil had shown me a new kind of mentality that was truly amazing and peaceful, loving and kind and yet very strong. The President wanted his cooperation for her new World Initiative for Global Gratitude and Legal Enlightenment, the WIGGLE for short, and Shobil readily and eagerly accepted and promised his cooperation. More than that, he let me know that the President's plan would be accepted by the entire Muslim world almost overnight, which did not surprise me given his amazing powers of perception.
This was the key component in the new peace that would require that all nation's of the Earth work cooperatively together from now on, making it legally and Constitutionally unacceptable that any place on Earth would tolerate poverty and ignorance, child abuse and hunger. It was a huge challenge, but the only alternative was the final and total destruction of what was left of our planet and that was unacceptable to nearly everyone still alive at this point. The equivalent of the atomic bomb could be slapped together now in a few days by anyone determined to make one and this had spelled the end of traditional warfare. The only way the third world war was finally ended was through the sacrifice of nearly one half of all the arable land and that we found out was like shooting oneself in the foot, except much worse. The President was right. There was only one way to ensure that this never happened again. The WIGGLE was just the right prescription and it was part of the larger picture now in use almost daily for almost everyone.
The prescription drug, Serenity we had smoked the night before there in Shobil's cave in Pakistan was more than just a leisure drug now. It was a big business, rapidly on its way to replace sex as the biggest business in the world. The Swiss drug maker, Eli Schwarzzkopf, had perfected it immediately after the war and in the great review of International Laws, found ways to make it legal. It gave the pill taker a mild form of total bliss without any debilitating side effects such as drowsiness, incoherence etc. It made the user feel good, but not so good that he would do anything stupid or out of character as alcohol, pot, heroin, or other drugs of the previous era. In clinical studies Serenity even improved the health of the user because it would require that better nutrition and a better diet and exercise regime was used because the user found that this improved the sensation of complete and total serenity, the healthier one was. It almost dictated a better level of health to the user and some doctors used it as a barometer for finding flaws in the metabolism of their patients. And, when one smoked it, the sensation was hallucinogenic to say the least, something I had learned again on my visit to see Shobil.
"Here I stand, head in hand. Turn my face to the wall. If she's gone, I can't go on, feelin' two foot small. Everywhere, people stare each and every day. I can see them laugh at me, and I hear them say. Hey, you've got to hide your love away. Hey, you've got to hide your love away. How can I even try? I can never win. Hearing them, seeing them, in the state I'm in. How can she say to me, 'Love will find a way'? Gather round all you clowns. Let me hear you say. Hey, you've got to hide your love away. Hey, you've got to hide your love away."
When I arrived at the White House, the President ushered me into the Oval Office and was in the apparent state of instructing her Secretary of State, Margaret Loving to put some finishing touches on WIGGLE for her State of the World address, which she was to give on this very evening. It would be the first one of her new administration and the anticipation was high, very high. She had granted permission for everyone to imbibe either by smoking or taking the pill and a special Serenity Credit was handed out to anyone who asked for it.
Hello, Jeremy. Have a seat, I'll be right with you." She said, smiling broadly. I had always been taken by her broad and reassuring smile. It had disarmed millions during her meteoric rise to the top of the world political system.
When they had all left the room, she closed the door behind them and came over to sit on the soft white sofa across from me. Dressed handsomely in a dark blue pant suit, she crossed her legs, rolled up her sleeves and looked me squarely between the eyes.
"Did he accept?" she asked, leaning toward me more than a little.
"Yes," I replied solemnly sensing the importance of the moment for her. "He's in."
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