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Page history last edited by PBworks 16 years, 2 months ago

 

TagPile: Gem-mirror, Kudzu, Prajnaparamita, Synchronicity Machine, Nonlinear

 

"At the time," Doug said, "it made sense. But not when I look back. When I have perspective."

"You know what I think?" Carly said. "I think we should on the plane and fly to Corvalis. As soon as we can."

I said, "The Framptons won't bother us." I was certain of that, now. Odd that Mini, who never made any sense, had restored my confidence in the power of life. Logically, it should have worked the other way, I suppose. I had liked him very much. But, as is well known, I have a proclivity for helping sick or injured people; I gravitate to them. As my psychiatrist told me years ago, I've got to stop doing that. That, and one other thing.

 

Still, the exciting properties of hemp were well known in ancient Egypt, and the use of it is very widely spread under different names in India, Algeria, and Arabia Felix; but we have around us, under our eyes, curious examples of the intoxication caused by vegetable emanations.

Doug said, "I can't scope it out."

"I know," I agreed. Did we really alter the world by focusing our attention on it? Or did we only want to believe that tuning into Gaia through her plant allies was possible?"

 

The music. Still echoing. Behind the sounds of the Synchronicity Machine, spreading itself through the room, warp speed kudzu...then, supernova -- the word is not too strong -- first one of the band, then another burst forth deep and raucous sighs, sudden sobs, streams of silent tears. Eyes, shining with ecstasy, reduplicate as discrete kudzu leaf gem-mirrors.

"It's a strange form for knowledge to take," Doug said. "As a plant. That's going to encounter resistance. Even Christ as a female; that made Transformer Geek pissed as hell."

"She never say she was Christ," Doug said. I was thinking more the Prajnaparamita. Santa Maria."

I said, "But she is. And she can carry out photosynthesis. Wyrd made flesh."

Both Letterman and Doug stopped eating and gazed at me. Letterman was waving a glowing blunt.

"She is St. Sophia," I said, "and St. Sophia is a hypostasis of Christ. Wisdom. Whether she admits it or not. She's being care­ful. After all, she knows everything; she knows what people will accept and what they won't."

"We are experiencing way too many weird connections. Like all of us dreaming of the word "yellow" in different languages. That proves something; that proves it's real. VALIS exists. The earth is a plant intelligence. Negentropic dissipation of energy through the production of information. You already knew that."

"Maybe," I said.

"And what Mini knew and said collated with what you knew," Doug said.

"Yeah," I said. The windmill begin to turn.

KDoug said, "But you're not certain."

"We're dealing with a high order of sophisticated technol­ogy," I said. "Which Mini may have put together to influence us."

"Meaning microwave transmissions and such like," Kevin said.

"Yes," I said. "And Concepts. Our imaginations."

"A purely technological phenomenon," Letterman said. "A ma­jor technological breakthrough, to perceive interconnection."

"Using the human mind as the transducer," I said. "With­out an electronic interface. Cogntive touch through sound. "

"Could be," Carly admitted. "The movie showed that. There is no way to tell what they're into."

"You know," Carly said slowly, "if they have high-yield energy available to them that they can beam over long dis­tances, along the lines of laser beams-"

"They can communicate with us at any time," Doug said. "With the plants."

"Perhaps we are broadcasting for them right now" I said.

"If," Letterman said, "we don't spend too much time quacking about believing them or not believing them. That's just us talking."

"We can just say we have to be in Corvalis sooner than we expected," Letterman said. "And get started on the new yurt."

"Or we can leave from here," I said. "This restaurant."

"I'm waiting on my duck l'orange."

"Fuck the duck!"

Our things-clothes, everything we brought-are there at their house," Doug said.

"Forget the clothes," I said. "They have hospital gowns in Oregon."

"Are you afraid?" Carly said, "of something happening?"

I thought about it. "No," I said finally. I trusted the planet. And I trusted Mini. You always have to go on that, your in­stinctive trust or-your lack of trust. In the final analysis, there is really nothing else you can go on.

"I'd like to talk to Sophia again," Letterman said.

"So would I," I said. "The answer is there."

Carly put her hand on my shoulder. "I'm sorry to say this like this, Dave, but we really have the big clue already. In one instant, focusing on the common dream cleared up your mind. You stopped believing in Letterman as a separate person from Everything, in Battle with the Powers that Be. And no therapist and no therapy over the years has ever been able to accomplish that."

"He's right," Doug said in a gentle voice. "We all kept hoping, but it seemed as if-you know. As if you'd never heal."

" 'Heal,' " I said. "She healed me. Not Letterman but me." They were right; the healing miracle had happened and we all know what that pointed to; we all three of us understood.

 

 

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