The portal never seemed to open for more than just a few
minutes; rarely longer than the time needed to steal a quick touch, a sweet
taste or the scent of her hair. He was
practiced in the use of dimensional thinking; it had been the source of his intellectual
prowess since he was a child when he himself was taught to use the Mind. But this woman he had found was something he
had never encountered before or even imagined could exist. Her mind, even untrained, was more powerful
than anyone he had ever known. No, this
was not going to be an ordinary student; this was someone he needed; an
unpolished crystal of immense importance; a gemstone of power and influence; the
foci of global wide dimensional energies.
But this was going to be complicated also, because before he had seen
her face, before he had heard her voice, with only shared intuitions as his
basis of knowledge, there was a revelation of that ethereal truth behind those
fantastical notions of the poets; he discovered an illogical, impossible love.
The teacher had found his new student by accident. Like all teachers, he had kept his mind clear
and attuned to the energies of other minds, not really searching. Student minds are like tiny candles in a well-lighted
room, a teacher instinctively watches not for a glow, but for the flicker. This new student was an anomaly in the mass
chaos of the Collective Consciousness. Her
mind was a lighthouse beacon amid the infinite patterns floating through the dimensional
planes. For her, the portal remained
open and she didn’t even know it was there.
Like moths around her light, intellects swarmed her with countless noises
and thoughts, racing at the speed of light.
She had the power but not the knowledge to harness and rein individual
patterns. She doubted her sanity.
The teacher opened himself, reaching through the distance
that separated them; he knew her before she would know herself. A social contact and shared interest laid the
foundation for a requisite friendship and trust. Insecure
and misanthropic, the teacher maintained a sparse pool of true friendships or
intimate relationships. Acquaintances
and associates were easy; there was no need for personal disclosures. This new student posed an awkward conundrum:
to love he needed to be loved, and he felt unworthy of either.
Most innately talented minds resist learning and understanding
their abilities; hers was no different. The
so-called normal population dismisses intuition, foreknowledge and “hunches” as
superstition and freak coincidences.
Children are taught from infancy that the mind is enclosed and the only
thoughts and ideas residing in the mind are those put there through knowledge
and learning. Psychiatrists pontificate
that if someone thinks thoughts that are not their own, then their mind must be
broken and in need of psychotropic medication and brain washing therapy. Students of the Universal Mind and Dimensional
Thinking have to unlearn these societal notions of normality and open
themselves to a different reality. Knowledge
of the power of the Universal Mind can be both a curse and an asset. The
concept of exploiting the Collective Consciousness for intelligence from both
embodied and disembodied intellects is often mistaken for insanity, especially
when naively confessed to people ignorant of the conceptual possibilities. Most “learned” authorities, ignorant of the work
by Jung, Freud, Da Vinci, Newton, Emerson and Einstein, assume these ideas must
be paranormal, and therefore without sound scientific bases. Young talent is frequently stifled by the
stigma of misdiagnoses.
The new student, like so many students before her, spent her
life in disbelief; tending to think only with her local mind, attempting to
ignore the invasive ideas and knowledge that to the uneducated, seemed
impossible. She feared her connection to
the Mind; she was different and had lived too many years being told that her
difference was evidence of a mental malady.
As the inevitable but purposeful friendship grew, she revealed a
lifelong torment of familial and relational detraction. She had come to believe that her difference,
her power was some form of defect and something she feared. The teacher accepted the challenge to appease
her fears, cultivate her talents, expand her perceptions and teach her to
exploit the Mind, so that she, in turn, could teach him. A juxtaposed student and teacher, their unlikely
acquaintance fated; their impossible love accidental.
The lessons began; his mind reached for her, pulling at the
subconscious walls between her inner psyche and the Universal intellect. She was at once both there and here.
Hey! You can't just end the story like that, just when I was getting into it. No fair!
ReplyDeleteBut yes, I think this would indeed make a great beginning for a series on the collective mind and the interlinking of consciousness. A novel worthy of the name "novel"! It's something I tried to convey in A Damaged Mirror--that memory and identity are not encapsulated, but rather, are tied to something deeper, nameless and un-nameable, that we encounter whenever we truly interact with another person. Some readers get it immediately and see the implications for their own lives. Others simply see it as representative of one person's experience--or at most, the result of extraordinary circumstances--never realizing that they too are part of the same story.
I hope you'll write the book!
Yeshar Koah! (Hebrew for "more power to ya!")
-Yael