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The morning arrived awkwardly. No one could deny what had happened last night. And as much as they all knew that they had tripped on a hallucinogen, most people felt that their experience had been somewhat real: it certainly FELT real. And it had changed their view of Earth forever, allowing them to see the world in a completely new light. After this experience they could never go back to their previous consciousness. Because they had seen the world naked. They had seen all its energy fluxes and flows, in action, processes which normally stay invisible. They were beginning to realize that the world was a living Thing, which needed to breathe, run, sleep and rest, just like we did. They had seen the inner workings of the climate machine. They had witnessed how energy passes from one being into another, from the cloud to the raindrop, to the river, to the ocean and back up into the cloud. They could finally see how the entire planet was connected, through energy. And for the few hours that their hallucinogenic trip lasted, they had felt this energy deep inside their own psyche, as they witnessed it pass right through them. Now they knew that they were part of this energy. They were just one tiny piece of the Connected Whole.
Humanity may have been just one tiny piece of the Whole, but it was a destructive device within the Earth’s climate system, which was now destabilizing the entire energy flow of the planet. It was easy to see that whatever was left of the planet’s creative energy was now retreating into the ocean, the original birthplace of life billions of years ago. The planet had created the phytoplankton variant to tackle the other variant that was a threat to all life: humans.
John had never done drugs. He always thought that they disconnected one from reality. But after last night, he realized that the opposite can also be possible: re-connecting to the reality that had been lost. His trip had re-confirmed what he always believed about the world: That Earth was a Being. He only wished that he could share this truth with Aspen. He missed her so much, no tears could possibly express his fear of what may have happened to her. Part of him was already mourning her, as much as he didn’t want to entertain the thought that she may have died in the hurricane. He found himself unable to even process that possibility. She was the only family he had left.
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