The dream bodies of President Obama and Michelle wave like a desert snake on LSD as they gently evaporate to prepare for their rendezvous with the morning sun’s piercing challenge of a new day.
Einstein could sense a call. He is not sure of its meaning or where he will go. But he finds himself imagining a double tetrahedron,
surrounding him, until he is standing in its center. It begins to move in an accelerating spinning motion.
He holds tight as the double tetrahedron spins, round and round, faster and faster … It seems to have a life of its own as it begins to rotate its spinning.
Faster and faster, rotating and spinning, all at once. He can not find the thoughts that would help him grasp what is happening. Einstein is trying to hold on, but his hands are slipping. He can not feel whether he is upside down or upright. His ‘body’ is dispersing. It becomes lighter and lighter … in the spinning, spinning, and rotating.
Everything stops. At least it seems that way. He doesn’t know where he is. He can’t find himself anywhere. He is no where. Yet he is everywhere, all at once. Every genuine feeling, thought, breath, desire … every real dream and hope that ever was or will be … is everywhere within him … or is he within them? Time does not exist. Space is no where.
Einstein’s transcendent beingness slips him into silence and its hush, and he realizes that he is floating in an infinite black void.
He hears a voice repeatedly asking him the same question question.
“What do you want to leave here?”
Einstein reaches inside. He finds mistrust.
He does not trust that he is enough. He is not good enough to be triumphantly successful such that human life would choose to come together with compassion, integrity, and character, to do the right thing to support a new kind of world for themselves.
He yearns for a symphony of human life, in which the music plays itself. It composes itself from the breathless breath of the unfathomable.
He would never try to describe this to the humans yet, because they would just shake their heads at him. They would look at him as though he is wacky. This is how many of his fellow physicists used to respond to him.
In the release of his mistrust, Einstein realizes out loud to himself:
I was a prodigy in my time. I always wondered why. This is my nature. My visions are born of the future. I want this new world to have this too.
Without thinking about it, Einstein opens his ‘unfamiliar’ senses and absorbs the awareness of a young man walking alone on the beach, in the gloaming of the day.
He calls himself John. He had been accepted into law school to be a patent attorney. One of his desires is to help people protect their innovative ideas and inventions. Yet he is still not sure about why he is choosing this direction.
Einstein can read his mind and his thoughts. John is feeling unsure of the decision he made to move to this unfamiliar place, especially since he was accepted at a great school in his own state. He’s wondering if he made the right decision.
He lived in Texas, most of his life, but being half Indonesian, half English/Irish, he is not the usual Texan breed. This has been a part of his motivation for seeking love that is based on what he calls ‘real communication’, compassion, and thoughtfulness. Right now, he is alone. He has not begun his life here. He is in this moment, between lives. And there is a sadness that underlies his excitement for the new adventure awaiting him at Berkeley.
Einstein recreates the hologram of his human body and walks toward this rather thin medium dark skinned man, in his early 30’s. If you met him, you would assume from his mannerisms that he is a native here. His accent sounds more Californian than anything that relates to the Texan slang.
John is moving along the beach with the waves in their rhythmic serpentine symphonic interplay with the billion sunlit stars of beach sand in the gloaming, as day is surrendering to the night’s yearning to calm the frantic light with its dark embrace. His emotions spread everywhere into the starlit sand and sea.
Einstein finds himself walking next to John. He turns to meet his eyes and both of them begin to talk, as though they have known each other before.
Einstein:
I worked in a patent office when I was a young man. It was initially a fascinating place for me. I was enthralled with putting things and ideas together to create something that did not yet exist. It was the ideas that fascinated me the most.
John:
I’m not sure, but I think it is relationship that intrigues me, even though I am about to begin graduate school to become a patent attorney. I’m not sure why I am choosing this field. A friend suggested it.
Einstein:
Maybe there is something here for you, that you can’t see yet. That was true for me in the patent office. Maybe you and I have something in common that we can discover together.
John:
I don’t know if I can do this. I don’t think of myself as an extremely creative person. My brother is, and I tend to feel inferior to him.
Einstein:
Are you jealous of him?
John:
No, I don’t think so. But I wish that he would value me as much as I value him. I respect him and I’m fascinated by him. I don’t think he relates to me this way.
Einstein:
Maybe there are hints here about what you can’t yet see of yourself. Here you are … going to be a patent attorney so that you can protect others when they create and invent things.
Maybe you want to provide … a balm of protection to that part of life that reaches beyond the ordinary … searching for the extraordinary … for that which is yet to exist … for the unfathomable.
Don’t you want to make sure that life has the protection and support to supersede itself … to reinvent itself … Maybe you want to be a guardian and protector of Innovative Life.
If there were none like you, there might not be life – because life will always evolve or devolve. It never stays the same. And you might be here to insure that life evolves.
John:
Well what are you here for?
Einstein:
I was here … for similar reasons as you are, I suspect. I wanted to be a guardian and protector, as well as an initiator, of life that innovates itself … therefore my ideas often did not fit with my time.
But I had an intense focus, an unwavering intention – that the world would receive my wild ideas any way. So I would imagine this … and then, seemingly out of the blue, it did. At least it did for enough of them.
Einstein begins to giggle like a young enchanted boy, and his eyes glimmer of innocence.
Einstein:
Maybe you and your brother are more connected in this life pursuit, than you have realized.
As Einstein says this, something in him begins to drift in the soft breezes that call him to rest …
Einstein:
I want to talk with you more. Can we meet again?
John:
You know you look just like Albert Einstein. I know you couldn’t be him because he has been dead a long time. Who are you?
Freedom Dragonfly by Laura Harkrider
[to be continued]
This is the first post in this new series, where Einstein visits the future to enchant and inspire a new world.
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