This Week Einstein dreams about The Little Prince and visits the future’s future for John and Rudy where they meet the Other Ones:
Einstein savors dreamtime. It is a time of pause, where he can transcend the cycle of life, death, and the afterlife, where he can move beyond his identity of the ‘Einstein’ human that he used to be.
As he dreams, he is free to become the entire cosmos, or to become a proton leaping within the geometrically enfolded fractal matrix of universe.
And of all of these possibilities, he dreams of The Little Prince, from a book he read while at Princeton. The little prince thought that his rose was the only rose in the universe, and so he thought himself to be so rich because he had the only rose. Then when he visited earth, he found that there were roses in gardens, all over the earth.
In Einstein’s dream, the little prince is weeping.
<>“I thought I was rich because I had just one flower, and all I own is an ordinary rose … And he lay down in the grass and wept.”
Einstein then sees the little prince look over at a fox walking past him.
“Who are you?” the little prince asked. “You’re very pretty …”
“I’m a fox,” the fox said. “I’m not tamed.”
“What does tamed mean?”
“You’re not from around here,” the fox said. What are you looking for?”
I’m looking for people,” said the little prince. “What does tamed mean?”
“People,” said the fox, “have guns and they hunt. It’s quite troublesome …”
“…What does tamed mean?”
“It’s something that’s been too often neglected. It means, ‘to create ties’…”
“To create ties?”
“…For you I’m only a fox like a hundred thousand other foxes. But if you tame me, we’ll need each other. You’ll be the only boy in the world for me. I’ll be the only fox in the world for you…”
“ I’m beginning to understand,” the little prince said. “There’s a flower … I think she’s tamed me…”
The fox continued. “And if you tame me, my life will be filled with sunshine. I’ll know the sound of footsteps that will be different from all the rest. Other footsteps send me back underground. Yours will call me out of my burrow, like music. <> Wheat fields say nothing to me … But you have hair the color of gold. So it will be wonderful, once you’ve tamed me! The wheat which is golden, will remind me of you. And I’ll love the sound of the wind in the wheat …”<>
Einstein listened and watched as the little prince tamed his fox.
The little prince and the fox spent their time together, until it was time to say good bye to each other.
“Ah!” the fox said. “I shall weep.”
“It’s your own fault,” the little prince said. “I never wanted to do you any harm, but you insisted that I tame you…”
“Yes, of course,” the fox said.
“But you’re going to weep!” said the little prince.<>
“I get something,” the fox said, “because of the color of the wheat.” Then he added, “Go look at the roses again. You’ll understand that yours is the only rose in all the world.<>”
After they said their goodbyes, the little prince went to look at the roses again. <>
“You’re not at all like my rose. …my rose, all on her own, is more important than all of you together, since she’s the one I’ve watered. Since She’s the one I put under glass. Since she’s the one I sheltered behind a screen. … Since she’s the one I listened to when she complained, or when she boasted, or even sometimes when she said nothing at all. Since she’s my rose.”
[The Little Prince by Antoine de Saint-Exupery]
When Einstein awakens he is on the beach again walking toward Rudy and John, but he is invisible to them. They are older now, maybe in their 40’s. He can’t quite tell. Their children and their wives are running with laughter. John and Rudy are sitting privately together, where Rudy found John that first day before he began law school at Berkeley. They are both leaning into the side of this rock, sitting in the sand facing one another.
Einstein feels overwhelmed with emotion as he sees them in their future’s future. They are a good ten years older than they were in their last future where he met them.
John turns to Rudy:
I am actually a patent attorney. I don’t really think about it until I’m here on this beach. I didn’t really expect to make it through, but that Einstein guy gave me hope, even as much as I tried to dismiss him. Somehow I let him in. I think it was the way he looked at me with his eyes so full of hope and light … and they glistened. I felt loved in some strange way.
Well you are a great lawyer, John. I don’t know what I would have done all of this time without you. You have made it safe for me to play with any idea I want. Knowing you are there, gives me a sense of peace. You find a way to protect my ideas and I can let myself run free. You are the most creative lawyer I could imagine!
They both laugh out loud in abandon.
I can always feel that something amazing is about to happen, when I am here. It’s as though I am closer to myself, to my real self not just the one who is this lawyer … to that someone inside me who knows that I am always more. Right now I have a sense that I am limitless … that I am infinite in possibility … that I never really end.
Yeah, it’s not what they taught us, is it? But I love the freedom of it all. I love the endless possibilities that present themselves when I’m here in this space, in this frame of mind – or I guess it’s more like when I”m out of my mind.
Again they find themselves laughing without constraint, flopping up against the smoothness of rock. Rudy leans out of control on to the sand and sees something move from behind some rocks all clumped together.
John, I think an animal or something is behind those rocks. It’s weird looking. I just got a quick glimpse of it.
Ok, let’s look.
They walk back to the rocks and at first they think it is a trick of light as the sun is touching the edge of horizon. It has a violet tinge and streaks its light as it moves. They walk further behind to see that these rocks have formed themselves into a shallow cave facing leftward into the southern sea. John and Rudy make their way into its opening.
As they approach, Rudy hears inside his mind:
There is so much behind the form.
He shakes his head, trying to get those silly sounds out of it. And thoughts in his mind return.
You have made your way beyond your fears that you would be struggling and alone, beyond the old patterns embedded in your physical genetics. You are freer than before. Now go further. Let your imagination be untamed by what you know. Let it soar beyond what you can yet know.
Rudy turns to John:
Do you hear this?
John says half listening to Rudy:
I don’t hear anything but I am feeling something very strange. I feel a sense of peace, but also of joy … and I feel I am everywhere and here in the same moment. I sense this inner knowing that we are more of … well I don’t have a name to give it. I feel that we will always know one another. It’s like our souls know one another, always have and always will …
When they look together into the shallow cave, they think it is a ‘she’, but can’t quite tell. ‘She’ is violet everywhere, her wild apparel, her skin, her eyes. She almost blinks in and out of existence. They wonder if they are really seeing anything, until they confirm their experience with one another.
They see the trails of violet gather small logs from one side of the cave to make a fire in the center. Then a long slender hand shoots fire into the bon fire and lights it. The fire catches uncommonly fast, and they feel an invitation to sit in front of the fire. As they sit, they are altered. Violet streaks begin circling them, until the entire room is filled with violet light. The bonfire leaps with deep orange, green, yellow, and deep blue flames, all dancing with wild abandon … drawing them in deeper … until they are inside a twin cave, with a table sitting in place of the fire.
They are now standing in the domed room with several very strange characters sitting around the table. They all seem to be colorful expressions of water pools or mountain terrain or fields of wild flowers. One seems to be etheric, like the sky or a breeze.
John and Rudy know to sit at the table and when they do, the others begin to talk into their minds, all at once and they can’t understand. All they hear is jabber in some kind of strange language. But their minds seem to slow it down … and the electromagnetic shower is transformed into their native language. John can hear it first, and helps Rudy focus to slow its pace.
The Other Ones:
You are protectors and guardians of creativity and innovation. So we come to you. We can find you from your resonance. And we call for you. With your permission, we want to help you fulfill your purpose. It is not necessary to know how we do this or to know what will happen. But it is necessary for you to give us permission to help you. And we need your help.
John looks into the swirling of light and color that seems to be electrified in its chaotic nature of jerks and wild arcing with pauses of deep stillness appearing unexpectedly.
I welcome your help, but not only do I not know how you’re helping me, I have no idea how I can help you.
The Other Ones:
We will come to you disguised for a time. We may come to your office as a client or as someone in need on the side of the road or as a new friend you meet. We will let you know at that time what we need. There will be a day when we show ourselves more directly in your world. But that time has not yet come.
Well I have no idea who you are, but I would love some help on new ideas for what I can do next. And I can give you some too, if I know what you want.
The Other Ones
Yes, Rudy, we accept. We might come as thoughts that you think you have. Don’t tame them. Let them be wild and free. Your imagination will help you find your direction and this will also give to us. Your imagination is your genius, Rudy. John, it is your feelings that we need. Feel deep and wide. Feel often and let your feelings guide you. Don’t let anyone dismiss what you feel. This is your genius.
John and Rudy look at one another and they are in front of the flames of fire that seem to have softened. They hear the sounds of their families and in the next moment they are sitting in front of their favorite rock as their families are calling them to the ocean’s edge at sunset.
As a rose has tamed a little prince,as a little prince has tamed a fox, a group of faerie will always be the rose for two brothers, and two brothers will be each other’s rose and fox … through an entanglement of resolve, love, and imagination untamed – which has but to unfold, until it is time to leave.
Does not the moon require the strange star’s great shining
in order to find itself mirrored in the village pond?
How can the least thing happen, if the future’s fullness,
all of times great sum, does not move toward us?
[Rainer Maria Rilke]
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