The concepts my friend was
introducing me to were so foreign in understanding I had difficulty accepting
the reality of our predicament. I was a
wayward traveler in an unknown land trying to grasp the meaning of my
appearance. The man in the wood had not
struck me as an omnipotent being but in my limited understanding of existence
would I really have known what he was?
His appearance was not that of a divine being but of a lost and angry
gnome. What was the point of his return
and what could we expect? And what does
it all have to do with me? At first I
thought my being sent to Bimini was an act of punishment but upon experiencing
this new world it was obvious it was a place of peace and knowledge. If this had been a punishment it was a
terrible example of one. If the Man in
the Wood was indeed the manifestation of the almighty then I truly believe
there was a reason I was sent here. One
fact was obvious, the people of Bimini feared him.
In our world the days of the
angry and jealous God were over, humanity revered God as a wise and all-knowing
deity. It was hard to understand the
view the people of Bimini had of God.
Here God was angry and feared, I could feel the fear wash over the
village as my friend and I spoke. All
feelings were one. What we knew, all
knew. But there was something else I
felt then, a feeling I had not felt since I awoke in this new world. Uncertainty. It was a feeling I could tell was foreign to
these people. The fear of the unknown,
the monster in the darkness. I could
feel it deep in my brain clawing at my heart.
In my world the fear of uncertainty was a common fear, something
humanity has had to deal with since the dawn of time and we have created coping
mechanisms to deal with these fears. I
had the distinct feeling that this emotion was unknown to them and I could feel
the anxiety of the town rise as it took hold in their bodies.
If our worlds were indeed so
intimately connected it would stand to reason there must be something more than
science at work here. Although it was
difficult for me to understand the man in the wood, I could not shake that
feeling there was indeed a reason for his madness, he words were that of
punishment but his actions were that of compassion. What did he want? What was the purpose of all of this?
My thought were interrupted when
a tremendous vibration overtook the rock building we were sitting in. It increased to an almost intolerable level
and we both dashed from our seats and from the building back to the center of
the village just in time to see it. The
rest of the villagers had gathered as well.
We all looked to the sky, the fear, the utter terror I felt emanating from
the villagers overwhelmed me. I looked to the sky to see an all too familiar
sight. A sight one should only see in a
picture or in orbit. There it was
hanging in the sky for all to see. My
home. My Earth.
As I looked to the sky, it looked
different. There was now a familiarity
to the constellations, things no longer felt as ethereal as they initially
had. I don’t know how I could understand
it but somehow I knew I was back in my own universe. I looked the other direction and could see
the remnant of a vortex diminishing over the horizon. We had been pulled through, from one plane to
the next. That was the vibration we
felt. The veil had been lifted. Our two worlds now danced among the stars
together locked in a dance of tidal forces and gravity.
The Earth looked so large in the
sky. A behemoth threatening to tear us
apart. But there was something odd about
the familiar planet. All over I could
see abnormal streaks of electricity sparking from one side of the planet to the
other. I began to again become aware of
what the villagers were thinking. Their
initial terror had subsided and now felt as a dull thud in my chest. I could sense a rising curiosity, a desire to
understand and to solve this dilemma.
They were intrigued by the streaks of lightning across the surface of
the planet. One word continued to echo
in my head, the hive mind agreed in unison.
“The Static has Arisen”
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