Bonnie nodded. "Everyone‘s unique perception of exterior events is
their reality. It follows that there are endless realities, meaning there are
endless events that offer infinite choices?"
"Yes."
"To restrict the infinite to a definitive few, at a critical time when the
momentum of this shared reality is unusually fast, is to force people‘s
evolution one way or another. So the advantage is not the emissaries‘; it is
yours."
_____Iran and the Blues_____
I pondered this point of view, sniggering dryly over the apparent
impossibility of getting people to listen anyway, as Bonnie casually said,
"We‘re going to look at your travels to consider the conformation process
in different cultures."
"Ready when you are," I said as if it mattered.
"I think maybe you are," she said. "You‘ll recall from our
conversation at Chez Michel‘s," she said, settling into the new topic, "that
you designed the span of your experiences to encompass how the average
person‘s beliefs are formed, and how they react in various circumstances
of increasing pressure."
She closed her eyes and almost verbatim repeated a channel Saa-ra
had delivered to me a few days earlier. "In a profound way," she said,
"you are a crowd that has been conformed to embrace apocalyptic beliefs.
Generations of men have assimilated their forerunners‘ capacity for horror
to the degree that even a man (me) born in the grace of infinite love, and
raised with boundless clemency, blithely participated in the madness. You
chose your path to become a great grandchild of the Somme, a grandson of
Normandy, and a child of Vietnam, to maul your beautiful spirit in the
chaos of your times. You have seen the end, and you have become it. You
represent individuals who represent nations who are leading their children
down the path of ruin, egomaniacally killing every relationship they have
in and to your world. The crucial lesson you must understand now is that
fear is not a consequence of warfare, it is its source."
"I remember; you‘re saying that my fear is archetypical?"
"You could have it no other way, and it‘s more pervasive than you
can imagine… for now."
She tapped the table lightly as she made her points.
"When we first met, you were so sensitive to the word magic that you
claimed there was no such thing as a mystery—just ignorance. You also
