The Harvest

by John David Krygelski

  “But your muscles don’t react to that visualization. Just thinking it doesn’t cause you to step off and fall.”

  “I think I understand.”

  “Excellent.”

  “Could we talk a little more about the relationship between matter and energy?”

  “Certainly. What would you like to know?”

  “At this point, I’m not sure I even know the right question. You’ve turned everything upside down. I feel less like a physicist and more like Alice Through the Looking Glass.”

  “There are so many avenues you and your peers have traveled that are correct. Unfortunately, there are many blind alleys that are currently being touted as the ideal direction for scientific pursuit. Much of reality is simpler than is thought to be the case. Matter is simply energy that is not traveling at the speed of light.”

  “What? Wait a minute! Explain that.”

  “All matter is energy; all energy is matter. It is all the same substance. What determines its properties are two things, its speed and your mind. Visualize energy as being the stem cells of the physical world. In the form of pure energy, it has the ability to become any matter that is needed. It is all around you. Every corner of the universe is filled with this resource, the raw material needed to create anything. All it takes is the Word.”

  “The Word?” Reese asked.

  “Yes…the Word, the concept, the command. I spoke to you both about additional layers of complexity being created in front of scientists. I also explained a few minutes ago that it was the mind of the scientist which created the new particle, not me. What I neglected to stress was that the layers were created by the scientists…not by me.”

  Startled, Walt said, “All of it?”

  “Yes,” Elohim answered. “If you will recall, at the microscopic level, the scope of creation is so slight that the mind of an individual scientist is sufficiently strong to bring a new level of particle into existence. He or she first develops a theory that a subatomic particle should exist, then sets out to prove its existence…and succeeds.

  “And if you will also recall, a second mind can nullify the creation caused by the original scientist. As long as there is a consensus, the act of creation can grow exponentially from a single invisible particle, to manifest as a tangible segment of the fabric of your reality.”

  Reese was stunned by the revelation. “So Creation isn’t exclusive to You.”

  Elohim smiled. “As so much else we have discussed, this is not that simple. Each of you is instilled with a part of me. Without that part, the act of creation cannot occur.”

  With that Elohim paused and reached his hands out to the center of the table between himself and Penfield and Reese. With his arms fully outstretched, he cupped his hands and held them about eight inches apart. “Before I begin,” he said, “I would like to make a request. Reese, as you may recall, the book and table that I materialized appeared when you were not looking in that direction. The small table then disappeared also while you were not looking.”

  “Yes, I remember.”

  “There is a reason for this. As I explained, your minds already influence reality.

  “An object spontaneously appearing is a phenomenon you will consciously reject. This rejection can be so strong that you will not see the object, even though it is there. It is this mechanism which explains the failure of scientists to authenticate the incipient ability in people.”

  “Their own disbelief neutralizes the effect of the person studied?”

  “Yes. Remember, the subject of the experiment is exerting energy from his mind to affect the environment. The scientist, by his own inherent disbelief, is doing the same thing. For the rare individuals who have begun to develop the skill within themselves, it is akin to trying to light a candle as an observer persistently blows it out. I am about to create an object right before your eyes. I am asking for a willing suspension of disbelief.”

  Penfield asked, “So, if our minds oppose the appearance of it, do we prevent it?”

  “My ability is more than sufficient to bring it into existence, even if there were a thousand disbelievers observing. That is not the concern. The concern is only that you will not witness it if you reject it firmly enough.”

  Reese said, “Okay by me,” and stared intently at the space cupped between Elohim’s hands. Elohim looked at Penfield, who just nodded.

  “First I will begin with basic carbon, the most fundamental of the building blocks of life.” The space between his hands was empty; then suddenly, floating in air, was what appeared to be a lump of coal. “There is contained within the area between my hands enough energy to create this carbon. In fact, there is sufficient energy in that space to create millions of tons of carbon, if I wished. The energy descends from its natural state. As it slows to a speed below the speed of light, it becomes matter. Which matter it becomes is a function of my wishes for it. It can be carbon, or it can be a compound such as steel.” The lump instantly changed to a cube of polished steel. “It can be a liquid, such as water….” The cube transformed to a swirling sphere of water, still suspended between his hands. “Or a gas, like neon…,” he continued, and the water changed to a slightly milky gas, maintaining the spherical shape. “Your alchemists of the past believed they could create gold and tried for entire lifetimes to do so, never knowing that they could do it with their minds.” The gas changed to a perfect ball of shining gold. Slowly, Elohim reached his hands together until he grasped the golden ball. Gently, he set it on the table and rolled it to Reese.

  Catching it, Reese was surprised at the weight. After turning it over in his hands several times, he handed it to Penfield who, again, seemed at a loss for words. Penfield took the precious mineral and stared at it. After some time he finally spoke. “So, everything is an illusion?”

  “Why do you ask that?”

  “I’ve grown up believing that water is water and gold is gold…that everything is what it is. We can manipulate it. We can combine various elements…we can exert various forces to change it from one thing to another but only within the properties of the material. We can’t…couldn’t put a cotton ball in a room and turn it into an elephant.”

  “Walter, you have spent most of your life trying to figure out how everything works. Now that some of the answers are in front of you, you’re sad because the knowledge seems to make it unreal. I ask you, how does understanding the process make it something other than reality?”

  “I don’t know,” Penfield answered, still staring at the ball of gold as if it were going to disappear suddenly. “It just seems so arbitrary…so capricious.”

  “You don’t think that an asteroid smashing into the Earth and destroying every living thing is arbitrary and capricious? Or the accidental mutation of a virus that wipes out mankind? Or a nearby star going supernova, bombarding the Earth with cosmic radiation that kills everything? Walter, reality is as you decide. You on Earth, those in Heaven, and I myself – we create it, control it, maintain it, and guide it so that it is predictable. What is the real difference for you if your mind can create a ball of gold or you can extract it from the Earth?”

  “Well, specifically gold – if everyone’s mind can create it, it becomes valueless.”

  “Its value becomes intrinsic, rather than based upon scarcity, real or contrived. Another way of looking at your newfound reality is to consider the points made by Reese when he discusses the hierarchy of needs. If mankind reaches a level where he can fabricate matter by thought alone, he has reached a new freedom. The skill not only applies to creating pretty baubles; a mere thought can create a bushel of rice or a cheeseburger. Once attained, this skill frees mankind from the pursuit of food, in fact from the pursuit of all that is material. The right people, obtaining such freedom, will devote their lives to the philosophical and humanistic avenues.”

  “And those who are not the ‘right’ people?” asked Reese.

  “Reese, you already know the answer. It is the point of your lectures.
People who are not ready for this freedom will exhibit their lack of readiness in several ways. For some, being able to conjure up a mansion for themselves will not satisfy them if all others can do the same. Possessing a mansion, in and of itself, is not their goal. Having a mansion greater than the others’ is. If these people have the skill, they will use it to create a grand personal environment for themselves, but they will also use it to destroy or diminish the environments of others.”

  “Like a mental graffiti,” said Penfield.

  “Yes, in a way, but obviously much more powerful. There are also those who actually hate humanity. Reese, as you and I discussed in earlier meetings, this began as a self-hatred and transformed into an outer-directed emotion. Imagine living in an environment where you were hated by another who possessed this skill.”

  Penfield answered, “Assuming I also had the skill, it would be a constant battle just to maintain the status quo.”

  “Precisely. And the problem with conflicts of this nature is that they escalate to the point where they develop a life of their own. The original hatred that fueled the first salvo is forgotten. Each attack and counter becomes a justification in itself to move to a higher level of aggression.”

  “That sounds like the history of war on Earth,” said Reese.

  “Actually not,” answered Elohim. “The earlier warriors in your past instinctively knew something that has been either forgotten or deliberately ignored. It’s true that the nature of war is retaliation. This is so true that even when a war is won, an enemy has been created…an enemy who falls back, regroups, and rearms until once again ready to attack. This can only be avoided either by wiping out your enemy completely, as the ancient warriors did, or by so devastating them that you instill an uncontrollable fear within them, a fear that arises whenever they have even a thought about engaging you in war. This is the case with Japan. The use of the atomic bombs on their cities created a psychological scar on their collective mind. Any thought of retaliation evokes the images of what inevitably would occur as a result of a conflict with the U.S., and the angry thought is repressed. To a lesser degree, the UK and its allies accomplished the same thing with Germany. In both cases, only time will tell whether the strategy worked or simply delayed the eventual retaliation. The devastation wrought upon both countries created festering, deeply buried anger that, if unleashed, will be far worse than before.

  “In an environment where all possess the skill, the result is chaos for all. Remember, the ability to produce matter in any form is dependent upon all others within your environment. If you choose to produce a delicious bowl of soup, the mental strength of your neighbor may not be powerful enough to make the soup disappear, but he can materialize a fly to float on top. If several minds join together, they can undo your creations.

  “Another manifestation of a lack of readiness would be those who have such a poor self image that they do not believe they are deserving of the good things they can produce. They actually prefer a lifestyle of dependence and unfortunate circumstances. In a world where all people can produce what they need with a mere thought, tolerance for this last group is nil. There is then a dependent group in a world with no charity, not because people are cruel or harsh, but rather because it is unnecessary.”

  Realization belatedly struck Reese. “Elohim, are You describing Heaven? I mean, are You describing the reason for Your visits…and Your judgments?”

  “I am,” said Elohim, smiling. “Heaven is such a place…where all possess that skill, as well as others. With such magnificent individual power, you can see the importance of the selection process. The skill to produce is not limited to only good. Those with the skill can produce weapons, viruses, surrogates to perform unspeakable acts. If it can be imagined, it can be produced. Most of your fellow humans cannot handle such power.”

  “So, life on Earth,” Penfield asked, “is like an application to a country club?”

  Laughing, Elohim answered, “Walter, populating Heaven was the reason for Creation. Were it not for that need, Earth, and everyone who lives upon it, would not exist.”

  Chapter Eighteen

  Clayton Dean sat in the lobby outside the oval office. This was unusual; the President normally did not keep him waiting. The entrance to the waiting room abruptly flew open, and Margo Jackson rushed in, breathless.

  “Oh, hi, Clayton. I’m afraid I’m the reason you’re waiting.” Turning to the President’s secretary, Margo started to tell her to let the President know she was there but noticed the woman was already on the phone.

  Murmuring something that Margo could not hear, the secretary hung up and turned to the two. “You may go in.”

  Dean beat her to the door, swinging it open and walking in first, leaving Margo to follow behind. ‘So much for chivalry!’ she thought to herself as she noticed that the President was alone in his office. There was no pretext of pretending to study papers while his visitors walked in, as so many others in a position of power would indulge. He was already rising from behind his desk, coming around to greet them.

  “Clayton, Margo, good to see you both. Thank you for coming on such short notice.”

  Both acknowledged his greeting and sat in the wingback chairs facing his desk. The President returned to his seat and said, “I really need to hear an update on this situation directly from both of you. Please, fill me in.”

  Clayton and Margo glanced at each other, unsure who should go first. Dean nodded at Margo, and she began, “Mr. President, it seems to be building up some momentum. As you know, we’ve moved Elohim to State where Reese Johnson is continuing to meet with him. Dr. Johnson was joined this morning by Walter Penfield, the noted….”

  The President interrupted gently, “Margo, I know who Dr. Penfield is. Please go on.”

  “Sorry. They’ve been at it since about 5:00 a.m. We’re still able to listen and watch video live, but no recording has been successful.”

  “Does anyone have any theories on why we can’t record the meetings?”

  “The technicians have torn the equipment apart, added new stuff, done everything they can think of doing. Apparently, we can’t record because Elohim doesn’t want to be recorded.”

  “When the technicians come to that conclusion, that’s persuasive. Please go on.”

  “Penfield went in ‘loaded for bear.’ He thought it was a bunch of bull…baloney, and figured it would take him about fifteen minutes to prove it. He’s been in there for” – she paused and looked at her watch – “about five hours now, and it looks like he’s coming around to the consensus opinion.”

  “The consensus being that Elohim is the real thing?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Amazing! Is Penfield willing to make a statement to that effect?”

  “He has promised to speak, but only as a lay person – not as a scientist.”

  “What does that mean?”

  “What he said during a break was that he has no idea how to even define God, much less devise a test that would prove His existence. On the other hand, he personally believes in God and is willing to state his opinion about Elohim when the time comes.”

  The President thought for a moment. As he did, Margo stared at his face closely. ‘This has been a tough office for him,’ she thought. If the color of his hair and lines on his face were any indication, he had aged triple the number of years he had actually been behind this desk. She could see that he came to some sort of conclusion.

  “I think it will be a distinction that’ll be lost on most people. Let’s stay with him. Anything else, Margo?”

  “Yes, sir, there is something else. Walter wanted some proof. So, apparently, Elohim bestowed upon Penfield the ability to pass his body through solid matter. He, Elohim, also materialized a ball of solid gold.”

  The President stared at Margo as if waiting for the punch line. She smiled nervously and said nothing further. He finally spoke up, “Walter Penfield can pass through walls?”

  “Yes, sir. Apparently.
Elohim did this as a way to illustrate how matter works at the atomic level.”

  Glancing over at Dean, he said, “I think I would have preferred parting the sea or something like that.”

  Dean said nothing.

  Shifting gears, the President said, “Margo, what’s our status on the home front? Are things getting out of hand?”

  “Well, sir, it’s a little strange. Most illegal activities are way down. We don’t have exact figures yet; however, anecdotally, all of the field offices are reporting that it’s very quiet. We’re getting the same feedback from several of the larger police departments.”

  The President smiled. “I think people are just holding their breath and hedging their bets. When we went to church this morning, it was packed. Reverend Bleeker told me after the service that it has been like that at all of the services. And people are congregating at his church, and most others from what he has heard, during off hours. Just wanting to be there.”