How To Walk On Water

Lauren was at the office, the papers that I left behind at the café were strewn throughout her desk. She was shocked, it was a brief on her life, on Antoinette’s on Habakkuk from all dimensions, she read about Habakkuk being from the 12 century BC, she read about Antoinette the former software company executive, she read about how the author of those papers thought he had little to like in Lauren, “she doesn’t have that emotional abandon that I prefer in a person, now Antoinette there is a woman that never takes her own pulse…” whatever the things meant, the notes were insufficient to draw a map of the person that wrote them it was a hapless random sampling which lead to no other conclusion than the morose feeling of being stalk by an insightful man with idle time in his hands.

Lauren felt dizzy, she almost fainted, her body felt naked, she closed her palms between her legs and closed her eyes for a second, Danny harped her back to life, “it’s the dead man’s pangs.” “Oh hush.” “You’ve seen hundreds of deaths Lauren what is wrong here!” Maybe Danny was just feisty because he too was suffering the same effects but he couldn’t take Lauren’s liberties to manifest them, instead he had to suffer the frustration of seeing Lauren express them and this did irk him some. He had to calm her down, he had to get her to say, “everything is ok, moving forward moving through.” As she was in the habit of saying, so he could be ok and remain in his unmolested environmental therapy.

Only she didn’t pep up, she didn’t rise to rescue the moment, she was precipitously throwing herself into her job dissatisfaction. Her hands holding her head up by the chin, “one more dead man, one more dead man, it rhymes, maybe what we are seeing is the composition of a living rhyme, one more dead man, the letters are human bodies, the breath of spaces our lack of comprehension, chasing solutions, the rhythm blooming with bloodied piano fingers.”

Danny composed himself alone, and whistle a topical British war hymn, and as he went Lauren did not utter a smile, he went, for the first time in all their years working side by side, for the first time they had not spoken, the connection was broken. Lauren saw the phone, pictured Antoinette at the other end comforting her, then she lapsed back into her confusion. She looked at all the insolvent crime files on her desk, the incessant accumulation of threads tying only incongruities, her listening membranes capturing the hustling machismo of the precinct, the policeman as doorman, just letting the crime wave have an audience, allowing for the only hearing a criminal might suspect for empathy, their worlds coalesced, Lauren had wanted to contribute something to the world, something redeeming and worthy but now she felt she was a part of a criminal system, not of preventing crime, but of being a critical axis of the crime network, the whole thing was a collage, a puzzle kept together by criminal and justice practitioners, each bidding their task to keep the system whole, keep the equilibrium, balance the cop with the murderer, the punishment with the crime, the law rose from the foundations of crime.

Lauren now didn’t know what she had done with her life, what she was, she lost her senses as a detective, her well define world had become susceptible to doubt, the strange Habakkuk, her lover Antoinette, brought up in a world where the definition of relationships were so different from her desires, brought up in a world where she could only feel guilty about being her self meanwhile her cop self fought for the righteousness of that world.

What would she do now? She wasn’t solving cases, she wasn’t even close to understanding how and why events were unfolding and piling on top of her desk. What could she do, she didn’t know any other job, nothing had ever really interested her, now what? The captain was sure to get rid of her, nice as Ogle was, he loved her for her results and would fall out love with her as soon as a self made upstart would trounce along. She was a just a position for the captain, the role of chief detective for homicide was her, the role was dependant on results, her years of results would not aggregate any loyalty, every year she had to reinvent results, she wasn’t in insurance sales, where each customer added to the retirement plan, it was instead a new case and a new case and another new case, senseless violence needed to be made explicable, that was her job, that was what she did, that was not who she was. And now, perhaps a little late in life, now she knew it.

Back at her abode a whole other aspect of her life was unfolding. Antoinette was resting her body on the arm of the couch, listening to Habakkuk explain that he was going to walk on water. Lauren had managed to remain skeptical and whimsical about it, but Antoinette was instead marvelously supportive, she was not doubting that Habakkuk could walk on water, she just wanted to know how he was going to do it. And so with her listening Habakkuk rendered the event:

“It is very simple there is never a shortage of energy in the universe because the universe is nothing but pure energy all over. There is fast energy, slow energy, energy that is dying and energy that is energizing, energy that just seems to go on for eternity, and all that energy is embodied in something so rudimentary as a simple 100 watt light bulb with gushes out a billion-billion photons or in the vacuum we see as empty space where there may or may not be a half a photon, there is energy everywhere and my trick is that the energy…”

The conversation was paused by a ring at the door. It was Otto and Trocin, I don’t use their Fatherly nomenclature because being they here with Habakkuk and now dear friends of Antoinette and Lauren and the cats, it was obvious we were not talking to the church.

The standard greetings were shared, Antoinette much delighted by their appearance. “Oh you have come at a most opportune time, Habakkuk is about to tell us how he is going to walk on water.” Trocin languished on that a bit, tilting his head a little to try to add more weight to the left side of his brain, Otto jumped right on in. “Why Jesus of Nazareth walked on water, I suppose any one could as he was the embodiment in flesh and blood of the divine principle and he died as a man, therefore it seems logical that any other faithful creature of god ought to be able to walk on water.”

Trocin jumped in, “You are supposing that because Jesus was born a man so as to relinquish us of our sins, that his traits as savior would amount to traits that any man can possess, so he could turn water into wine, he could perform miracles, he could separate the waters of the red sea, these acts are holy and divine in origin and they can only be performed by an angel, a god or a holy spirit, but don’t imagine that your conjecturing correctly that Jesus was a man of normal attributes, he was not such.”

Otto, who was always subservient to the intellectual Trocin, silently thought in the back of his head, “Peter walked on the sea of Galilee to reach Jesus..” yet he refrained from mentioning it because as Peter showed lack of faith he sunk and Jesus had to rush to his aid thus becoming the worlds first lifeguard on top of all his other number one acts. Otto would argue that Peter sinking proves his point as Jesus confirmed by saying, “Peter you have so little faith.”

Habakkuk intercepted. “One does not need to be a man of faith to walk on water, to walk on water one must comprehend the energies of the universe and their flow, it is not about holiness, it is about the energy that keeps you going on about Christ which has less to do with faith and more to do with highly energized realities of the universe. Jesus would have had to use these energies to walk on the sea of Galilee, to separate the red sea, and to turn the water into wine; even to suffer martyrdom, tons of energies harnessed through his palms and third eye, were and must have been needed.”

Antoinette, “Through his palms?”

“Yes, the palms are the point concentrator where by all our sentient energies pulsate in and out of the body, the third eye allows for a localize rendering of the ergio units within the body, Jesus had miracle healing hands; when he was crucified the stigmata reflected the severing of his ability to feel and harness the miraculous ergios of our cosmic, he was severed intentionally. The stigmata is an extrication from our ability to alter ergio flows within ourselves and our surroundings. The Romans may not have been aware of this as they were grunting-materialists but they would have sensed it in some unknown way and so acted to undo the divine palms by symbolically nailing the stigmata.”

Trocin uttered, “ergio?”

The door bell rang yet again. It was no other that lively Shangra asking if Antoinette was going to the spa, to which she promptly replied, “the conversation here is too juicy lets stay and hear it, our bodies can withstand one day without therapeutic relaxation.” Shangra was not that thrill about it, she wanted to faint into the simple fragrances of mud baths, and when Antoinette noted that the conversation was about walking on water, it became clearer that she wasn’t that interested, “walking on water sounds like a waste of time, I will stay a listen for a bit but I will probably go soon and try to lower that pile of laundry I have at home.” The truth was that Shangra was a rock of a personality, she wouldn’t accept any new ideas or philosophies, she was complete, this was not to say that she was close minded, she was just in no need to explore a game where the results would not matter until the game was over. She would be there to review the results, that would be good enough for her. This was her theory about political campaigns too, she waited out the results, she didn’t fuzz about the race, she preferred to travel from results to results rather than deal with the cumbersome defining details.

As they returned to the living room, on the way picking up delicious morsels of French cheeses and more red wine, it was a jolly invitation to extent the evening indefinitely, but as they returned Habakkuk was finishing the grinding explanation of what ergio meant and how these units spread themselves and were amassed by objects and things, making everything in the universe really nothing more than a spectrum of energy which could manifest itself as light, matter or even gravity.

Otto, “So you are saying that spectrum interactions seed the universe with ergio units which as they smash, amass and change velocity based on interactions or not, comprise the base unit of everything that the dynamic energy quotient of any given thing is, and that determines how within the universe any given thing is; and presumably we humans have a low energy quotient and are in fact, according to you, a sort of sewer energy sipping out of high energy physics, this because the universe lives mostly off of higher interactions and the rarity of life is basically the result of the obvious youth of our universe, and so its lack of age makes rare its content of sewer energy such as humans.”

While the other members of the group were looking on in splendid wonder, Habakkuk replied while duly clapping.

“Precisely Otto, you have it on the mark, the universe shouldn’t really like us, we are as it might be quite obvious, (bristling sounds through the room, “aha”) the lowest possible energy holdout in the universe, hence the reason why we develop stomachs, eating is a futile last gasp attempt at reversing entropy; we develop brains and more logically consciousness as a way to escape our incessant energy perdition. The realization that we are alive, “I think therefore I am” is a realization that we are suffering a lowering of ergio status within the confines of the cosmic. A neutrino doesn’t have to feed itself and it doesn’t have to live the examined life, but we do; we have to figure out how to prevent ourselves from going over the cascading abyss into nothingness. We grew mind, an incredibly energy light device, to figure a manual solution to what will inevitably be a problem for a graying universe, that as it ages all those quarks, all those neutrinos, all those photons will have to face our peril, as they cool, as they reach lower energy levels they will have to face an organic existence, and when they face that they will realize that they have slowed down and become trapped in the puddle of existence; a recognition made possible by the gruesome depiction of their time line speeding up, they begin to age and to notice distance, they can now only live in four dimensions where there are ten, (hence the mathematics) in the organic everything becomes an obstacle for them, for them and us the universe now is not “all” there, instead they and us are locked in localities of dimensional space which consume us by any measure movement, so much that we need to breath.”

He pauses, almost sweating from how fast he was expounding his philosophy. “And the most terrible part of it, the most constraining part of it all is that a neutrino can pass through the essence of billions upon billions of masses but we can’t even go through one, thus rises our need to feel and love, our need to touch some one else is a condition comprised of our indelible right to crash into things. There thus rises our urge to feel that we are still feeling and passing through a billion upon billion of entities, because to feel all the universe is how we may feel alive, but organically alive we instead succumb to a linearity now comprise of time, comprised of stomachs, comprised of a history, comprised of energy stagnation, we are withering because we are now allergic to radioactivity, and in that withering we find the reason to find an energyless god, an entity that doesn’t depend on the physics or our universe for its existence, we reach for the universal supra-consciousness, which reaches across and beyond the dimensional boundaries of the universe to allow all of us lower energy entities to embrace each other on our timeline mandated death march.”

He pauses, swallows some saliva while the silence in the room encourages his countenance, “Still the universe is young, we won’t see large formations of humanities or supra-consciousness, that is, low ergio unit beings and energyless gods, for quite a while; it is doubtful that there are very advanced civilizations in the universe, they are probably largely in synchronicity with our earthly time tables. Civilizations will attempt to carbonize the feelings that they once enjoyed as quantum particles, technology a contraption of the scientific mind is just a mechanical way to touch what our new born organic limitations alienated, our ability two be in two places at once, our probability factoring exquisiteness where we could assume any guise purely dependant on who was watching us, the bounty of boundless space within us as voided of dull matter realities as we graced the speed of light; we have lost those effects. The only false optimism that we may now posses about ourselves, is that we are the elders of the universe, we were the youngest born the oldest now, we lived the eons and survived the big bang, we have crossed through the entire gamut of the energy spectrum, from the maximum crest to our current lowest energy state; which is why we can now have eyes to witness light, an impossibility for a photon; while our posterity, all those neutrinos, all those leptons and quarks are enjoying their supernova lifestyles, skyrocketing thoughtlessly and ricocheting unaware of the thoughtful sewer energy that they will become.”

The room remained silent, then Trocin entered some words. “It seems to me that you have the universe pretty well figured out, that mind of yours probably doesn’t rest very much, and now you want to walk on water, and I don’t dare speak for anyone else here, but for myself, even as your theory or philosophy whatever you want to call it chap, sounds most interesting, there are others but speaking for my self, you could gain a lot of belief out me simply by walking on water.”

The group did a roundup of laughs and they equally suggested that if Habakkuk could walk on water they would all be willing to believe him. To which he replied.

“Well walking on water, while not terribly difficult, does require some practice but it also requires tremendous amounts of concentration which any audience would quickly dissipate, so as you can see that being observed does offer a significant problem to the undertaking.”

Antoinette proposed, “we could put a video camera up, so we could watch from a remote location.”

Otto interjected, “no a video camera can be played with tricks, that would always leave it up to belief, I think I want to see it in person.”

Shangra offered, “We could be at a distance and use a telescope, I think that would be just fine for me, I’d be willing to believe it with my own eyes like that.”

Trocin interrupted, “I think old chap that we have to be there next to you as you walk onto the water, even if you only manage it for a few seconds because of our interruptions, a four second walk on water is an earth shattering accomplishment, so you just walk on water for four seconds and you have us convinced of anything you want to prophecy or say even if it doesn’t happen in our life times.”

At that point the front door opened and Lauren came into the room arousing the hunger of her people as she had been notified by Antoinette to bring plenty of Chinese food with a special request for Dragon Pork! The gang quickly disengaged from the topic and went to pick at the remains of duck and pork and cow sunk into oyster sauces and peas and noodles and carrots, so as to reenergize themselves with ergio units.

During the feast a general update was done, and Antoinette all caught in the story asked, “So how do you go about walking on water?”

But Trocin interrupted, “First can you tell us why it is so important for us to believe you that you will go to such lengths?”

“A fair question Father Trocin, and it is not because you are my friends that I want you to believe me, it is because I love humanity and because I need to communicate with my humanity so that once they acknowledge the perils of our situation they will move to overcome the hates and the angers and join to harvest the positive ergio flows which they posses as one and not divided.”

“But that doesn’t answer my question Prophet Habakkuk, that doesn’t answer it at all, we are not humanity, we hardly have the podium to become your apostles,” smirking some, “besides I hardly think that my parishioners are going to believe me if I try to convince them of something that the Vatican hasn’t sanctioned.”

“Oh but that’s just it you see, I don’t have to convince your parishioners to enter the medium of our humanity, to enter the message into the Akashic records I only have to tell it to you and it instantly becomes accessible to anyone within our humanity that wishes to sense or has a feeling for my message. And the replication of belief will take place once it is codified in the Akashic record it will spread, and based on how genuine it is it will organically grow to engulf others distant and unknown from us, even other sentient beings in other planets, the Akashic grants access to any and all sentient essence, my message has then the importance that the world wants to give it, it may pass a millennium before it gravitates into the worldly consciousness or it may pass infinity without bail, one doesn’t know these things, one can only bid one’s duty and hope for no more.”

“But isn’t that, what is in your mind already inhabiting the Akashic records and for that matter other sentient consciousness, including perhaps ours though unaided by our awareness?”

Habakkuk ringing a toast…

“Of course! I might only be a replicator, that might just be the case, prophets like me aren’t so much prophets as we are good readers of the Akashic consequences based on all the tanglings of events and their interactions. Just the same some one else may have planted these feelings and ideas into the Akashic and I am only just another apostle, though my ego has a difficult time reconciling itself to that probability; it would prefer to imagine that the current warring world is ample evidence that we have just to explore some harsh realities on the nature of our existence. Still the truth is that ideas and concepts form en mass, they accumulate potential as desires before they are born, today we are gripped with ideas that have axiomatically been spread throughout our civilization, psychoanalysis, evolution, relativity, these are but gripping ideas, they could exist, they may exist, they may well be real in some context and unreal in another, the grip that these beliefs have over us is what makes them real, should we let them go they will suffer a great unrolling, we will never blame ourselves for their new found untruth because when we believed in them, they were the truth. That is how science can change its theories and never feel bad, it is reconciled with the fact that what it believes as truth becomes axiomatic; what it can prove to itself is logically the truth. That’s not unreal. Psychoanalysis might be the biggest cockeyed entrapment of the mind by the mind, it doesn’t matter it is true to the mind; you can fix yourself through psychoanalysis, others know better how your mind should work, and for a minor fee they will listen to your travails and help you cope, we lean into some truths to help us cope that is the truth of psychoanalysis.”

Otto muttering, “ug…and evolution?”

“There is a dandy, evolution is most interesting because it serves to place us at the top of the ladder of biological existence by claiming that we are at war for survival and that we are the stronger the more adaptable the smarter and therefore inclined to be the most successful species ever at the expense of everything else. Hey it could be true, it seems a little far fetched because the observable world is bound to be an ecosystem more than a competitive affair. It is doubtful that we are a successful species because we eat cows but rather because there is a mutual accord, we preserve the cow species, look after their health, defend them from predators and help them to select the best of the best for progeny, and they feed us in return. Evolution is probably lucky that we can not observe its processes taking shape, I mean I still can not fit a dinosaur into a bird, but there is no doubt about it, Evolution makes perfect sense over billions of billions of unobservable years where broken links have to be filled in.”

Shangra enters the fray, “Well I would like to get to more solid things, you haven’t answered Antoinette’s question as to how you are going to go about it, I think it will serve the interest of humanity well if you tell us before you drown so others may follow in your footsteps as you like.”

Lauren got up to pour more wine for herself, and gave Habakkuk a tender shoulder rub. He touched her hand. Antoinette just watched him, she knew something of his truth, probably more than anyone in the room she understood what he understood, and perhaps more so, perhaps she lived it while he philosophized it, when she asked the question of how it was going to be done it was more to make sure that he had thought it through well enough, she could help him make adjustments, she of course did not know how to walk on water nor would she try, but she could help him do it, and also her question was geared to bring comprehension within the group, Antoinette for Antoinette understood that Habakkuk’s walking on water also depended on the belief of the observers. Like Jesus was only able to perform miracles before his apostles, his resurrection and rise into the heaven occurred before the faithful and because they too believed, Antoinette sensed that part of Habakkuk’s time for preparation was in reaching a high level of confidence within the group, that he would succeed, that they wanted him to succeed, the walk on water depended on that, and Habakkuk could not tell his audience that. She drank her wine, confidently waiting for Habakkuk to reply.

Habakkuk loaded his glass of wine, he looked around the room, seeing a somewhat mesmerized and approvingly bunch of friends, they really didn’t care about the reality yet, that was for him to accomplish, but they enjoyed his conversation and company, all was not lost.

“Well I suppose I should explain this more from a scientific perspective since that is the accepted science now a days and alchemy lacks its luster even as it is more applicable in this case.”

Trocin, “Don’t insult us Habakkuk, you forget that our church believes in eternity and fights evil we are more likely to believe in alchemy than science, it was us that slaughtered the witches, we are still working on a few demons and the traitor devil is just one of the scores we have to settle.”

“Well I do apologize it was an overstatement for the sake of the times and not for the liturgically open minded audience present.”

Feeling the double entendre smiles recoiled all around, even Trocin face expressed satisfaction.

“As I was mentioning earlier ergio units are part of a stellar medium, call it a plenum, a cosmic constant if you will that pushes on us as we push on it, generally with equal results thus zero effect to us all. The Greeks called the plenum the ether, this was done from a very local environment fire, water, air type perspective, after all the Greeks were very good at creating gods but they were the first to really kill all probability, parallel precursors to the Jewish creation of one god and individuality, the Greeks harnessed the very singular concept of categories as embodied in knowledge; they also grounded the concept that man could control the world and by extension the universe. Since then we have proven that what we can control can make us seem very petty. Anyway the Greek codification of the importance of knowledge and their exuberance for centralized control in the form of the State, was the feasible impregnation of modern civilization, which no doubt believes that it has access to the laws of nature through the table of elements, where all are accounted for and through physics, which via formulaic machinations allows even for black holes to be useful to our destiny. Again the Greeks were local creatures, regaling in the discovery of the idea of philosophical existence, remember what it means to be aware of being, you can only arrive there through consciousness which is a development induced by the pernicious slide down the energy hefty universe into the muddled puddle of space time. Where thus rises the creature which must figure out how to return to high energy states; a highly improbable possibility thanks to, a not surprisingly well understood principle of entropy. Which broadly speaking says that organized creatures are making a mess of the universe and will lead it to perdition.”

Sipping some wine before a brilliantly jailed audience. “But as we are composed of ergios regardless of our form-essence, for the universe again is merely pure energy regardless of its disguise, we have access to the energy plenum for it is touching us through everything as we are touching it through every aspect ratio of our bodies, only there are some minimal rules as to how to touch it, feel it and harness it and those are based on symmetric alignment with the electrodynamic-geodesic which embodies the geometry of our universe.”

Seeing confused eyes in his audience, “I am not going to tone this down for you because there is no way to tone it down and make sense of it, it simply doesn’t make sense, so just hang on and we will see where we get from what can not be known but for awareness. The plenum holds infinite amounts of cosmic energy, we don’t know nor can we know where it comes from and where it goes but we are aware that energy pops in and out of existence and some of it gets caught in our universe, which by the size of it seems like a lot gets caught, which might also be more a sign of how undesirable the nothingness is. And so energy globs and coagulates in our universe and we may then use this energy as it desires to be used, for definition into suns and sums, into matter and dynamics, into trees and children and turtles. All the hapless progeny of a pure concentrated desire devoutly inspired to simply exist in contrast to the nothingness plenum which ultimately embodies it wholly.”

Shangra, not even understanding but just asking as moved to do so by something in the audience which forced her the question, “Why does the energy want to be defined, that seems odd.”

Habakkuk, “Perhaps you are right and perhaps it would be better that you were right, however the energy that is allowed by its intense desire to enter our universe has to accept definition due to the endemic definitive nature of our dimensional space and time universe. Still we embody lots of energy that wants to escape from the nothingness and can not totally accomplish the feat, hence the troubling thriving dark matter in our universe. ergio energies that can’t overcome their feeling of nothingness would have to be urged by black holes to define themselves. Anyway the plenum contains plenty of energy, I touch that energy you touch that energy, that energy is what contrives the Akashic records and any sentient being should be able to sense waves of it crossing through their inner sanctum. The Chinese explore and use this energy in Chi, with it they may exert energy upon objects and beings without touching them. Western peoples less in touch with energy flows harness it through exercise or through activity or through mere persistence, as simply sitting traces a line path through time and touches the energies that paved their pathway through such time; physical existence never the less is sewer energy, that is most sedentary and so requires repetition and concentration to maintain itself in the parlance of being.”

“Once you comprehend the simplicity of the universe it becomes easier to handle, so you all might think I am insane for saying that I can walk on water or thinking that I am going to do it, but if you imagine that we are merely energy, and that everything, everything around us is merely energy then you can see how much I have in common with everything else. That communality has dramatic implications, it readily suggest that I should be able to communicate silently and to interact with that which is just like me” Sensing confusion, “Imagine this I am approximately 85 percent water! Water is 100 percent energy and I am 100 percent energy. I have a lot more in common with water than I do with Belgium chocolates, and perhaps there is the problem, my communality with water allows my mass to immerse completely in it, I don’t repel water, my existence depends on it, my mind and biology have been accustomed to seeking water, and do not reject it, and if my feet don’t reject the mass of the sea then they are not going to walk on it.”

Brief pause,

“Fortunately however we now know that water and I have 100 percent energy communality, and we know that I have 85 percent essence communality with the H2o, which translates to something very fascinating, I just have to harness energy from the plenum, that which is between the water and me, so as to create a natural repelling, caused through an aggrandizement of dissimilarity by adding the resistance of the plenum as an interference cushion, which should add buoyancy by blinding the water to my proximity and similarity to it, an act of dispersing my self essence throughout the plenum so as not to be felt by the water molecules so they wont react to me, and as a result I acquire buoyancy rights.”

Lauren being facetious, “sounds simple enough.” But Habakkuk was too enthralled in his medium to pause…

“There is however always the problem of similarity, the water and I touch the same metric tensors in the plenum, metric tensors are the pillars of the cosmic energy geometry, these anchoring points for the geodesic geometry of the universe are shared by all of us, and how we navigate our essence in relationship to them creates or not resistance or what you know as inertia. It doesn’t help that water leans into metric tensors the same way that I do hence the lack of resistance between us, as we navigate energy in the same direction, so to walk on water I have to walk towards a different cosmic energy flow and yet remain in synchronicity with the geometry of the plenum so as not to create drag or weight which can sink me. Not acting against the geodesic curvature of the universe will reduce drag and weight type resistance and by harnessing ergios within the palms of my hands and the soles of my feet, I will touch the curvature of space time and balance myself on it and not have to touch the water. So walking on water is actually not walking on water but rather walking on the cosmic plenum which causes a false appearance of levitation when one is in fact walking on the plenum. As long as I don’t walk against the geodesic footprint of the universe, which I should be able to sense with my mind’s eye while feeling with the palms of my hands, then I will become lighter than the surface tension of the water, and as I gather ergio units beneath my feet, palms and frontal lobe in a diametric oppression, I will float on the water on all fours. It is however difficult to balance yourself for a bipedal-walk on water; I don’t think Jesus’ account is accurate, when you are using the cosmic plenum to effect a cushion between yourself and the sea of Galilee the process is fraught with incongruent wobbling; it is unlikely to be an aesthetic ballet, it will be on all fours and will appear to the audience more like a clown sitting atop of four invisible balloons trying to hold a center of balance while mostly failing.”

Trocin, the well read fellow, incredulous, “Are you talking about Zero Point Energy, that is what you are going to harness to walk on water, that is what lunatics have been trying to do for space travel, eliminate the weight of an object and it becomes easy to move through something they call the casimir effect, now you could use your technique for traveling on land for that matter, just attach your floating self to a blow-dryer and happy travelings.”

“Well you are correct, and I see that you are familiar with it, indeed this field of research is now moving beyond speculation, the Zero Point Field which is nothing more than the ergio units in a vacuum, it doesn’t seem like much but through some kind of electromagnetic undulation could negate the energy effects which produce gravity waves and thus mass, which in turn negate inertia. The difference between the scientists and me is that I am aware that the plenum can be manipulated by human contemplation of ergios; used by me it is too small an effect but there is no telling how amazing it could be to have human community contemplations directed at the plenum, enhanced by crystals, produced many of the same effects we observed today so poorly done with technology.”

Trocin wrinkling his expressions, “Sounds complicated to me, I want to see it done, I think I need to see it done.”

Antoinette, “Well it does sound crazy but then many a crazy things are now accepted fact, and I for one would rather see a world powered by human ergio concentrations than by technology, it seems more humane.”

Habakkuk having accomplished a greater probability of belief towards his goal rested, the gang exhausted quickly broke up into individual dialogs that gently turned into goodnights.