Millions of In-Worlds

Chapter 26: Photo Proof

We worked day and night on Cooperative Cigam. We could now dive down into that mystical place inside of us in an instant. We could immediately imagine ways to stop lair-beast attacks. Freck and I linked minds with ease allowing Gee to get strong clear images. We created. He made it happen.

The very best thing of all was our danger-sense was sharpenin'. See, the thing is, ever'one gets input from ever'where all the time. We are so used to it as humans, that we's unaware of it. Unless we hear a loud scream, or we see a burst of fire, or get a bleeding cut, we don't give it no never mind.

When we first opened the door ta danger-sense, we was overwhelmed with sumpin' unexpected, universal consciousness. We was inundated with input from ever'wheres. Five senses, hah! It was feedin' inta a hundred or more ways of gettin' information. It was like a flood surgin'. When I couldn't take it anymore I mind-yelled, Help Gee, I cain't get deal with this!"

"You both have to relax. Breathe slowly and go deep into your cigam place where you can observe the stream of consciousness without fear." Gee told us.

Freck asked, "Is this is the way it's goin' ta be all the time? If it is, you can just take it back."

Gee chuckled at that. "I am sorry kids. Once you open the door it cannot be shut again. What we must work on is filtering. Now that you are both in your cigam havens and observing the stream tell me what you see."

"What'cha mean?" I asked. "Ta me it's just a great big swirlin' mess."

"Wishes did you notice that the flow has different colors, textures, and shapes?"

Freck said, "I can see it. There's a soft yellow glow with green highlights, and over there is a spiky red ball."

"Your minds are seeing what the Knowledge Pool in the Palace experiences. It filters the input and allows only the new ideas to get through. The rest is flotsam—it lets drift by. You, however, will need to manage more than just new ideas. You are more complicated than the K.P. It has one task. You have many.

"The colors, shapes, and textures will help you hone in on what you need to know. As you mentally build filters, some you will keep open, some you will direct into long-term storage, and others you will dismiss."

"What do the colors and shapes mean Gee?" I probed.

"I cannot tell you. What you see, and what they mean to you, is uniquely yours. Freck's soft glow with green highlights is something probably very peaceful, but the spiky red ball could be her danger sense. Only Freck will know after she meditates about it. First, you see the information as it manifests. Second, you determine their meanings. And third, you construct your filters. Once you are able to do this you will know where to focus your attention, and how to get vital information."

For the next two days we watched our streams of consciousness. We observed the objects and began sorting them accordin' ta relevance. Freck and I didn't compare. It wouldn't do no darn good. What she saw and felt, was different from me. Some of 'em made sounds. For me, danger was in the form of a black blob with thunderin' lightnin' bursts. The closer it was ta me, the louder the thunder got. It was like the game taught ta kids. Count the seconds between booms. If'n the time between 'em was gettin' shorter, it meant the storm was closer. If it cracked right over yer head it was right on ya.