Chapter Twenty Five

In the middle of winter I discovered in myself an invincible summer.

-Albert Camus-

Atom Ion Fischer was finishing his doctoral dissertation in electrical engineering at Stanford University. He was studying something his father Will had helped him formulate concerning Scalar electromagnetic energy, string theory, quantum entanglement, and the potential effects of these phenomena on the environment. He’d run into roadblock after roadblock in his research, making the project more difficult than he’d expected. A breakthrough came when Will helped him rework a mathematical formula that changed the direction of his project. He was busily reworking his dissertation in hopes of finishing by May. His discovery could potentially eliminate the global energy crisis and expand human consciousness in transformational ways. He was totally absorbed in his work. He was at his desk, lost in his numbers and formulas when he was unceremoniously interrupted.

“I just saw a report on your dad and his colleagues on my Science Today app. I can’t believe you never said a word to me about it. I mean, to lose your dad, that’s big! I’m really sorry, I didn’t know.” Matt was Atom’s research associate and closest friend at Stanford. They’d met in a theoretical physics class as undergraduates and had become close over the years of study, examination, late night beer discussions, and a mutual interest in wireless electricity and experimental research. They presently shared a modest off campus house the Fischer’s owned near Stanford University in Palo Alto, California.

Atom turned in surprise to see Matt’s animated gestures and frowning face. “ I’m sorry I didn’t mention it Matt, but quite frankly, it hasn’t hit me yet. We weren’t your typical American family while I was growing up, or even now. We lived and worked in community for as long as I’ve been alive. I was raised with my family and a host of other artists, scientists, and spiritual seekers. I never wanted for people to be with. I always experienced life as an individual in community. Everyone I ever knew before coming to Stanford was part of a broadly based extended family that either came to our home in Michigan or we visited somewhere in the world. My life was a continual adventure. Being here in Palo Alto has been more confining than what I experienced in Sunnyview.

“It’s difficult for me to relate to the thought that Dad is no longer with us. It doesn’t seem to fit my mindset. I don’t sense that he’s really gone, just transitioned into a different space that he’ll make known to us. Does that sound weird?”

“Yes, it does.” Matt went to the only other chair in Atom’s study and sat down. “The report I read said that your dad and his four colleagues went down in a freak storm in Lake Superior and nobody was found, not even the boat. Lake Superior is huge and reaches depths of over six hundred feet. It’s ice cold at this time of year, too. I hate to sound crass but went down and never found sounds significantly final to me. That was two days ago and the report said the search has been called off with no leads.”

“Yeah, I know, but you don’t know my dad. He’s a magician. There are so many incidents I remember, and some that have been told to me, about the so-called miracles he’s been a part of. I’ve come to think anything is possible for him. It’s like he’s tuned into a multidimensional world while the rest of us ignorantly slog through a three-dimensional one.”

Matt gave Atom a look that clearly registered his skepticism.

“All right, look,” Atom continued, “I remember a time when we were exploring a mining cave in the Rockies. Somewhere behind me in the dark Dad yelled for me to STOP! I did. He caught up with me, lit a match, and dropped it into a giant break in the floor that dropped a couple hundred feet straight down. Another step and I would have fallen into that abyss. He’d never been in that place before and yet he knew. How? Another time was my motorcycle accident.”

Matt cocked his head to the side and raised his hand, indicating he didn’t remember the incident Atom was referring to.

“Remember when I wrecked my bike outside Green Bay? Dad was in India at the time. I was in critical condition, not expected to live. That night in the hospital he showed up out of nowhere, gently laid his hands on my body for a few minutes, breathed with me, chanted an undecipherable message, kissed me on the forehead, and disappeared. The next morning I was fine. The hospital had no record of any visitor that night. When I asked him about it later he just smiled and told me India wasn’t very far from Wisconsin. Should I go on?”

“Atom, I’m not trying to make a case for your dad’s demise, I’m just a graduate student in electrical engineering committed to a rational and analytical perspective. Your experience is not mine so I defer.” Matt held up his hands as if to surrender. “I’m somewhat in awe of your perspective but still skeptical. There must be some reasonable explanations to these stories. It seems like you want to defy logic and reason, which I have serious difficulty with.”

“It’s not that I want to defy logic and reason,”Atom responded. I simple have a lifetime of experiences that have led me to move beyond simple logic and reason into a much larger field. I’ve learned that truth always seems to point to a truth beyond the apparent truth. This is why I’ve chosen a career in science, because there doesn’t seem to be an end to what can be discovered. Every evolving pattern seems to lead to another and another. We live in a world of infinite possibilities and potentialities. Dad taught me that, and is still teaching me. I know he’s still here and we’re infinitely connected. The question for me is simple: Where is here? There’s something going on that’s bigger than the events of the disappearance; something that’s pointing to a greater truth, a more expansive view….. Atom paused, his face grew stern like he was concentrating on something. He put a hand to his forehead and squinted, looking down at the floor then looked up at Matt and exclaimed, “Wow! I just woke up to something I’d forgotten. What if…..?” He held up his hand as if he was holding something in it. “What if…..?”

Atom’s remembrance propelled him into action. He turned off his computer, gathered all his papers, put them in a file cabinet, then turned and addressed Matt. “The research for this dissertation can wait. I have a new, more immediate project. Thanks for the conversation and the inquiry Matt. You’ve been a great help. I have to get out of here. If anyone inquires, tell them I went north for a few days of hiking and camping in the Sierra Nevada’s. I’ll get back with you.”

Before Matt could protest, Atom stood up, grabbed his laptop, went to his room, threw a few things in his pack, and headed out the door. Enthusiasm engulfed him like it hadn’t since the time his dad, uncle, and he had departed on a three week long trek through the mountains of Nepal a year ago.

He was now a hound on the scent of a compelling mystery that fired his imagination. The possibilities running through his mind were staggering. He blew out the door of his house, down the sidewalk towards the store, a block away, bought a disposable phone with thirty minutes of time on it, and took a cab to the private airport where he had access to an aircraft.

The voice on the other end of the phone at Custom Air Travelers, CAT for short, asked for routing and security codes. Atom spoke into the mouthpiece, “Undercroft. Fish. A.T.M.C.B. Honda. I.T. One, four, five, seven, nine, C.A.N.E.”

The reservation was confirmed. He then sent a text message to his sister who was sitting in Sunnyview Cafe enjoying a great supper and discussing the news of the investigation and events that had transpired through the day. The text read “Clare, Atom, In, MT, engaged D.D.U.Me, Guru H tnt, Your Tz. Capa Negra. Lv.”

Messages sent, he sat back and tried to relax as the cab snaked its way through the traffic to the airport he had used so many times during his stay in Palo Alto. His heart was beating quickly in anticipation of this spontaneous adventure.

He had been a Mystic Traveler from before he was born. The vehicles changed but the intention did not. He was always on his way to a higher purpose for the common good, always standing in the questions until he found the answers which always seemed to lead to further questions. On the back of his passport he had written: “Destination: Further.”

Chapter Twenty Six

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by Rick on November 22, 2011 ·

Lisa Kellogg

The kiva scene in chapter 24 is very inspirational. There is something magical about the Aramaic language, bells and chanting. I could feel the vibrations and alignment to the cosmos as I read it.

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