themselves, now able to create independently. Now at that first instant with all the points of view suddenly aware of the point of light there was a tremendous explosion as unlimited power converged on one spot!”
Charlie looked awestruck. “Who are you, Stanley?”
“Easy, Charlie. Before you drop to your knees, I’m only a curious researcher who refuses to be put off the trail of truth by dogmatists of religion or science. Many in science have become almost that which they despised, and religionists burned scientists as heretics. They’ve refused to acknowledge one half of the equation.
“All that is changing as Quantum Physics and the best metaphysical philosophers are now starting to work together. Huge changes in common held reality are happening. The days of dogmatic sociopaths and authorities without a clue are numbered. I believe we’re on the verge of the theory of everything that Einstein sought. It is obvious that consciousness and the physical are the two halves of the whole.”
“So you think the creationists are more right than evolutionists?”
“No, Charlie, both are right. God created the first point of light that combined into particles, then into all forms of the physical universe. It did that by following the blueprint called the original intention, idea, vision, dream or whatever you want to call it. That wouldn’t exclude evolution, which says that that which exists, evolves.”
“Who is God?”
“The word God is just a group of sounds that we call a word. It points to the ultimate force that created it all. You can call it God, universal mind, Yahweh, Allah, or any other word, and it would still point to the first cause, the creator, etc. Jesus never used the word God, as he didn’t speak English.”
“So, God is that first someone and is responsible for it all?”
“Actually, each of us is responsible. Each of us decided to agree with that point of light. That’s why we have volition or free will. We made the decision to be as well. The truth of most all religions and science will line up to this.”
Charlie smiled and added, “Yeah, which makes sense, like why we are the children of God or made in his own image thing, free will, or if the creator were from Texas, the first words could have been, ‘hey, ya’ll, watch this!’”
CHAPTER ELEVEN
The ride home from the Hughes Hotel was something of a dilemma for Anne. It was a beautiful evening, and Paul’s light chit chat, ranging from his desire to help mankind, to the wonders of pharmacy, was almost hypnotic. She knew she should be happy and falling in love, but as their carriage approached her home, she saw her six foot four inch dilemma.
It was Colton, their groomsman. He took care of the family horses and carriage. He was twenty-two years old and had worked for the Meux family for two years. He lived in a room attached to the carriage house. He worked during the day at a livery service he co-owned with Samuel Novak, a black gentleman he’d met in San Francisco when Colton emigrated from England. Samuel had also emigrated from England five years previously.
Colton closed the carriage house doors as they pulled up. He looked up, nodded, walked to the door of his living quarters, and disappeared inside. Anne sighed. Paul helped her from the carriage. He walked her to her door and then, after thanking her for her company and kissing her hand, he left.
Anne extinguished the lantern that her father had left for her. She stood in darkness and turned toward Colton’s quarters. She leaned against the cool clapboards and remembered the first time she had seen Colton. Her father had been interviewing applicants to replace the groomsman who was retiring.
It was late afternoon when this confident nineteen-year-old, with dark blond hair slicked back under a black Stetson hat, rode up on a beautiful Arabian horse.
He dismounted his horse in a fluid movement and removed his hat as he did so. He let go of
Charlie looked awestruck. “Who are you, Stanley?”
“Easy, Charlie. Before you drop to your knees, I’m only a curious researcher who refuses to be put off the trail of truth by dogmatists of religion or science. Many in science have become almost that which they despised, and religionists burned scientists as heretics. They’ve refused to acknowledge one half of the equation.
“All that is changing as Quantum Physics and the best metaphysical philosophers are now starting to work together. Huge changes in common held reality are happening. The days of dogmatic sociopaths and authorities without a clue are numbered. I believe we’re on the verge of the theory of everything that Einstein sought. It is obvious that consciousness and the physical are the two halves of the whole.”
“So you think the creationists are more right than evolutionists?”
“No, Charlie, both are right. God created the first point of light that combined into particles, then into all forms of the physical universe. It did that by following the blueprint called the original intention, idea, vision, dream or whatever you want to call it. That wouldn’t exclude evolution, which says that that which exists, evolves.”
“Who is God?”
“The word God is just a group of sounds that we call a word. It points to the ultimate force that created it all. You can call it God, universal mind, Yahweh, Allah, or any other word, and it would still point to the first cause, the creator, etc. Jesus never used the word God, as he didn’t speak English.”
“So, God is that first someone and is responsible for it all?”
“Actually, each of us is responsible. Each of us decided to agree with that point of light. That’s why we have volition or free will. We made the decision to be as well. The truth of most all religions and science will line up to this.”
Charlie smiled and added, “Yeah, which makes sense, like why we are the children of God or made in his own image thing, free will, or if the creator were from Texas, the first words could have been, ‘hey, ya’ll, watch this!’”
CHAPTER ELEVEN
The ride home from the Hughes Hotel was something of a dilemma for Anne. It was a beautiful evening, and Paul’s light chit chat, ranging from his desire to help mankind, to the wonders of pharmacy, was almost hypnotic. She knew she should be happy and falling in love, but as their carriage approached her home, she saw her six foot four inch dilemma.
It was Colton, their groomsman. He took care of the family horses and carriage. He was twenty-two years old and had worked for the Meux family for two years. He lived in a room attached to the carriage house. He worked during the day at a livery service he co-owned with Samuel Novak, a black gentleman he’d met in San Francisco when Colton emigrated from England. Samuel had also emigrated from England five years previously.
Colton closed the carriage house doors as they pulled up. He looked up, nodded, walked to the door of his living quarters, and disappeared inside. Anne sighed. Paul helped her from the carriage. He walked her to her door and then, after thanking her for her company and kissing her hand, he left.
Anne extinguished the lantern that her father had left for her. She stood in darkness and turned toward Colton’s quarters. She leaned against the cool clapboards and remembered the first time she had seen Colton. Her father had been interviewing applicants to replace the groomsman who was retiring.
It was late afternoon when this confident nineteen-year-old, with dark blond hair slicked back under a black Stetson hat, rode up on a beautiful Arabian horse.
He dismounted his horse in a fluid movement and removed his hat as he did so. He let go of
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