THEY SHALL INHERIT THE EARTH. CH.13

by

NINA C. FULFORD

CHAPTER 13




CHAPTER THIRTEEN

"I could not imagine living in a world where I was cut off from the minds of my own loved ones. I find your world sad and terrifying. I don’t know how you can help but make the wrong decisions in your lives when you are cut off from each other like that. How can you live like this with each person hiding their thoughts from one another?"

"Maybe because our thoughts are not always very nice. Because in the privacy of our minds we can think those things that we are ashamed to let our fellow minds know about...ah, Pheadeknosses..? Or do I call you Mrs. Fairway? Don’t you have a first name? If so, can I call you by your first name?"

Yes. I’m called ‘Phea’ by my family. That’s another thing that puzzles me. Your customs and manners are quite illogical to us but we are learning to understand some of them or the reasons for them. For instance, our names. We only have one on my world. Everyone can know who your are from the first time we meet, down to the grandparents and before, so what is the purpose of a last name to identify you with...or is it a first name? And curtesy is given by allowing the use of a small name when the situation is called for. A person may have many small names in a life time as no two people will want to use the small name of someone else as it is a very personal thing just for them. When you have no ‘secrets’ (as you put it), from each other, social manners become the ‘oil’ that smooths the pathway for us. But they are not manners that need to be taught as yours are, and so there is no fear that one will ever make a mistake about what to do in a situation.
"There are no secrets in my life, Christopher. But there aren’t any fears or hatreds either. Nor worries about how we are progressing in life."

"Do you mean that you all think ‘nice’ thoughts? That because every one is aware of each other’s thoughts you have progressed to where you have no secret thoughts? I find that hard to realize in a way, but I guess that is the kind of world we all dreamed of having someday. A World where there is no evil."

Phea sat looking at him in wonder. "What is evil?" she asked him with a strange little smile.

Before Jamison could answer,a scene was thrown onto the patterns of his mind. As he grasped the full impact of it his jaw dropped in surprise. He was seeing a scene of himself stretched upon a soft giving surface and over him and under and melding upon his body were Phea and five others of both sexes. It was a scene of utter madness and carnality. What struck him with such force was the utter abandonment to personal gratefication that was being shown by those in the scene. As he was forced to watch this in his mind a realization came to him that seldom was the man of earth capable of letting go his restrictions and inhibitions in front of another human to this extent. There was always the need to have the other partner kept from seeing the true depths of ones inner feelings. The words of one woman he had known came back to him with force and understanding. She had said to him, "I can never fully let myself go, as I always seem to feel like a spectator at my own affairs. I am always just outside myself, watching everything I do and afraid I am looking either ridiculous or ashamed of what I will think of myself later. As a result I am never toatally experiencing what is happening to my body." After it was gone from his mind, he sat unmoving and unable to look at Phea for awhile.

Phea’s smile was gentle as she watched him. "I can only help you to understand by telling you two story’s. Or rather two different scenes of the same event and how they would take place on both of our worlds. Imagine a crowded gathering on Earth where no one knows what the other is thinking. A beautiful girl passes by an old man. No one is aware of what the others are thinking and so each person continues on their individual ways as if nothing happened except movement.

"Yet something did take place. The old man dreamt for a second of making love to the beautiful young girl. For one second of time he was taken up with a dream and desire flowed through his viens. And then he remembered he was old and ridiculous and he shrugged and turned away. A little sad, a little regretful. An incident not worth mentioning in your lives.

"Now picture the same scene on my world where each can live in a world apart and yet be tuned in to those around them. The young girl passes by and the old man thinks his thought...and shrugs because he is too old. But she has seen his thoughts and so have others. Would you be cruel in front of others? There will be a quick look from the girl, and maybe a few bystanders will take an interest out of compassion. The question will be asked of her by others, "Is it out of the question? Have you time for him? Does it appeal" And there will be a flow of questions back and forth to the old man, "What is stopping you? why can’t you? Physical problems? If she is kind enough to submit to you, would you? What about it dear, can you accomadate him?" There would be a flurry of interest in the phenominon about the possibilities of accomplishing the old mans dreams. Not from the desire to be a part of some titalation but from the genuine love of each other and the desire to see him happy. There may even be the knowledge here that he has lost his interest in the girl long ago but the fellow interest in his dreams add to all our lives. Even though the original idea has past it has left him happy that he not only interested others in his desire but is left with the feeling that if he really wanted to he could. He no longer turns away from the idea because of the sadness of impossibility that would have left him depressed. He may even recieve offers from those that would accomodate him. There is only joy at sharing a beautiful dream. And since we all grow old in time; even us, we are enriched by seeing the future of our lives, where the losses of age are shared with all and not a burden born in silence.

"How can I be ashamed of my thoughts when I am aware the rest of my world shares the same thoughts with me. A belch is something to be ashamed of only if we are the only ones that belch in our society if belching is a taboo. Let all belch together and it is nothing but a reaction to a full stomach. What I showed you in your mind was just one of my thoughts of you. I find you a very handsome man. Do you feel repelled by that?"

"I think I was shocked by the fact that there were others in your vision that were enjoying the same vision. I am not a prude, although I have never taken part in group orgies myself. I guess I have fantasized about things like that but to see it in my mind and know it was coming from yours was a shock. Why the others?"

She shrugged, "They,re loved ones of mine. What is more beautiful than when we share with our loved ones even in dreams and fantasies."

Jamison was not too sure how to reply to the answer he recieved and was content to just sit looking out to the Inlet and try and sort it all out in his mind. Finally he turned to Phea and asked her, "Can you tell me about your world, Phea? Or is that not allowed?"

"I can show you my world, Jamison, if you will trust me for a little while and not be afraid? We would like you to see our world."
"You mean take me for a ride in one of your ships?"
"No, not that way. I can open my mind to you and give you my memories. You would see my world through my eyes, from my past you would, in a way, be experiancing me. Would that frighten you?"
"I don’t think that I will ever be frightened by anything you do,Phea. I don’t know why, but I have a strong desire to trust you." He shook his head and looked away over the city. "And that’s a damn fool thing for me to do and say when I think of it. You’ve stolen our babies from us, one of the most godawful things to happen to the human race, and taken away our future. You’ve left us with no reason to live. And yet I sit her, happy in your presence, a traitor to my race. I don’t know, maybe I’m bewitched, as they say, and you have be under some kind of spell or control. Am I?"

"Do you really believe that?" She looked at him steadily with those strange, all seeing eyes.

"No, I don’t. That was foolish of me to say it. I’ll let you show me your world for three reasons. At least I can be honest too. I’m deeply curious. I trust you, and if you must know, I’m like everyone else on this world at the moment. I have no sense of caring about my future. I think it’s a form of aftershock from what’s happened."





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