By recreation, I don’t mean having fun but creating again. Maybe I should have a dash in there. Maybe not. My novel, my rules.
Nine conversations? Well, that’s the easy part. Creating the world afresh is an epic topic that could end up taking up a whole, big, fat book (or maybe even a trilogy of the same), but I don’t want to write one of those. I don’t have an attention span sufficient for that task. So making it happen over several conversations is my way of making sure that all the crucial scenes are shown without adding extra fat to the mix. A lean, mean conversational machine.
So, yeah, the world’s going to end in much the same way that all the doomsayers say it will. Then there’ll be a short interlude after which the aforementioned recreation will occur.
There are four types of consciousness involved:
- deadbeat consciousness
- learning consciousness
- learned consciousness
- unconsciousness consciousness.
If you draw a square on any patch of ground you will find that you have lots of different things inside it. There might be paving stones, cracks between the paving stones, dirt inside the cracks between the paving stones, plants growing in the dirt inside the cracks between the paving stones and fag ends on the plants growing in the dirt inside the cracks between the paving stones. All these things will incite you in one way or another according to your consciousness.
- Deadbeat consciousness will cause you to see dirt, squalor, garbage and degradation.
- Learning consciousness will persuade you to look elsewhere.
- Learned consciousness will enable you to have a different interpretation of what you see by giving you the courage to look again at your square and see beauty in the fag end and heaven in the weeds. Maybe you’ll even see earth, growth, transition and regeneration.
- Unconscious consciousness bypasses interpretation.
Here are the nine basic conversations:
- Convo One: Mother doesn’t understand son and, in an amazing turnaround from convention, actually says so in a clear, incisive way without passive-aggressive undertones, cloying affection or references to what father would say.
- Convo Two: Son, also known as Arnesto (English from German: ‘serious, resolute’) talks about his first vision in front of a group of zealous, ever-so-slightly jealous dudes with learning consciousness. He describes how it has taken his faith from zero to off-the-scale overnight provoking incredulous questions to fly and uncharacteristically barbed accusations to thunk into Arnesto from all angles.
- Combo Three: Dorks with deadbeat consciousness tease, rag and unmercifully abuse a special teen with learned consciousness who manifests her power in the way that all autistic, indigo, internally focused people do: by avoiding eye, body and mind contact as far as is possibly possible and then, as a crisis is almost reached, finds that another special teen with the same characteristics, but who has the superpower of being able to push dorks away with wit and wealthy, powerful parents, has joined her. Conversation results.
- A phenomenally rich dude with no particular spiritual inclination liquidises everything and, by unconventional, but eminently civilised and gentle means, winkles out all the special dudes, the ones with learned consciousness (think coma, manic-depressive, schizophrenic, dementia, personality disorder, autistic etc. etc.) from all over the planet and brings them together into eight massive, isolated enclaves in India and gives them the choice, where possible, of having an implant (or gene therapy (or some other near-future tech)) that will enable them to share their thoughts, thus ending their isolation from others who share the same attributes (deficits, as the deadbeats, soon to be dead, called them) and bringing them together into a community. The resultant conversation is mind-blowing.
- Aargh, scream, bang; the cataclysm occurs and all the deadbeat consciousness losers lose their bodies but not before having a good-old chinwag about the state of the world.
- On the way up the mountain, the last bus to the summit rides the storm, and the road duly collapses behind it, Arnesto looks out over the plain and sees the collapse of all that was and, of course, chats it all out with the girl in the seat next to him, who also happens to have learning consciousness and a mean, faith-based love for peace, unity and love to boot.
- Twenty-five years after the deadbeats got dead and the enclaves started up, the population of learning consciousness dudes atop the mountain has dwindled down from 900K and the last two reflect on how happy they are to be following the herd imminently.
- Meanwhile, in several isolated valleys over to the left, the combined population of the enclaves have reached, non-coincidently, just over 900K, in a clean, self-sustaining way. Proud parents converse gently around the subject of a planned wedding.
- Epilogue. Unconscious consciousness conversation about a mango.