“We’ve discovered that the universe is not a place; it’s a story, a story of an irreversible sequence of emergent events.”
~ Brian Swimme

“[Emergence] means something enters the picture that is undeniably new…the emergence of capacities and ways of thinking that are genuinely, authentically new and that weren’t there before.”
~ Andrew Cohen

 
Michael’s phone alerted him to a text. “Ariel, is waiting for us.”

“It’s been wonderful coming here to Italy.”

“Where’s she taking us next?”

“She’s said something about the bridges.”

“She must be done with the Palace and has found the material for the bridges that attach the islands.”

“We’ll be able to start building soon. I should check with Jonathan and see how the plans are coming along.”

Mama Liza bowed again as they thanked her for the enchanted meal and they stopped on the bridge to take in the view of the city one more time.

“There’s something else I’m seeing about finding your twin.”

“What is it?”

“In the Night we become very aware of and very sensitive to our imperfections and the imperfections of others. Even when the reactive mind has evolved from creating drama to becoming the firewall that’s only going to allow their twin through, none of us are perfect. Along with the drama our reactive mind creates from the past to blow us apart, we have all had something about us that could be intensified to stop a relationship from going on. But if it’s your twin, your intense dark night is ending and the physical flaw, emotional issue, idiosyncrasy, quirk or whatever it is, won’t be used this way anymore. We will initially notice the imperfection but then it will be as if we forget it’s there, like the rose-colored glasses never coming off. We are done seeing all that needs to be fixed and we are now on autopilot to create the opposite of all the things that are negative. You can now walk around free from the emotional pain of the problems still dealing with them but with your heart in a place as if everything is already perfect and flawless.”

Michael understood. “I know what that is. I’ve been in that place but I would be caught in the illusion at first, not outside where I could be fully conscious of what was happening. But then when I had the spiritual layer of eyes wide open, it wasn’t about the drama and the issues. The universe was moving us both on. It happens with a job too. Something happens and the emotions get so strong, you blow out. It’s no one’s fault.”

“You got it. Drama is not what people think it is. It’s a surgical instrument to change us organically. Whatever you were supposed to do and learn from that job or that person is over and it’s time to go to the next one.”

It was quiet on the bridge where they watched the city as it twinkled in the night. Dahlia thought
about how nice it was to be speaking the higher frequency language with someone. “I don’t want to leave here,” she said.

“Me neither,” Michael said as he made a motion with his arm. “We need to turn here. Ariel is this way.”

As they reached the water, there were only the city lights and the moon to light the way to the dock. Ariel turned a spotlight on just as they approached it.

“Ariel is so attentive,” Dahlia commented.

“She is,” said Michael, “and I don’t know how she got so good at it. Her advanced programming figured out details like this all on its own. She anticipates everything.”

“Sounds like she could give us some lessons in love,” Dahlia responded.

“She said there’s a storm coming. She’s worried about some of the boats she saw out at sea as she came in.”

“That’s so cute.”

“She’s engineered with some highly specialized technology to do rescues like nothing you’ve ever seen or heard about on TV. I’m guessing she’s already located the boats and is monitoring their radio messages. you might be in for a show. I’m going to the bridge. Would you like to come.”

“Yes, I’m going to our room and I’ll come up in a few minutes.”

“Okay.”

Dahlia sat on the bed to catch her breath for a few minutes. In the stillness, words came in as they often do in the quiet. She was thinking about how safe she felt on Ariel and with Michael. She thought about the other boats that might be in danger and saw the picture, the lesson. The men in her life had been like those boats. There was an underlying fear and paranoia because of the things about them that didn’t match. The feelings would build up. She would play the game, pretending she liked what they liked, trying to make it alright. She would compromise until what was not right got to be too much. The storm would arise, she struggled to make it work and but the boat sank.

Then the universe showed her Michael. She was so busy with what was going on, she hadn’t noticed the entirely different program that was running with him. You don’t know so many of the things you need until they are there. She felt comfortable with him from the beginning and their language was the more intimate speaking of a family member or a long time friend. Her brain wasn’t struggling to interpret something other than what it was to make it okay. There was no competition, everything was normal and peaceful and smooth. And it was because they were very compatible. More than that. It was like they already knew each other because they were so much alike. It wasn’t just that there was no compromising of anything she had on her list of what was going to work. She hadn’t even thought about it because no red flags had gone up to alert her that she was ignoring a problem. This relationship was something entirely new. Something got skipped. No time was needed to develop something very deep. It went from the first hello to forever in a flash.

“Another lesson of what it would be like? Or the real deal?” she asked Tahl, knowing there would only be silence.”He’s just a friend that You are showing me things through isn’t he? There’s things I like about him and the things that I already know blow relationships apart. I can feel when I’m the only woman in the room and he’s the hot bad boy type who’s always looking around. I don’t need that again. But he’s a good man. I can trust him. He will only be a friend so the relationship can’t blow apart. It can’t blow apart. I need him.

“I don’t want it to be this way. I’m weary. When I find him, I want magic to happen right away so I know.” She wiped away a tear that was rolling down her cheek. “Well, if You’re done I’m going to the bridge to watch some people get rescued.” She paused for a moment. “I guess that’s what we’ll be doing when the time comes. We’ll be the latest technology to rescue people from their dark night storms.”

Dahlia went to the observation deck to watch Ariel play “lifeguard” as everyone called it. By the time she’d reached the other boat it was drowning and those on board were all hanging on to the railing of the bow. Ariel was equipped with ten very large, unusually shaped water anchors, five on each side. When she released them, she became very still in the most turbulent of storms. Once she was anchored, hooks would be discharged from the lower deck straight out on rods of steel seizing the distressed vessel, then a second set of grips, resembling suction cups would emerge from the end of the rods, spreading out and locking themselves around the hooks like suction cups holding everything steady. Then a boat would ride along the rails and dock with the sinking boat.

It was a family Ariel had rescued and as their faces looked up at the men reaching out their hand to help them board Ariel, there was the deepest love and sweetness behind their words of gratefulness. Michael saw Dahlia and came up to her.

“It’s wonderful isn’t it? Ariel can feel the waves and her rescue arms are designed to give as needed so the hooks won’t break up the boats. They can’t escape once she has a hold of them.”

Dahlia watched the people as they boarded Ariel.

“You can see such love in everyone’s faces. Helping brings out the best in people, and there is sweetness. It doesn’t matter if their usual program is to be grumpy and appear to have nothing nice to say about anything. And it doesn’t matter if they are bitterly angry at life. Deep down there is their unique expression of love and sweetness that in the Night becomes the primary program everyone runs. It will evolve to it’s highest definition and expression in heaven connecting us all in a mystical sweetness and oneness love. A party is not when people are getting drunk and uninhibited with their demon angel channeled emotions. This is the real party, the highest expression of the word ‘party.’ Everyone is connected by love and sweetness, a spiritual wine that flows and is exchanged, holding us all together tighter that Ariel is holding that boat. No one is lost and alone struggling through a stormy sea of life ever again.

“I need to talk to you and Ariel when she’s done.”

“Give her about fifteen minutes.”

“Okay.”