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Two nights after Chico and I had the discussion about fluxion molecules and the urinary markings of Warrgs (and Woggs and dogs!), something happened that terrified me to the bone\u2026.an event that no one would ever want to go through.\u00a0 I\u2019m fearful even as I write this.\u00a0 My sense of good, evil, and the dangers of the night will never be the same.<\/p>\n
I hadn\u2019t realized at first that Chico\u2019s statements and insights were derived from his extraordinary and intuitively clear sense of the pathways of future reality.\u00a0 Over time, I came to understand the depth and clarity of his perceptions of future events.\u00a0 Chico rarely spoke more \u2013 or less! –\u00a0 than was needed.\u00a0 He seemed to expect me to be like one of his millennial compatriots: steeped in millions of years of experience and wisdom, and cognizant of the rich multivariate pathways of probability inherent in every second of time.\u00a0 It was both flattering and stretching: I was forced to think, imagine and project far outside the realms of comfortable future-think to which I had been accustomed, and learn the dimensions and boundaries of the present evaporating towards the instant future.<\/p>\n
In fact, it is possible \u2013 even without a million-year background so common amongst the Woggs \u2013 to perceive the possible, likely, and even definitive pathways of the future.\u00a0 I suspect that they can be pushed, altered, and influenced by forces that change the nature and direction of potential pathways \u2013 but\u2026 more about that in another story.<\/p>\n
Under Chico\u2019s guidance, I found that I could reach outside the present instance, the current instantaneous moment of the \u201cfive fluxional pathways\u201d (as the Woggs call them \u2013 the \u201csnapshot\u201d realm of possibilities ranging from probable to likely to conceivable to unlikely to nearly impossible, replete with hundreds of variable hues and nuances, but generally perceptible as broad roadways of future threaded events), and start to grasp what might be, might happen, might appear in the upcoming seconds, minutes, hours \u00a0of life.<\/p>\n
Since this applies to the life of sentient beings as well as certain objects we don\u2019t normally think of as being \u201cpersons\u201d or sensible elements \u2013 a rock, for example, or a tree or a mountain or geographic feature \u2013 it is possible to read the five fluxional pathways in their entirety, in a kind of zeitgeist of the moment, and interpolate a momentary intuitive perception into an upcoming event.\u00a0 For example, you can, if you are trained for it, know when and how there will be an automobile crash, and avoid it. You can know when a tree might fall in the forest; a cloud might dispense rain; an avalanche might begin; and a gun might be fired. Humans have tried for centuries to understand how to read these possibilities.\u00a0 Methods and books like the I-Ching attempt to show us how to take a \u201csampling of current reality to predict the future.\u201d\u00a0 I cannot say if they work or not, but I suspect they might well work.\u00a0 The I-Ching is considered to be the oldest of all classic Chinese texts, used for over 2,500 years for grasping the present and predicting the future \u2013 as it were, taking the temperature of the instantaneous moment to divine an immediate future.\u00a0 Nothing lasts for 2,500 years without having a great deal of value, and the I-Ching, or \u201cClassic Book of Changes,\u201d is a work of inestimable insight.<\/p>\n
Chico explained to me that every atom in the universe, and every non-atomic particle, has a perceptible pathway into the future.<\/p>\n
I realized that when Chico would sit or stand very, very still, and barely breathe, that he was analyzing the future, and reading the five fluxional pathways.\u00a0 After a while, I learned to ask him, \u201cWhat\u2019s going to happen?\u00a0 What did you see?\u201d\u00a0 Sometimes he would answer clearly, and sometimes cryptically, but there was always an answer.\u00a0 The clear answers were often reassuring.\u00a0 He provided the cryptic responses to get me to think and consider, reconsider, what I might\u2019ve been thinking.\u00a0 He wanted to teach me how to read the future as he did.\u00a0 Chico\u2019s sense of my perceptions was like those of an expert ancient violinist instructing students in a master class: focusing on the most important elements while suggesting an endless wealth of refinements, all in a few insightfully powerful words and gestures.<\/p>\n
\u201cEvery particle \u2013 whether it\u2019s a fermion or a boson,\u201d explained Chico to me one day, \u201chas some sort of spin, or angular momentum, and another type of spin you humans call orbital momentum.\u00a0 It\u2019s what you\u2019d really call matter \u2013 if used with words like \u201cquark\u201d or \u201clepton.\u201d\u00a0 Bosons, fermions, and their internal particles \u2013 and there are a lot more of them than most physicists on your planet know about today \u2013 have specific activities which can be felt, can be read \u2013 and they have a recorded history that they are playing out in their dancing and jiggling about.\u00a0 In short, they speak, and their speech is extremely complex, and very compact.\u00a0 They speak of what they have experienced.\u00a0 The compilation of all of their experiences can tell you a great deal about the events of the past, and help you sense the future.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d I said in astonishment.\u00a0 \u201cYou mean that elementary particles are \u2026 are\u2026 telling stories about their lives?\u201d<\/p>\n
Chico yawned.\u00a0 \u201cYes, yes,\u201d he said. \u201cSort of.\u00a0 In general, the particles that make up reality and matter, as you call it here on earth, express a kind of statistical reality which your scientists have called spin-statistics theory, a branch of special relativity.\u00a0 You can feel what they are saying, in a way\u2026and use it to determine both the past and its projection into the future.\u00a0 I\u2019m not saying that you can see them\u2026these things are way too tiny, but you can really feel them, since they have a force that takes place in real time and real space.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWow,\u201d I gasped.\u00a0 \u201cYou\u2019re using the stories told by subatomic particles to predict the future of reality pathways?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, that\u2019s a good way to put it,\u201d said Chico.\u00a0 \u201cThe future is almost always a project of some elements of the past, and usually the most forceful past elements live on into the future in some way.\u00a0 But sometimes there are discontinuities, and\u2026those can be dangerous.\u00a0 We can feel them when they are about to happen, since we\u2019ve been doing this for many many centuries, many millennia.\u00a0 It isn\u2019t\u2026easy.\u00a0 We can feel a disturbance in the direction of the future as a potential chaotic event.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIs a chaotic event something bad?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWell,\u201d mused Chico, \u201cchaos isn\u2019t usually a good thing, although the changes it brings about can be absorbed and sometimes frame new powerful, creative paths.\u00a0 Sometimes they are evil, and sometimes they are good.\u00a0 It depends upon what forces cause them.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo, if the Warrgs cause them, they could be evil?\u201d I asked<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, that\u2019s so. More than likely, in fact.\u00a0 It\u2019s something we try to be aware of all the time, because it holds many dangers for those whom we love.\u201d\u00a0 He smiled.\u00a0 \u201cLike you and your wonderful friends.\u201d<\/p>\n
Then he unexpectedly jumped up and licked my face, twice.<\/p>\n
\u201cWas that a chaotic event?\u201d I smiled.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo, not really.\u00a0 You could\u2019ve guessed that it was coming,\u201d grinned Chico. \u201cFrom a fermion-boson standpoint, it was logical and predictable.\u201d<\/p>\n
There is a cute, an adorable and affectionate side to Chico that\u2019s truly marvelous.<\/p>\n
One evening, fairly late (I think it was approaching midnight), I decided to take Licker for a short but brisk walk.\u00a0 That afternoon, he hadn\u2019t wanted to come with Chico and me on the usual bicycle-run around the neighborhood, and I was worried about his weight.\u00a0 Licker is almost always hungry, and \u2013 as my Jewish grandmother used to say, \u201cHe\u2019s a nosher.\u201d\u00a0 That means he likes to nibble on stuff in-between meals, and it doesn\u2019t do his girth any good.\u00a0 Given how big he is (about 175 lbs.), it\u2019s hard to tell if he\u2019s big and strong, or just\u2026. Big.\u00a0 Maybe too big.\u00a0 He isn\u2019t exactly a speedy guy, unless he\u2019s in the mood.\u00a0 Then he can run like the wind, really\u2026. like a horse at full gallop.\u00a0 More of that later.<\/p>\n
\u201cCome on, Licky,\u201d I said. \u201cLet\u2019s run off some of those milk-bone biscuits and rice-n-cheese snacks.\u201d\u00a0 Licker looked up at me mournfully, put his head back down on the bed, and pretended to close his eyes.\u00a0 I got the leash and stood in front of him.\u00a0 He blinked.\u00a0 Then I said, \u201cHey, Licky, let\u2019s go for a walk!\u201d\u00a0 That got his attention. His ears went up like sea-gull wings, opening his aural canal for more details.\u00a0 \u00a0\u201cGimme your nose,\u201d I said.\u00a0 It was the classic requirement, and he always put his nose up to accept the necklace.\u00a0 It was, is, very cute.\u00a0 Then he jumped off the bed with uncharacteristic sprightliness and sauntered over to the door with me.\u00a0 Chico was in the yard, heard us at the door rattling the collars (I have a martingale collar for Licker, and the chain is a dead giveaway to Chico, whose hearing is more acute than a seismograph) and came bounding up.\u00a0 \u201cAm I coming?\u201d he said, nearly breathless from the sprint.\u00a0 \u201cI haven\u2019t taken Licky at all today\u2026 maybe we\u2019ll just go on our own?\u201d I asked.\u00a0 \u201cOK, \u201che chortled.\u00a0 \u201cI\u2019ve got some transmissions to do for the Elders on Narsica, so I\u2019ll focus on that.\u00a0 I\u2019ll be in the yard. Howling at the moon,\u201c he chuckled.\u00a0 There wasn\u2019t much of a moon.<\/p>\n
I was, and continue to be, endlessly amazed at the cheerful goodwill that exudes every minute from Chico.\u00a0 I\u2019ve never met anyone\u2026. man, dog, child, saint\u2026like him in this way.\u00a0 It\u2019s more than lovable.\u00a0 It\u2019s overpoweringly heart-bursting.<\/p>\n
So, Licker and I went out the door. I pulled it shut behind me, and pressed the key-pad button to lock it.\u00a0 \u201cWindy,\u201d I thought.\u00a0 \u201cLet\u2019s not just close it somewhat.\u00a0 Needs locking.\u201d\u00a0 I had a premonition of unsafe moments.<\/p>\n
It\u2019s hard to describe the tenor of that evening.\u00a0 Everything I remember is so conditioned by the events that occurred\u2026.so my historical perspectives are fraught with pregnant perceptions.\u00a0 There was a thin moon, perhaps about a quarter-moon, and it was low on the horizon.\u00a0 The moon\u2019s glow through the eastern trees provided a bit of light, but tremulous and uncertain.\u00a0 As the rather winter-naked trees nocturned in the wind, the pale, almost sickly light grazing through them was weak.\u00a0 The shadows were deep, and even fearsome, cold, uninviting.\u00a0 I stopped to let Licky do some sniffing.<\/p>\n
He spent more time sniffing than I would\u2019ve considered ordinary.\u00a0 Yet, sometimes Licky was more than thorough\u2026. nearly compulsively detailed.\u00a0 I knew he perceived something different, something he hadn\u2019t truly encountered before.\u00a0 He snorted after several minutes\u2019 sniffing, as if to say, \u201cI don\u2019t like that odor.\u00a0 I don\u2019t want it around.\u201d\u00a0 In fact, he hunched down and peed on it.\u00a0 A true mark of disdain, surely.<\/p>\n
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We turned to the west, with the moon behind us; the dim light and fragrance of the moon filtered by and through the spring wind-swept nearly naked trees.\u00a0 No sound, but the occasional groans of a yawning tree, its last few leaves of summer cracking like dried carcasses of now-silent crickets.\u00a0 We walked around the back of the Coral Gables library, a lovely, limestone-coated structure of yore, silently pregnant with the voices of thousands of wise books, noble in its oak-beamed linseed-redolent exposed roofing and country Mexican tile floor.\u00a0 We turned from a dimly lit fa\u00e7ade onto an unlit street, heading southwards towards home.\u00a0 The winds nearly stopped, and the cricket-less silence was anything but reassuring.<\/p>\n
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Licky stopped dead, and I felt it in his leash.\u00a0 He crouched down several inches, nose in the air, high.\u00a0 He growled low and throaty.\u00a0 I couldn\u2019t remember ever seeing him posture in such a threatening, yet defensive fashion, and his vocalization was unknown to me.\u00a0 I glanced up, and saw what looked like the shadow of a huge tree over-arching the pathway next to the library\u2019s butterfly garden, and realized there was no moon high enough to cast a shadow.\u00a0 It was something, something which hadn\u2019t been there a minute earlier. I glanced back down at Licky, and the hair on his back was like a porcupine\u2019s quills, bristling with fury as his throaty growl became a warrior\u2019s scream.\u00a0 I\u2019d never, ever heard Licker scream like that.\u00a0 I knew there was something to be afraid of, something terrifying, terrible, unknown and of extreme danger.\u00a0 Dumbstruck, his leash fell from my hand, and as if in a slow-motion echo chamber, I heard the dry crisp wrinkling of crushed leaves under it. I stood frozen, transfixed and terrified.<\/p>\n
But not so Licker. In an instant\u2019s crouch, he sprang forward with the power and speed of a charging bull, intent to pin the matador into his waving cloak in the twinkling of a terrible and furious eye. He seemed to grow larger as he bounded forwards, doubling his speed with every leap, until he literally flew off the ground at the shadow-like being which blocked our path.\u00a0 The creature snarled and hissed like a striking snake, and I saw the glint of steel-blue teeth and glowing enormous cat-like eyes.\u00a0 Licky hit the thing, full-on, at its shoulder.\u00a0 The shadow swirled, screamed like a wounded loon, and Licker tumbled towards the garden, rolling and rolling.\u00a0 \u201cNo, no, no!\u201d I screamed, \u201cno, o my God, Licky Licky!\u201d Unmindful of danger, I ran towards the beast, planning to swerve around it and go to Licker.\u00a0 My love for my friend was a million times greater than any fear I might ever conjure.\u00a0 In fact, my fear didn\u2019t exist.<\/p>\n
And then something totally unexpected happened, completely, totally unanticipated.\u00a0 Over my right shoulder another creature, with a jet-like whoosh, launched itself into the air\u2026a creature nearly as huge as the Warrg that blocked my path, glowing golden brown and white with piercing, laser-like blue and brown shafts of light streaming from its eye-sockets.\u00a0 It was Chico!\u00a0 But a huge, angry, warlike Chico, with enormous curved white-hot steel shafts bristling from his front paws, and a toothed, muscular mouth as large and flashing as a great white shark.\u00a0 In a fraction of a second, he attacked the shadow Warrg, and there was an earth-shattering crash as his paws slashed into the huge shadow-like being, and his mouth turned and grasped like a death-vise the space just below the shadow\u2019s head.\u00a0 There was a burst of blue light, a crack like an ice-sheaf shearing\u2026.and then silence.\u00a0 The shadow disappeared.\u00a0 Chico was on the ground, head down, paws withdrawn, as if exhausted.\u00a0 And indeed, he was.\u00a0 I ran up to him, and he looked up at me.\u00a0 \u201cPick up Licky\u201d he gasped.\u00a0 I ran to Licker and turned him over, my heart pounding, almost expecting him to be dead.\u00a0 He looked up at me, raised his head to lick my face, shook himself, and got up. A long, ugly dry scar \u2013 no blood \u2013 protruded from his left side, but he seemed to be fine.\u00a0 He shook himself again, from head to tail, squealed and yawned, and trotted over to Chico, now his normal size, and ordinary appearance.<\/p>\n
\u201cLet\u2019s go home,\u201d said Chico.\u00a0 \u201cEnough excitement for one night\u2019s battle.\u201d\u00a0 He paused.\u00a0 \u201cI\u2019m afraid there are going to be more of these. I must accelerate your training\u2026 the training of all of you, without exception.\u00a0 Good sense requires it.\u00a0 You must learn to teleport, and you will need to learn defensive battle techniques.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ll learn anything needed,\u201d I said.\u00a0 \u201cI\u2019m just glad you showed up.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWell, honestly, I sensed that it was coming, so I wasn\u2019t unprepared.\u00a0 Over the last few days there has been a lot of recent Warrg activity around here\u2026. I think they were actually planning to attack me, and my compatriots on Narsica warned me that something like this might happen. I was worried when you left. But I have faith in you, and in Licker, especially.\u00a0 He\u2019s a remarkable fellow.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, yes, you\u2019re right,\u201d I said, and stopped to get down on one knee and hug Licky\u2019s huge head.\u00a0 \u201cYou saved me, Licky\u2026just like Chico predicted.\u201d\u00a0 Licky just smiled and yawned, as if to say, \u201cYeah, so what? Let\u2019s go home to bed.\u201d<\/p>\n
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