Insanity

Away from the others, Geo now crossed his legs and sat down in his meditation posture.  He was trying to find his center.  In his center seemed to be his Magic Canteen.  As he looked at it, on it’s round, flat side, he saw a world inside himself.

The world inside Geo had a blue sun and a pink sky.  Masses of purple vegetation made the whole planet look violet, and amidst this there were patches in full bloom, creating areas of orange, and pink and bright blue that painted the flatlands.  As he walked through these meadows, he found that some of the color patches were actually clusters of butterflies.  Some of them went along with him as he hiked up into the shrubs that preceded the forest.

Geo looked up into the pink sky.  Faintly he saw a woman’s face, and she seemed to be calling his name, but he could not reach her, and he really didn’t want to.  He wanted to enter the forest that he saw ahead of him.

The dense forest began abruptly, with the black, lustrous trunks of the trees appearing out of the purple undergrowth.  The pink foliage of the trees seemed to reach upward, embracing the sky, and it was only a guess where the pink treetops ended and the clear pink sky began.  As he entered the forest, he found it very dark and cold.  Its floor was bare, as there was not enough light for plants to grow below the trees. 

But there was moss.  Some of it was the friendly green color he knew from—somewhere else—but he did not know where.  Hadn’t he been on this beautiful planet all his life?  A stream ran nearby, its water icy and clear, and the rocks were transparent crystal, worn into smooth beauty by the water.  Geo sighed deeply, taking in the beauty of it all.

On the Gray Planet, Shiara saw Geo fold into himself, sitting motionless, with his eyes open and a slight smile on his face.  This is not good, she thought.  She breathed and centered herself as Geo had taught her to do, and she called deeply to The Voices, asking them to speak inside of her, as she did not want to leave Geo alone on the planet again, especially in this condition.

What can you tell me?  She asked the Voices.  What is happening to him?  A strong, clear Voice replied to her plea.  “I can see what he is seeing in his mind.  He has created a world of incredible beauty, and retreated into it.  He is now in a forest.  He is marveling at the beauty, but he is also becoming tired, being lulled by the sound of the stream.  We must enter his fantasy, and direct him to lie down on the couch.  He will not know it is the couch, he will think it is a mossy rock.  That does not matter.  We just need to get him to the couch.  You will help us.  You will lead him gently to the rock upon which he decides to rest.

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