What Happened When Frank Died: The Unified Consciousness



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  1. It was rather gloomy when I met him; one of those drizzly days that, at times, seemed to subside into a mist. I had been walking along a small brook looking for fresh leeks and morel mushrooms.
    He was sitting under a tall white pine tree. His cloths were a mixture of browns and greens. These colors plus the mist and fog almost made him invisible.
    I was already past him when he said “Hello.”
    It was a soft “Hello.” The softness plus the mild tone did not cause me alarm. This feeling of ease occurred even though I expected to see no one in this dark remote forest.
    “Hello” I echoed. I hoped it was as pleasant as his hello. I continued on with “What are you doing out here in the rain?”
    “I don’t know” he responded. This was followed up by a “Maybe the same thing as you are.”
    I asked him “Have you found any morels or leeks?”
    “No. I am not looking for morels and leeks. Is that what you are doing?” He answered with a question. He spoke in a mild and non threatening manner.
    “Yes, I am” said I. “But, then, what are you looking for?”
    “A thought” he responded. “I am looking for a lost thought.”
    Wishing to be empathetic I said “Yes, I know the feeling. When I need a new insight about a problem I often go into the woods and sit on the biggest log I can find. New ideas come to me.”
    “No.” he said sadly. “I am not looking for a new thought. I am looking for a lost thought.”
    My remark must have been harsh instead of empathetic. The man under the tree broke into tears.
    I quickly offered an apology. “I’m sorry. I just did not understand what you were telling me. In fact I am still not quite sure what you are saying. You said ‘A lost thought’ as if it was really lost.”
    The man confirmed my review of his statement with a simple “Yes.”
    “We all lose our train of thought from time to time. Are you lost?” I questioned.
    “No, that’s not it” he responded.
    “I believe I am going to need some help with this” said I.
    “Yes. I can see that this has not happened to you, this losing of a thought” he answered.
    For some unknown reason we seemed to bond with just those few words spoken between us. He appeared comfortable with me and I had no reason to be concerned about this apparently sad gentleman. I spied a short log that remained from a previous timber cutting of those woods. I set down my basket which contained my finds; a few morels and two handfuls of leeks. The man remained quiet as I rolled the log over to where he was sitting. I offered him a cigarette and he accepted. I lit both his and mine. The smoke seemed to disappear into the fog and mist.
    “Please explain your dilemma” I asked as I sat down on my wet log.
    I expected an explanation that would take about the length of a cigarette. I planned to get on my search for mushrooms and wild onions as soon as he finished. But it was not after one cigarette. We finished the pack before he finished his story. I have never heard of anyone losing a thought the way he did.

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    1. haha awww.. I really want to know his story. This is wonderfully surreal and odd. I hope you let other people read these stories as well. But if you just send them my way, I’m happy with that too. They are inspiring. Thanks.

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    1. Thank you. Yeah, we are always trying to get better and better. I’m glad you love Frank. After this year is over I think our main focus will be working on something bigger with his story.

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  2. hui, this seems to be a quite harmless story. but not less interesting. Frank, Charly and the dog. Consciousness has a child voice. Is the death that drove Frank in other forms?

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      1. Oh, no, I see, the dog is the “unified consciousness” or “God” or if it goes to Charly a cage. The children ‘s voices, perhaps, because children, as well as animals, do not take offense because they have a natural innocence?
        Even if Charly does not want to admit, I believe he loves the dog. After he scares others quickly before they become part of unified consciousness.

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