LINK
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An adventuresome, ethereal being (Link) discovers Earth and the concept of the physical during his explorations of other worlds from his non-physical realm, Altura. Link gets fascinated with Earth and makes regular visits to this planet. But because he is formless, he can observe but cannot truly experience what it is to be physical. He wants to have this experience. That desire grows, and eventually he chooses to trade his non-physical state to become human. He enters the physical under a tree on Earth where he slowly discovers his newly emerging condition. Dax, a curious, lovable 12 year old boy, and the village favorite, comes upon Link (the new human) naked, in a state of self-discovery as he is in the process of learning to move his limbs. The first of many conversations unfolds in which Dax, along with the reader, gets acquainted with Link's non-ph ysical world that is our true home. <br><br>Through Dax and his grandmother, Link is introduced to the village, and there he begins his journey of understanding the complicated nuances of the human condition, while attempting to create a link to and remembrance of that other world that we have long left behind.
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Link had just become human. And now here he was under the almond tree trying to absorb the nuances of the physical experience. He sat facing the almond tree, completely absorbed in trying to penetrate it simply with a thought. On every other previous visit to Earth, he had been able to move through any object at will, and he expected no less this time. It was simply his way of being. And so he continued to sit there, before the almond tree, engrossed in effort and wonder. It was four pm, but he did not know it. In fact, he did not even know it was the year 2010. A line of concentration appeared on his brow. Still nothing happened. He could not understand why, on this occasion, a simple desire did not result in his moving easily through the tree.
Amidst all of his effort, one strange sensation continued to compete for his attention. From very close confines, he could sense a continuous rhythm, almost soothing in its constancy…a slow steady flow that seemed somehow to be connected to him, yet connected too with the outside. There it was one second, and the next it was leaving – a constant flow between inside and outside. He stayed with it, and now he could really feel it. In…out…in…out…rising…falling. With every intake, something in him seemed to heave ever so slightly, then relaxing gently on the outflow. He became engrossed in that sensation, observing it…absorbing it…wondering why it seemed so entwined in his being. S l o w l y, he came to the realization that the sensations he was picking up on were in fact his own…the rhythm of breath…inhaling, exhaling…that pattern of connection with the cosmos. And then it dawned on him that the transfer was complete. He was matter. He was in fact human.
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On Altura, unimpeded by the separateness of physical form, and the limitations of weight and gravity, one came closer to experiencing the essence of being and of true community. Existence outside of that total connection with the community was not a notion that occurred to an Alturan. The whole was supreme. Without it there was no survival. Without it there was no unit, no self-identity. For a being from Altura to be disconnected from that lifeline would be a death warrant.
And here he was, having let go of his lifeline. Before this he had no concept of isolation. In Altura, connected always to a larger reality, and having instant access to the knowledge of the whole to guide his every move, he had never doubted himself. But now, catapulted onto the Earth, he found that he understood hardly anything and could not interpret what should be his next move. He tried once again to strain his being to tap into the thoughts of the wider network of this planet, so that he could understand better their way of being and create his own road map. But he could get nothing, only a barrage of confused thoughts that seemed to originate no further away than his own frame.
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