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Harmony(continued) "The Harmony Theory attempts to describe the relationship between what we view as our subjective reality and the ways in which we yield or do not yield to the guiding instincts of our lives. This giving of one's self over to the fundamental sense of the universe incorporates an individual's positive energy into the greater whole of creation and strengthens rather than impedes the flow of energy throughout all levels of being." Gene had studied these words, and the tens of thousands that followed, like a bible. They were apart of the original theorem written some twenty years ago by pioneer physicist/metaphysician Norris Xavier Freeman. Freeman was the first to discover a practical method for measuring an individual's energy output as it responded in conjunction with the other forces at play in any given moment of existence. Man had already surmised that his thoughts affected the outcome of all given events, but it was Freeman who proved it to the world in a way that at least a few could understand and were willing to accept. Gene admired this man, but he had his own interpretations of Freeman's work. It had taken five or six generations before the world was even somewhat ready to accept the notion that we had power over all that exists, that we were not helpless and weak in the face of nature or any other force of the cosmos, that we were, in fact, co-authors of it all, contributing our own consciousness to the greater whole and able to affect change if we so desired. Gene found it unfathomable that we did so little with this knowledge. Hunger and war and greed had been done away with, but more often than not we still didn't listen to what the inner voice, the greater flow, was trying to tell us. Each day was a miracle of coincidence waiting for us to notice and abide by its precepts. The messages were not hidden. They were right there in our conscious mind, but we turned always away. We were forever focused on that which we imposed upon ourselves, all that we thought we should do, our seeming obligations and methods to pain. We constantly overlaid a pattern where one already existed. And each time we did, the world was destroyed just a little more.
Gene was immersed as usual in the visual cacophony on the screen before him. At times it was beautiful. Around the holidays it was achingly, transcendently so. But usually it was a mess. And Gene knew that our ocean would never be calm until we learned not merely to row in the same direction, but to stop rowing altogether and let the waves carry us. Gene's son Michael appeared in the doorway. "Dad? I've called you six times already." Gene turned away from the screen. "What is it, Michael?" "It's Scream Night. Mom and I are ready to go. You promised to come with us. Remember?" Gene hesitated just a moment too long before he said, "I do remember." Michael turned away and slammed the basement door behind him. His footfalls were heavy on the stairs. Gene felt paralyzed. His head was filled with the need for harmonious thought, but not the thoughts themselves. So-called reality worked like that. By concentrating too hard on a desire we imposed its opposite. Frustrated, Gene spun around in his chair until he was dizzy and sick to his stomach. He'd forgotten to eat all day. Again. "What is Scream Night?" he said.
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