The God State
Bruce Merrick rose from his seat and followed her through the hallway, entering a small backstage, and waiting for the overhead announcer to introduce him. “Ladies and gentlemen, our next speaker at the Shifting into the New Age Conference, is the author of several books, including Socializing on Social Media, The Psychology of the Critic, and his new release, Interpersonal Space. Please give a warm welcome to psychologist and philosopher, Bruce Merrick.”
A warm applause from a small audience of about one hundred people greeted Bruce as he walked onto the stage. “Thank you,” he said in a soft, slightly effeminate voice. The delicate man spoke in a tender tone. He adjusted the microphone on his lapel, and then smiled once more for the audience. “I was invited to talk to you all about my book, and the topic of interpersonal space. You may be thinking to yourself what is interpersonal space?”
The well-mannered audience offered a mild, yet enthusiastic applause. All in attendance were there for one reason – raising their level of consciousness, and they believed Bruce Merrick was one of the few in the world with the answers. Once silence overcame the room and the lights dimmed to complete darkness, they waited quietly for Bruce to begin.
He clicked a button on a hand-held device and a screen behind him portrayed a photo of the universe. “This is a passion of mine – space. I even have my reservation secured with Rick Marsden’s tourist shuttle service, which takes passengers on a voyage around our Mother Earth to see the planet in her truest form.” He gazed into the blackness of the audience. He could see no faces and hear no reaction. Although he couldn’t see a soul, he posed the question to engage his audience. “How many have imagined space travel?” A muted rustling of raised arms gave Bruce the awareness they were all still with him.
Turning back to his presentation, he flipped through a series of photos of Earth from space, he continued, “She, like all people, needs to be appreciated as a whole, not for her individual parts. Surely, we love her beaches and forests, but what about her deserts, frozen tundra? What about the lava, which floats underneath her surface? In order to truly love her, we need to appreciate all of her.”
He switched to a picture of arteries in the human body. “This too is space, the space inside us. We contain within us different worlds and galaxies, each cell contains its own life, reacting to stimuli within our bodies, and our cells react to what we experience.” Bruce clicked to a photograph of people crammed on a subway. “Personal space, we all know how it feels to have it invaded by another’s presence, but is it close physical proximity that bothers us, or something different? Why do we let some people in close and others we repel? The truth about interpersonal space is here,” he said, demonstrating an illuminating photo of a human head, with rays extending in every direction. “Interpersonal space is our consciousness. Our subtle energy body decides who we let in and who we reject. Call it a feeling, a vibe, or intuition, our consciousness dictates those who we allow into our interpersonal space.”
A warm applause from a small audience of about one hundred people greeted Bruce as he walked onto the stage. “Thank you,” he said in a soft, slightly effeminate voice. The delicate man spoke in a tender tone. He adjusted the microphone on his lapel, and then smiled once more for the audience. “I was invited to talk to you all about my book, and the topic of interpersonal space. You may be thinking to yourself what is interpersonal space?”
The well-mannered audience offered a mild, yet enthusiastic applause. All in attendance were there for one reason – raising their level of consciousness, and they believed Bruce Merrick was one of the few in the world with the answers. Once silence overcame the room and the lights dimmed to complete darkness, they waited quietly for Bruce to begin.
He clicked a button on a hand-held device and a screen behind him portrayed a photo of the universe. “This is a passion of mine – space. I even have my reservation secured with Rick Marsden’s tourist shuttle service, which takes passengers on a voyage around our Mother Earth to see the planet in her truest form.” He gazed into the blackness of the audience. He could see no faces and hear no reaction. Although he couldn’t see a soul, he posed the question to engage his audience. “How many have imagined space travel?” A muted rustling of raised arms gave Bruce the awareness they were all still with him.
Turning back to his presentation, he flipped through a series of photos of Earth from space, he continued, “She, like all people, needs to be appreciated as a whole, not for her individual parts. Surely, we love her beaches and forests, but what about her deserts, frozen tundra? What about the lava, which floats underneath her surface? In order to truly love her, we need to appreciate all of her.”
He switched to a picture of arteries in the human body. “This too is space, the space inside us. We contain within us different worlds and galaxies, each cell contains its own life, reacting to stimuli within our bodies, and our cells react to what we experience.” Bruce clicked to a photograph of people crammed on a subway. “Personal space, we all know how it feels to have it invaded by another’s presence, but is it close physical proximity that bothers us, or something different? Why do we let some people in close and others we repel? The truth about interpersonal space is here,” he said, demonstrating an illuminating photo of a human head, with rays extending in every direction. “Interpersonal space is our consciousness. Our subtle energy body decides who we let in and who we reject. Call it a feeling, a vibe, or intuition, our consciousness dictates those who we allow into our interpersonal space.”
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