Free Entanglement by Gregg Braden

matter exists by virtue of a force … and we must assume that behind that force … is the existence of a conscious and intelligent mind. The Matrix of All Matter.’ And suddenly I saw what all the equations and theories had been leaving out. Consciousness .”
    Outside there were thunder and lightning.
    Peter smiled at Jack. “Looks like the universe agrees.”
    â€œLet’s take a walk,” Jack said. “I need to clear my head.”
    â€œGood idea. The teachers’ lounge should be open.”

CHAPTER 8
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    Peter and Jack walked down the dark hallway; both were deep in thought.
    Eventually Jack said, “You know what I remember from your class? That story about the plate glass. Who was that? Einstein?”
    â€œIt was actually his colleague John Wheeler.”
    â€œYeah. Something about how scientists are always viewing the universe safely behind a thick slab of plate glass. It’s all happening out there somewhere. Separate from us.”
    They turned a corner and headed down the stairs.
    Peter said, “But we now know, that’s just not how things work. To observe an object as small as an electron is to change the object. And beyond that, more recently, we’ve found that at even deeper quantum levels, to observe something is to actually create it! If we really want to know the true nature of things, Wheeler suggested—”
    Jack finished his thought, using a German accent, “Ve must smash the plate glass.”
    â€œHe was American. But good accent. And yes—once we remove this artificial barrier, we can no longer deny that we are intrinsically linked to this outer space through our inner space consciousness. We are not observers, but participants.”
    The teachers’ lounge held tables, a microwave, and a wall-length chalkboard. When they arrived, Peter asked Jack if he wanted something to drink.
    Peter began to dig through boxes of tea.
    â€œThe herbal stash. Pomegranate. Mellow Mint. Peach Orchard. How about Lemon Zinger?”
    â€œFine. Zinger’s good.”
    Peter smelled the bag. “Really? You want something with it?”
    â€œNo, I’ll take it straight.”
    Peter made the tea, then poured out a bowl of mixed nuts. They sat together at one of the tables.
    â€œSo, then what’s the big difference between what you’re doing, and the Standard Model with the Higgs thing?” Jack asked.
    â€œWell, for starters, my math is a lot prettier. But beyond that, there are implications, which is what really matters. What are the implications of this field of subtle energy, in which all things live and breathe and have their being? The idea at the core of it is the oldest idea in the books. We are one. The uni-verse. The poetry of oneness.
    â€œWe’re not separate objects floating around in empty space, but part of one undulating, pulsing, multidimensional uni-being organism, from the realm of all suns and planets down to the subatomic quantum level. All vibrating together at varying frequencies, transmitting, absorbing, digesting, reflecting, radiating light and energy, endlessly held together by this invisible yet omnipresent force of consciousness.”
    Jack’s eyes were alight with amazement as he listened to Peter, whose own face was flushed.
    â€œDude, you need to go to Burning Man, because they would friggin’ love you there.”
    The two men watched it rain for a moment. Then Jack said, “So before, what was that thing you started to show me—when you were drawing the circle?”
    Peter crossed to the back wall, picked up a piece of chalk and drew a wheel. “Actually, this was told to me by my mother when I was a kid.” He started drawing spokes. “All paths and religions are like spokes on a wheel. And the farther out you are from any of them, the more superficial, the more disparate and distant, they’ll seem from one another. However, the deeper you go, the