Free Entanglement by Gregg Braden Page A

more similar they become. They meet in the center.
    â€œAll things are interconnected through consciousness. From the farthest reaches of outer space, the macrocosm; to the farthest reaches of inner space, the microcosm and quantum physics—all are reflections of one thing. I had the audacity to put out a paper that intimated that science is just another teaching trying to find its way into the center of the circle. The aim of which is consciousness.”
    Jack said, “That must have gone over great with the scientific community.”
    Peter quickly erased the chalkboard in the lounge and smiled ruefully. “Yeah, it was a big hit. That’s why I rarely publish anymore.”
    â€œTo hell with them, dude. They’re all just part of the system,” Jack said. “So is that why you’re hiding out here?”
    Peter seemed startled by his comment; this conversation was getting too close for comfort. The truth was that he preferred the lab to his apartment, where everything reminded him of Manuela. It was easier here, where he could control his environment, just like one of his experiments. None of these were topics he intended to discuss with Jack—or anyone else.
    â€œWho says I’m hiding out? I like to think I’ve chosen to cultivate my ideas in an open-minded atmosphere. There’s something about being around kids. Especially when they’re this age, at the dawn of self-awareness. They’re so open, and they’re asking questions. It’s inspiring—they’re not afraid to indulge in wild and outrageous possibilities.”
    â€œIs that why you said I understood your ideas better than you do?”
    â€œWell, that’s part of it. But it has to do with this.” Peter touched his chest. “Direct apprehension. The power of the heart to transcend thought. We’re talking about the field of subtle energy that is the conduit between our consciousness and that of all worlds. It’s in us. Small children have access to it. They don’t separate themselves from their world. But as we grow older, buffers emerge. Societal indoctrinations start to hypnotize us, and gradually there’s a tendency to lose that connection. Soon, boom , we’re shut down, and it takes a shock to blow the heart back open to the intuitive, nonverbal language of feeling.”
    Jack nodded. “When you’re a twin, you can never entirely separate yourself from the outside world. You look over there, and, well, there you are . Maybe that’s why we still retain this sensation of just knowing through feeling.”
    There was a crack of thunder as the huge downpour increased outside, giant raindrops pelting down from the sky.
    Peter studied Jack closely for a moment, then nodded. “Yeah, there may be something to that. Sympathetic resonance. There was this experiment in Geneva in 1997, where a scientist took a photon, a single particle of light, and split it into two separate twin particles with identical properties. Then they fired the twins in opposite directions down two fiber-optic pathways for a distance of seven miles, so by the time each twin reached its target, fourteen miles separated them. At that point they were forced to choose between two random routes that were identical in every respect.
    â€œThe two particles made exactly the same choice at exactly the same time. Each time the physicist repeated the experiment, the results were the same. Information was being passed between the two particles instantaneously. Somehow they were communicating. This phenomenon is referred to as quantum entanglement.”
    Jack said, “So it’s almost going to a molecular level—Charlie and me—quantum entanglement.”
    â€œOr ‘spooky action at a distance’—that’s what Einstein called it. Could be a good title for my book,” Peter said, taking a drag from his cigarette.
    Jack said, “But wait a minute. If even