My
story depicts an air of expectancy off the coast of San Francisco
where a majority of the populace has been willed to witness an
extraordinary event. In its wake, society undergoes the biggest
paradigm shift in history
and
a door to the collective unconscious is
unlocked.
Back
in the late 1960s/early ’70s there was a cultural renaissance of a
sort, which expressed Gaia consciousness through various artistic
media, and perhaps with good reason; it was also around that period
that disregard of our planet had increased exponentially. Not until
somewhat recently has the human race begun to pay attention those
decades-old warnings, and so it prompted me to write about the return
of the ancient gods. “Stone in Water, Waiting” combines the old
adage about history repeating itself with the plight of the Earth
Mother. Have we actually progressed very far? Are we any better than
the ancient civilizations that somehow doomed themselves? There is
only so much our habitat can withstand before we’ve fully condemned
the ecosystem that sustains us. Chemtrails, fracking, acid rain,
geo-engineering: where does it all end? I wanted my story to take on
these issues and, hopefully, resonate with the environmentalist in
each of us.
