I’ve mentioned the collective consciousness frequency tuner before, but now I can give an example of what I mean. When I first started writing this book, a sentence popped into my head that insisted I type it before moving on. It’s in a very early draft, and it resides in the middle of a completely unrelated paragraph in which Guthrie makes a pivotal decision. The paragraph-crasher sentence:
Edgrin Finnebrook pushed his hands deep into the soil. The fragrant earth brought a smile to his face.
I’m reading John D. MacDonald’s The Quick Red Fox. It’s the first Travis McGee novel I’ve read. I ran into the passage:
Holding something alive, warm, sleeping is like handling fresh moist soil under the sun’s heat. Restorative. (Pg 62, Fawcett Crest paperback edition 1995.)
Obviously it’s not the same, but what struck me was the reference for good, wholesome, and restorative powers of soil. I liked the coincidence. Tapping into the ether.
Come to think of it, I’m sure this is some holdover lesson from one of Professor Lentz’s lectures. O.K., so I never paid attention in class, but possibly some of the Walden lectures – did we read Walden? – took root despite my best lack of effort.
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