One Thousand Years
They saw Tom standing as dead as stone.
He hadn’t moved. He seemed deep in thought. Far away in his private communion. He looked petrified to the spot he stood in. Caleb and Apple watched carefully.
Glassy eyed, shiny, not an emotion or a word.
Nothing to reveal what was going on inside. He was different, that was obvious. How was not so obvious. They watched him with interest. Studied would have been a better word. They saw the first tear drops fall. They were amazed.
It was shocking to some of them there.
Rarely, had Apple or Caleb seen anyone cry. Both had experienced their parents emotions who had survived the Tribulation Period. Still with Adjustment Time, sixty-nine years of relative peace… their parents had seemed well seasoned to the fact of their life.
No real drama had occurred. Normal was a quiet, simpler, almost boring style of life. Boring to those who had been alive in another place and time. Life was simpler now.
No stress, no mess, no need to weep.
In all those years since the children had been born they rarely saw a tear.
They never yet had seen a death. Of course they had heard about it. But for the most part all the parents of those born into the Kingdom of God were happy and content.
Occasions of remembering the past did make them seem "moody". Crying though, that was not common. Lately it had become rarer even nearly extinct. Or at least is seemed so to Caleb and Apple.
But Apple and Caleb “felt” something else.
It was the feelings radiating from Tom that were foreign. Tears that just started to fall were secondarily curious to them. They didn't know how to react. The emotions emanating were strong, the image of Tom crying powerful.
They really didn't know what to do.
Almost embarrassed but at the time curious Caleb felt as though he should stay with Tom, but he really wanted to run. With Apple there and the others not far away it was hard to think of a good excuse to leave though. How could he explain leaving his friend?
Apple, pure in heart, wanted to touch the tears. She was curious, she felt a tenderness towards Tom suddenly. She didn't know enough to feel or think compassion but wanted to see what the tears felt like. It wasn't as though her parents had never cried but she really couldn't remember the last time they had. No one she knew had cried at all, at least, not since she knew them or could remember. Now though, it was almost too much for her with the unseen emotions wafting to her. They were caustic; they confronted her, assaulting her demeanor and calm. Emanating like heat waves it was all too unfamiliar to have a proper response. She wasn't frightened, merely confused, troubled, and mixed in her emotional responses. Mixed which created in her a myriad of responses all unfamiliar to her.
Tears were not all that was occurring at that moment. While Apple and Caleb were watching Thomas, the others were fascinated by the countenance Rose wore on her "face". It, her "face", seemed almost perfect and innocent, childlike and seeming angelic, contained in the stock of her trunk. The face itself was a shock to see on the trunk of a plant. Even more shocking was the aspect that it looked like it fit there, that it belonged. Humanlike, yet otherworldly, it could be seen to be read as emotions, but still the aspect of those emotions were different than humanity could attain.
So honest? How could a face look honest? So open? Was this anthropomorphism in action or was in fact Rose a sentient being? A creation by God? A PlantKind? Similar but totally different than HumanKind? How can anyone or anything convey so much, emotion?
Everyone had been told about the Plants in the Kingdom having feelings yet… that was then this is now. That was like the Old Timers being told the same thing yet never paying it much attention.
In the Old World, scientist had proven a Plant, when cut, emitted a signal that other plants could pick up when sensors were monitoring the plants to gauge responses.
Those responses were a far cry from what they saw here.
This was more than an autonomous electrical impulse conducted along suggestive receptors imitating responsiveness in being.
Suggestive of; but not conclusive to; there being an “emote” from a plant.
At least that was how science had concluded in the “Old World” with the Plant Kingdom still under the “Curse”. Now was here, back then was back then.
This plant, this "Rose" the plantKind, everyone could feel emotion coming from it.
Even more than that, the plant, now that the blossoms were no longer hiding it, even appeared like a sentient being. This made all the lessons about “PlantKinds” Eben had taught them come flooding back into the forefront of everyone's mind as they watched the drama unfold.
Plantkinds, when Eben had taught about it the first time it had caused a stir among the “Oties” or Old Timers who had lived in the Old World before the Kingdom had come.
He had always hinted at plants being more than they appeared to be. But until that class he never really had said much. When he taught on Creation he had stated that in the “Balance of Creation” Man must live in harmony with Plants and Animals as he had before the Curse.
Harmony was one thing, but Eben had hinted at more.
When the Curse came upon Creation, the “natural balance” was upset. Hearing Eben explain “plant kind”, PlantKin, back then an old timer had said it sounded like an Earth Cultic worship practice.
Of course at the time, no one had met plantkind.
Rather than outright denounce the Old World false religion, Eben had said there was reason they practiced their ideas about the Earth. They really didn’t understand, where, what or when they had their “Earth Gods” false religion.
They morphed falsity with reality to create a deity that was not the One True God.
But that did not mean they didn’t have a piece of a greater puzzle they knew nothing about. Albeit a small piece, but a part of a greater reality far more than they ever would know.
He had ended that particular class with the statement.
“There is more to Creation than meets the eye”
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