Although Ann wrote the material down there were many quotes from Barbara and many times it was obvious that Barbara provided a starting point which Ann would develop. Occasionally there were also quotes from Mary and Cindy. I set it down as even the little bit of it that I read was a great deal to digest. Amazing stuff.
Ann joined me. She said that, based on last night's experience, she needed to rewrite large portions of her book, but I disagreed saying: "Don't be too quick to drastically change what you have. By all means write down your new insights but also let them simmer for a while. At least keep a machine copy of your book as it is now."
We talked about her changes and at one point I used the word 'grok' and she asked me to describe "Stranger in a Strange Land" for her. I said: "I can do better than that," and I went out to my car and retrieved it for her.
Wednesday lunch.
I asked Ann about what she had done since high school and she explained that she had worked at the farm, worked on her books, practiced her violin, practiced her guitar, took flying lessons and studied a great deal of math, science, mostly physics and computer science on her own and with the aid of her high school physics teacher. It turned out that he was a retired college professor who really preferred teaching to research and was sick and tired of having to write grant proposals, sick and tired of city life and city traffic, so he moved back to his boyhood neighborhood and became a high school teacher. He told Ann that he considered her to be his best student ever including all his years at Princeton and MIT.
She said that she found it easy to just work from a college textbook, or the Internet on her own but sometimes it was hard to find good textbooks. For example she said she tried three times before finding a good text on Hilbert spaces which she needed for von Neumann's book. She was really interested in theoretical quantum mechanics and found an amazing amount of material on the web. She laughed and said that sometimes she had to login as Dr. Schmidt in order to access it. Ann commented on the various ways of approaching quantum mechanical calculations and said that she had developed still another. She had written a paper about it and had submitted it to "Science" with Dr. Schmidt listed as co-author. She had also written two follow up papers, one a double proof, first that the new technique was equivalent to the Schrodinger wave equation and a second proof of equivalence with quantum electrodynamics. The other paper was exploring a number of technologies which were only now obvious with the new formulation. All three papers were due to be published in the coming months.
She had filed a series of patents including the items in the third paper. Her inventions included solar cells with significantly improved efficiency, LEDs with higher efficiency, multicolor LED arrays on a flexible backing, a very high speed optical switch which could lead to practical optical computers, three inventions relating to quantum computers, a method for producing nested nanotubes, a method of bonding carbon nanotubes to a silicon semiconductor surface, a new class of high temperature superconductors and even a way of separating isotopes based on even / odd numbers of nucleons. Ann had only worked out laboratory processes for these products but she was sure that production processes would be possible. All of these patents were foundational, not just product patents and would be hard to work around. She said that Dr. Schmidt had put her in contact with a really good patent attorney.
She had also started a fourth and a fifth paper, one on quantum computing and another on the philosophical and spiritual implications of quantum mechanics. She laughed and said that that one might turn into a book.
She said that she was still planning to go to college but had not zeroed in on any school or major. She pointed out that with being published in a journal like "Science," her list of inventions, being valedictorian, class president, 2384 on her SAT, being president of half of the clubs in high school, first violin in the school orchestra, a cheerleader and the reference letter Dr. Schmidt was sure to write that she would not have trouble being accepted anywhere. She thought she would like to work on integrating science and spirituality.
She said: "My intuitive message has been:'Wait a little longer.' That just changed. It seems I needed to wait for you. As I said - We have work to do together - spiritual work."
Ann asked where in Florida I lived and I explained that when I retired we sold our Florida house, bought a small condo near Ft. Lauderdale and a home near Saratoga, New York. She asked about Florida colleges and I told her about the University of Miami in Coral Gables and FAU in Boca Raton but I said that upstate New York had a much better selection and that she should be looking at schools like Rensselaer or Cornell. I also pointed out that she should start tracking professors at conferences like the one I just missed and use that as a guide.
I asked her if she was a member of the Institute of Noetic Sciences. She said no and I suggested that she join.
I asked Barbara about her future plans and she said that she had applied to five colleges and was awaiting acceptance letters. With the advice of her guidance counselor she had applied to Vassar, Smith, Mount Holyoke and Skidmore with the state university as a fallback. She smiled when she said Skidmore, knowing it is in Saratoga. We talked about colleges and college experiences for a while.
I knew those schools were expensive but as a result of my telepathic connection with Ann I was aware that 'uncle George' had left the family a sizable estate such that money was no longer an issue to them. Only much later would I discover the size of their inheritance.
Later we started to discuss dancing and the various forms of it. One minor mystery was partially cleared up for me: All three of these girls move like professional models or dancers. They all had years of ballet classes when they were younger.
Ann pointed out that Barbara knew belly dancing and I asked Barb if she would demonstrate. She adamantly refused. Mary, Ann and Cindy all were pushing Barbara to do it and I put my two cents in defending Barbara's right to her decision. Barb raised her hand, ending the discussion. She looked at me for a long minute, her eyes seeming to bore into my soul and then said: "I will dance for you."
She left to change and otherwise prepare while the rest of us took care of the lunch dishes. Mary also went upstairs. After helping with the dishes, Cindy disappeared into her room with another Tantra book. I sat and meditated while the various preparations occurred. I found myself drawn to: "Om Mami Padme Hum."
Barbara's dance.
Barbara returned wearing a Bathrobe with translucent black harem pants showing below the robe. She selected a CD and put it in the player. We three all sat in the living room. Ann and I were sitting apart on the sofa and Mary was sitting in a chair next to the sofa. Samantha hopped up on the sofa next to me. Barbara looked totally panicked, as if she was about to bolt out of the room as she tried to smile first at her mother, then at me. She took off the robe and tossed it onto an empty chair. Her costume was a black bikini, strapless top and string bottom, under translucent black harem pants, and a matching harem top which ended about three inches below her bosom. A coin belt completed the outfit. Her costume really demonstrated her hourglass figure. Her navel was really beautiful.
Her mother pushed the play button on her remote control. Barbara started to dance, her hips started to undulate to the music, she moved this way and that, she bent this way and that, she moved her arms this way and that, she turned, she twisted, she twirled, she shimmied, she swayed, she was into the music, her hips undulating to the music in myriad patterns, her navel doing its own dance, she was ok, she was more than ok, she was beautiful, her dance was objectively erotic but I was responding at a different level, a higher level. It was beautiful.
The song ended. Barbara looked at her mother who nodded as if to say go on. Barbara sighed and turned her back to us. She seemed to have her hands at her chest and I did not realize at first what she was doing. Then I noticed the bikini top go slack just before she pulled it off and tossed it onto the chair with the robe. The music had started several seconds before and keeping her back to us she started to move her hips, barely perceptively at first, then with more and more motion like the start of an old fashioned steam train.
Then she turned around and her breasts were bouncing and gyrating every which way under the translucent top as she twisted and turned, shimmied and swayed but my attention was drawn to her eyes. She was staring directly into my eyes and her's were liquid fire. The room faded away, it was just Barb and I. That was the universe, undulating hips, dancing navel, wildly moving breasts, wildly moving hair and fiery eyes, liquid eyes. She was opening my heart.
Samantha started purring very loudly.
As the number ended she was facing away from me with her legs slightly spread. She lifted the coin belt clear of her harem pants and then held the elastic such that the coin belt ended up under her pants. Then she reached down under her harem pants and untied both knots on her bikini bottom and pulled it off. Her hips started undulating as the music started, moving perfectly to the music. As she turned around and looked into my eyes I found that I was looking back, looking into the liquid fire, like a beautiful blue flame, looking into her soul, looking through her soul to the God within, looking through the God within to the God that is the entire universe. She swayed. She bent. She sent ripples up and down her body. She twisted, she shimmied, undulating hips, dancing navel, bouncing breasts, but all I could see was her eyes, her eyes, her fire. Then the cut ended. She had again stopped facing away from me. She pulled the harem top over her head.
She turned as the music again started and I found I was looking at El Shaddai, the nurturing Goddess, the God with breasts. Her nipples were bright pink with a tinge of orange. But again I was drawn back to her eyes, her liquid fire, my connection to the entire universe. Movement, perfect movement, She danced, she danced for Shiva, she danced with Shiva, she danced for the cosmic dancer, she danced with the cosmic dancer, she was Shakti, the goddess of female energy. Her hips undulated in perfect time to the music. She danced left, she danced right, she danced forward, she danced back, she spun and she danced in place. She tossed her hair this way and that. Her body bent. Her body bowed, her bosom shook and I watched her eyes, her liquid eyes, her liquid fire. Once again the music ended. Once again she had her back to me, with her legs again slightly spread. She pushed off her harem pants and bent to pull them free of her feet. I watched. My heart felt like it would burst.
