“I wanna know HOW everything is free, like even housing and cars? I get that everyone contributes to the community and has gardens, and grows vegetables, that makes sense. And clothes, sure, I can wrap my head around that, I’ve watched YouTube videos: upcycling, sewing, designing. Donations. I get it. Everyone in the community builds houses. OK, that’s a skill that can be learned. But who in the ever-loving hell is making appliances and backhoes and insulation and construction materials? And how the hell did someone DIY a luxury jet and a yacht? Who pays for that stuff? What’s the catch?”
“And I really need to know why a half a dozen different brothas told me that you were the best sex they ever had with a white man, they didn’t reveal any specifics but two of them said that you were the best sex they ever had, EVER: man, woman, Black, or white. Not gonna front, that’s all I’ve been thinking about since they told me. What does that even mean?”
Sighing, “The long answer is far more complex than you can imagine,” Lee responded. His first instincts were always to put the wants, desires, and needs of the Black man ahead of his own, so he explained that he was willing to answer any questions but he wanted to make sure that if they embarked upon that path, that it would veer drastically from erotic seduction that he had planned for the evening.
Marvin assured him that he needed answers, that his soul felt this pull, this need to understand, not just the logistics of how Wequilibrium worked but he needed to understand how the previous consciousness of lies had held the collective consciousness captive, and his intuition, his gut was telling him that Lee had answers that he couldn’t find anywhere else. That, ultimately, was far more important than sex.
Lee excused himself to make himself more comfortable so that he could answer any and all questions that Marvin had for him. He returned a few minutes later wearing a pair of white, linen, drawstring pants and a relaxed fitting white linen shirt with African Mudcloth collar and cuffs. What would have been deemed cultural appropriation in the previous energy was now home to Lee. He was barefoot and his toenails glistened with an understated nude polish. He looked so comfortable in his own skin that Marvin was full of awe.
Caught up in the moment, Lee forgot to ask, “I’m so sorry, would you like to get more comfortable? I can run a bath for you. We have pajamas, a robe, shorts, whatever you need. We’ll get you measured and fitted for your custom wardrobe at your intake meeting and you can go to the Clothes Closet and pick out anything you want there whenever you’d like. Since you have me all to yourself for a while, I can take you there if you want, we can find you some really nice clothes to wear. Oh, and just to let you know, you’re going to want to get some costumes. We have lots and lots of costume parties, plays, musicals . . . there is always a reason for a costume at We.”
Marvin gave him major side eye. The thought of people wearing costumes all the time seemed childish to him. He was, of course, thinking about costumes that come in a package from Party City and not the elaborate, authentic reproductions and designs that were intrinsic to Wequilibrium. He started to say that baths weren’t his thing but he had just drunk a half a bottle of wine made of from a fruit he had never heard of before so he was leaving his options open. “No, I’m really comfortable. I just want to take off my shoes. They told me that when I moved here that I didn’t have to bring anything with me, that everything would be provided, and I got a whole suitcase full of clothes and toiletries, they even gave me the suitcase. And what could be more comfortable than these . . . what do you call these, genie pants . . . Hammer pants . . . no, no, how about Burning Man pants.” He added, “Nah, really, I’m cool, thanks. I, never in my life, imagined wearing anything like this but once I tried them on, they felt natural . . . comfortable.”
Lee added, “You look really great in them, too, if you don’t mind me saying.”
The two settled down and started to talk, to share their life stories, to get to know one another on a deep and intimate level neither of them had access to when they were under the spell of testosterone and OZone.
“OK, so,” Lee settled into the sofa and got comfortable. “First things first, let me attempt to explain how everything is free. I’m not the best person to explain this. Scottie is the best person as this world is her creation, she gave birth to it. I’ll do my best to convey what I’ve learned as her acolyte.”
“Here goes. In the Old World, Scottie was among the Deceived, she was a munchkin, stuck to the wall. No one had initiated her into the realms of the occult. She had no success getting her books published so she hadn’t signed any contracts with agents that sold her soul. She hadn’t taken any oaths; she had been a thesis defense away from getting her Masters. She wasn’t a member of a sorority or a secret society where she learned the truths of reality in varying degrees. She was born into the world forgetting all her past lives, forgetting her divinity. She was as clueless as the rest of the masses who were stuck to the wall and under the spell of an inept Magician. Right up until 2021 when her higher self started coming through and revealing all the truths that had been hidden from her.”
“From that moment on, she knew deep in her heart, she had always felt in her soul, even from a very young age, that she was special, that her mission was to change the world. She was deeply convinced that had lived previous lives as a Queen, a King, a High Priestess, a shaman, a healer, and a Goddess, she was convinced that she had been a benevolent and empathetic leader for many previous lifetimes. And I can tell you for a fact from my own personal experience that she carried herself like a Queen and a Goddess in the Old World, she was never average, she just didn’t have the same energy as everyone else.”
Holding up his finger, Marvin said, “Wait, wait, wait. I have to pee. I’ll be right back.” Lee directed him to the bathroom in the spare bedroom while he collected his thoughts and took some deep breaths. He wanted to do justice to Scottie’s story, to speak her truth to power.
Upon his return, Lee continued his recounting of how money didn’t have the same weight and import in the Wequilibrium community and the New World as it did in the Old World or even the rest of society. “Scottie was aware that money wasn’t real, not in this lifetime, not in any turn of the wheel of time, that it was a tool of oppression and a construct to keep people enslaved. She also knew that she had been wealthy in many, many previous lifetimes. Her true wealth, her real assets were to be counted in her generosity, in nurturing, her kindness for the least among us, in . . .,” Lee struggled to find the right words. “I think she calls it her Divine Wealth, which is her ability to LOVE.”
“Anyway, her belief in a better world, a different world, was so strong, her moral compass of truth always pointed her in the direction of equality for everyone. Everything that she wanted to manifest for herself, she wanted for humanity: Love, home, family, creative expression, peace, and ecstasy, and on an on. She knew that if she could create this ‘paradigmatic shift in consciousness’ those are the exact words she uses, that she would have access to infinite wealth. She wasn’t concerned with status and material things, labels, excessive displays of wealth, pretense, none of that shit mattered to her. She was concerned with beauty, art, truth, all best parts of life.”