The Greatest Spiritual Secret of the Century by Thom Hartmann

ice cubes float in a bucket of water. You with me?”
    â€œSure,” Paul said, taking another drink of the Chardonnay.
    â€œMaybe you shouldn’t drink too much of that wine,” Noah said. “I remember when Paul told Timothy to quit drinking water and stick to wine, but it’s not generally good advice, particularly if you’re trying to learn something that’ll help you save the world.”
    Paul put the glass down on the table, thinking that he didn’t want to offend anybody who could travel through time and turn himself into a coyote. “Whatever you say.”
    Noah lifted one eyebrow and looked for a moment like he was going to say something, but then turned back to the TV. “Ok, so we have these women who are fighting. Well, now it’s a woman and some guy wearing a dress fighting. Anyhow, we have this station. You with me?”
    â€œYeah.”
    â€œLet’s say that this TV station represents part of the spectrum of energy.” “Ok.”
    â€œWhich it really, in fact, does. It has a specific frequency, like 174 Megahertz. Each TV station has a different channel, or frequency; each is at a different vibrational rate. Each is a different energy.”
    â€œRight.”
    â€œSimilarly, we can detect certain frequencies with our senses. We can see visible light, we can feel heat, and we can hear vibrations in the air from about 40 to about 17,000 vibrations per second, which we call sound. Any others you know of?”
    Paul thought for a moment, and said, “Taste and smell?”
    â€œActually, in those cases you’re analyzing the molecular structure of matter. Your taste buds and nose are little chemical detectors.”
    â€œSo what else is there? That’s sight, sound, and touch. We only have five senses.”
    â€œThere’s one more sense that any doctor can tell you about, but most people overlook. It’s in your inner ear, called the cochlea, and is a gravimeter. It measures a form of energy called gravity.”
    â€œOur sense of balance?”
    â€œRight. It’s what allows you to sit up straight nowwithout falling over. Assuming you haven’t had too much wine.” Noah smiled at his own joke.
    â€œAnd I haven’t,” Paul said, thinking that he rather liked this guy. Noah had saved his life and shown him the past, and was now trying to teach him something that seemed very odd but must be critically important if it was the information that could save the world.
    â€œSo you can tune into a few channels. Let’s say, for convenience sake, four. Light, heat, sound, and gravity. Everybody knows about those, and everybody agrees on them. So it’s like you have a TV with only four channels on its selector knob, even though the cable company has two hundred channels available.”
    The picture of a coyote telling him these things popped into Paul’s mind for a moment, and he shook it out before he started laughing. “Ok, go on,” he said.
    Noah tilted his head to one side. “You okay?”
    â€œYeah. I’m with you.”
    â€œOkay,” Noah said, waving the remote control at the TV like it was a magic wand. “So there are only a few channels you can receive, but there are many out there, because we know that the spectrum of energy is vast and seamless. So you only know a tiny bit of reality. Did you know, by the way, that dogs actually see smells?”
    â€œNo,” said Paul, hoping Noah wasn’t going to pop into being a coyote again.
    â€œSeriously,” Noah said. “When it happens in humans, it’s called synesthesia, and considered a brain disease. People who see sound or taste colors. But with dogs, much of the visual part of the brain is used to process information from the nose. Dogs actually see smells. They create smell maps in their minds, and a blind dog can function almost as well as a sighted dog as long as there’s a scent trail for