The Psychic Energy Age
The Day the Earth Went Quiet            

(draft by Laura Wilkinson, 3/26)

A Short Story set in the near future,

It began with the flicker. A blink of power. A hum silenced mid-tone. All across the Earth, every screen froze, every signal died, every motor ceased. Then—silence. No buzz of lights, no clatter of machines, no news anchors narrating chaos. Just the raw stillness of a planet in mid-breath.

Then the sky turned blue—not the usual daylight blue, but a luminous, electric veil, threaded with shimmering streaks. Leylines, those old mythic pathways whispered by the ancients, lit up beneath the soil like glowing arteries. Earth herself seemed to exhale. No one panicked. Oddly, almost impossibly, people felt calm. As if something deep and ancient had been remembered. A trust, long buried, emerged again. And inside their bodies, the same thing was happening. Invisible anatomy came online. In One Shared Home      

In a modest, crammed flat on the edge of Portland, Oregon, three people looked at each other through the dim light. The fridge had stopped. The Wi-Fi was dead. But no one cared.

Luna was the first to speak .“I feel…good. Like… really good.  ”She stepped out onto the porch, breath catching as the stars overhead pulsed with quiet rhythm, in time with her own heartbeat. A tingling sensation threaded through her limbs, like she was being gently rewired.

Inside, Antonio, the nurse with soil always under his nails, sat cross-legged on the living room floor, pendulum in hand. It began to spin without prompt. Fast. Spiraling.“I think something is… talking to me.

”Jen, the professor of myth and religion, was already scribbling in her journal, her eyes glassy with wonder. Symbols poured from her pen — ancient ones she didn’t consciously know, and yet understood.

⸻Day 3: The New Senses.  By day three, it was clear: this was not a blackout. This was a switch flipped on a galactic scale.People could see things. Energy systems, light-webs inside and outside the body.  Frequencies of emotion. Truth. Dishonesty. All visible. The human electric anatomy danced in the dark, radiating in colors tied to emotion and intention. Where the lymph passed through the heart, wings of light emerged out the back— filaments that connected them to something larger. Something holy. The window Rumi once spoke of had cracked open.

And the world stood bathed in a benevolent intelligence. It wasn’t chaos. It was clarity.

⸻Luna’s Portal ~ Creativity.  For Luna, it started with sound. She began to hear faint voices — musical, melodic, not in language but in tone. Her studio, a corner of her small room, became a temple. A tent, stitched from scraps, formed a cocoon where she met her muses.  They gave her compositions. Soundscapes layered with tone, rain, birdsong, chants, and her own voice reading words from mystics long gone. She followed the thread. She muscle-tested each question: she followed the muses directions to the contents, audio arrangements, and sounds. She assembled the contents and used her voice. Sometimes her mind would interfere — overthinking, doubting. But when she trusted, clear yeses would ring through her hands. Over time, the maps emerged to help navigate her inner space. And with every map drawn, every soundscape mixed, she healed. The relationship she had clung to — painful, confusing — began to dissolve in compassion. The soundscapes reflected back her own voice, her own wisdom. She wasn’t alone anymore.

⸻Antonio’s Awakening  Nature Portal.  Antonio’s hands touched soil again. But this time, the earth spoke back. He found he could dowse for more than water. He could feel energetic wounds in plants, in people. He found an ancient healing system — written in a long-lost manual by an old soul named Parsell — that mapped the body like a sacred terrain. He tested it on his sister, his neighbors. It worked. Not always instantly, not always cleanly, but the energy responded. The plants whispered. The devas nodded. The garden thrived like it was singing.

⸻Jen’s Downloads, Orical Portal.  Jen, nearing retirement, sat each day in stillness. Visions came like dream slides: the Earth splitting in light from an ocean trench; beings of kindness arriving through a dimensional fold. She became an oracle. People came to her, seeking answers. She had no credentials for this.

But the messages were clear and always loving. The word came often: Prepare. Not through fear, but devotion.

⸻Day 14: The Shift Back  ~ And then, on the fourteenth day, it stopped. The power clicked back on. Lights buzzed. Engines roared. Screens blinked to life. But nothing was the same.The connection, that overwhelming peace, had dimmed — not disappeared, but like waking from a beautiful dream and blinking into the light. Yet now, in the dark, people could see it. A faint light along the lymphatic paths. An auric shimmer around the heart. A lie could be seen. A truth could shine.

The world had not ended. It had begun again.

Chapter Two: Hubs for Becoming HomoluminousI.

It's 2030,  Several years have passed since the energy rift that changed everything.  Luna opens the doors to Comunity HUB of  her “InTent” project in a local  center.    Tents hang from central points, filled with choices for inner space travel. Providing safe, quiet place for individuals to explore their own inner  connection and to join in collaboration with others.   Luna's Hub has built in co-creative projects. Creative concepts  to express in:  Word, Tents, Soundscapes , movement, etc.  Many people have written their own Mystic Fiction to share. Together they build a beautiful tapestry of imagining. A bigger picture of a more beautiful world our hearts know is possible.

Antonio began teaching energetic medicine, combining plant wisdom and the old maps. He called it Vital Earth Healing.

Jen taught not religion now, but inner translation. Helping people read their own symbols. She called her work The Oracle Within. The three of them, in their small shared space, had become co-creators of the New Earth.⸻

And across the world, whispers came again. A second wave was coming. A greater shift. Some called it the Great Flash. Others, The Becoming.

But the mystics reminded them: You don’t have to wait for light. Go in. Every day. The gateway is within.

And so, they did. And we do. And the Earth, once fractured, now sings again — not in domination, but in co-creation.

The Psychic Energy Age has begun

Mystical fiction is a genre of storytelling.

Like science fiction springs from scientific ideas these stories are sourced from Mystics.

I invite others to create their own mystically, sourced story of a future that leads to something we all can imagine with our hearts and souls.

This story, below, follows three characters through a transformational event on the planet. It is an imagining of an evolutionary shift in humanity. A Galactic event downloads expanded perceptions and connections to the previously invisible realms. An energetic, hi-frequency field where wisdom, intelligence and co-creative solutions are manifested.

There are three main portals to the inner realms:

1. The Oracle Portal — For those who receive directly: through visions, dreams, intuition, clairaudience, or other channels of perception.

2. The Nature Portal — For those who communicate with the living Earth and the spirits of nature — Pan, devas, and elemental beings.

3. The Creative Portal — For those who enter the imaginal realm, where inspiration flows freely between spirit and form.

The intention is to envision Future humans living in peace and love. Experiancing the wonders of creation joining in creation for life and beauty on Earth.  Where we can magnify creative powers through the principle of emergence.

Cathedral Sky Series

Mystic Fiction is a form of storytelling sourced from inner experience. Like science fiction explores what is possible through technology, Mystic Fiction explores what is possible through perception.

These stories are inspired by the accounts of mystics, poets, near-death experiencers, and edge-walkers —those who have encountered realities beyond ordinary perception and returned with fragments of language, image, and knowing.

But this is not about adopting someone else’s vision. It is about discovering your own.

These stories live at the threshold between imagination and knowing —where something sensed inwardly begins to take form

It began with a flicker.  Across the Earth, systems went silent. Not collapse — but stillness.  And in that quiet, something subtle appeared.  A hidden layer of perception.  A luminous anatomy beneath what we had been taught to see.

For a time, humanity could sense what had always been there:emotion as color, thought as frequency, connection as a living current.

The world was not ending. It was becoming visible.

And when the power returned, the vision did not disappear.It softened — but it remained. The question changed.

Not what happened? But how do we live with this? People began to gather —to listen, to sense, to imagine forward.

Because a more beautiful world is not forced into being.It is sensed. Imagined. Practiced into form.

And something within you already knows how.

THE THRESHOLD

Fiction lets the imagination run wild.

This invites it to become real. This is a path from story through imagination into experience.There comes a moment when the story turns toward you. When it asks something. When it begins to move inside your own perception. That is the threshold.

From here, you are no longer just the reader. You are the participant .Follow what appears. Trust what draws you. Begin.

UNDERLYING STRUCTURE🌿 Core Premise

Mystic Fiction explores a turning point in human evolution —a moment when perception expands beyond its current limits. These stories are often set in the near or distant future, but they are not predictions. They are explorations of what becomes possible when human awareness shifts.

The Event (Catalyst)At the heart of Mystic Fiction is a shift. An event — or series of events — that changes how reality is perceived. This may appear as:• a galactic or cosmic occurrence • an energetic shift • a quiet, global change in perception • or something subtle that unfolds over time  What matters is not the cause —but the transformation it initiates.

The Transformation.     Human beings begin to experience reality differently. Perception expands. New capacities emerge: • sensing energy directly. • perceiving connection beyond the physical. • communicating across dimensions of awareness. • accessing inner guidance with clarity  What was once invisible becomes felt. What was once imagined becomes experiential.

🌌 The Inner Connection. As perception expands, so does connection. People begin to relate directly with: • their inner intelligence. • what some may call the higher self. • a field of awareness beyond the individual. Names may vary.  The experience is what matters. A sense of guidance. A dialogue with something greater. A feeling of being connected to a larger intelligence.

🌍 The Reimagined World   From this expanded perception, a different world begins to take shape. Not imposed from above —but emerging from within. People begin to imagine, design, and create:  • new forms of community. • new ways of living together. • environments aligned with awareness. • systems based on resonance rather than control A more beautiful world is not forced into existence. It is sensed.  Imagined.   Practiced into form.

🔥 The Role of Imagination.   Imagination is no longer seen as fantasy. It becomes: A bridge  A sensing tool  A way of perceiving what does not yet have form. Through imagination, people begin to access and shape emerging realities.

🌿 The Invitation -write your own fiction. Mystic Fiction is not only meant to be read. It is meant to be entered. Each story is an invitation: To senseTo imagine. To explore what might already be possible. And to begin your own version.

WRITE YOUR OWN Mystic Fiction

You may begin anywhere. With a single image. A sentence. A question that doesn’t leave you. What do you sense, now, that was not there before? What is changing in the way you perceive? What feels possible — even if you don’t yet understand it? Let it take form in words. Not as something you invent, but as something you are discovering.

⸻You don’t need to explain it. You don’t need to finish it. You don’t need to know where it leads.

⸻Write what you see. Write what you feel. Write what is just beyond language.

⸻This is how the story continues.

Through you.

The Story~ A longer Version