Everything You Can Imagine Is Real

I am worried about Nathan. He insists that he can see dinosaurs. That they speak to him. That they are in the wild garden. I have pieced together that this garden he speaks of is some place where the dinosaurs exist in his mind. He has an active imagination and has been getting carried away. There is that cartoon he is fond of called Betula Radish Wuz Here.

In that show there are several colorful talking dinosaurs who solve mysteries. Detective Radish solves crimes. The crimes are always silly like someone loses their baseball hat or house key. They go around solving the mystery or the crime. It is not always a crime. Losing a house key is not a crime. Then, they go about getting a new key made and voila! They have a new working key and all is well.

But Nathan has really grabbed ahold of this show and has started to make his own lanaguge and has even begun to translate it into English so that he can tell me about it. I do not fully understand all that he has been telling me. But it is almost unbelievable. Almost. There is something about what he has said about this imaginary world and the garden that makes me wonder if it is real. I do believe in him and in it. I do think it could be real. A real place. My son is simply gifted with a powerful sight and a vision that has come to him unlike anyone else. He is some sort of dinosaur seeing prophet. I know that sounds crazy. But just think about it.

Things have been changing a lot lately. Take the evolution of the backyard for instance. I have been filming it daily with the time lapse camera function. The kudzu has taken over the trees in the backyard and is almost taking over the wooden swing set. It is close to the kudzu so i can see why it would. And the grass has been growing so tall. The weeds have become like wildflowers. I do not want to pull them. And then there is the erosion on the side of the house. The rains have washed away the hillside completely. I have put bags of sand there to shore it up. But what I need to do is get some dirt to fill in the eroded space there on the hillside.

The whole backyard shifts and moves like a wave growing from the ground upwards and dripping down green leaves from the sky. The films I have made have been astonishing. Nathan has not seen them yet. He knows about them, but he has not seen them yet. I do not want to scare him. He is still so little. It would scare him if he were to see the changes taking place. The whole yard is alive and well. It is thriving. Mother Earth is blossoming with growth and natural abundance. It is spectacular. I intend on sending the films to the National Nature Contest. But not yet. Right now, I am focusing on Nathan. I want him to be okay.

He sits for hours by the bay window at the back of the house, and he will watch the backyard. I know he is seeing something out back there. Sometimes he will open the other window and whisper and call to them. I have not heard what he has said. Not yet anyway.

When I asked him, what are you doing? He told me he was talking to the purple dinosaurs. There are all diverse kinds of dinosaurs out there. He told me he sees a yellow one regularly and a red and pink spotted one. The dinosaurs have colorful stripes and spikes and strange features. He has a sketchbook. He records them into it. He has given them names and numbers, and he uses his color pencils and markers to illustrate the dinosaurs he sees. His drawings are remarkable. I will show you sometime.

Does he know about the Shift? It sounds like he does. If that is the case, then it makes perfect sense why he would be acting this way. I would like to see the drawings sometime. As long as he wouldn’t mind me looking at them.

I never put the news on. He has a special sightseeing ability. He knows what is happening. I don’t think he would mind if you were to see them. He likes you. He trusts you.

It has been advised that the children be kept out of the loop on this matter. The more that things shift and change, the scarier it can be for some people especially young children. What about you? Is the Shift scary to you?

I shook my head and sighed. I was scribbling tiny doodles all over a white junk mail envelope while talking on the phone to curb my anxiety.

It is marvelous and magnificent. It is about damn time. Things have been stuck in limbo and static stasis for so long. Now it is all happening. Now is the fantastic opportunity for everyone to take part in the evolution of our species. We all must level up. And the world around us is making that possible one changing leaf at a time.

Some people think this all means that aliens have landed on planet earth and that now they are here with us. I’m glad you aren’t afraid. You are bold and brave. I like that about you. But what do you think about the aliens have landed here theory?

Maybe The Shift is preparing us for something new. I have been seeing things too. Crazy things. And I am definitely not the only one. Nathan is seeing invisible dinosaurs. He swears they are truly there. But the things I have been seeing…are a bit darker. A bit scarier than an orange talking lizard with light pink wings. Or a gold and white dragon with a head like a fox. I have looked at his illustrations. I have studied them. Poured over them when he is asleep. Or peeked over his shoulder while he’s drawing them. They are as varied as the different varieties of plants.

What did you see?

I saw a house plant grow a new flower bud right before my eyes. In the past, it would take days or weeks for a plant to grow a flower bud. And it would be slow growing. But not now. Now the plants are growing quickly. And the flower bud was unlike any flower Ive ever seen. I suppose it could be an alien life form. I saw something else that was strange. Two deer moved in unison but in opposition to each other. It was like they were a mirror image and their heads swerved and they stepped back.

That’s nothing. Deer do that all the time.

And I saw a squirrel with a human face.

Oh. That is something. Are you sure?

I am sure. It was hopping on top of the fence, and it turned to look at me. It looked like one of those capuchin monkeys only it was a squirrel.

Did Nathan see it?

No. He was at his Happy Camper after school arts and crafts program.

I have heard of people seeing things. Strange things. Bizarre things are happening now. The authorities advise everyone to stay inside as much as possible.

Do you believe it is aliens?

No. It is a real shift in the ecosystem and our planet is addressing the ecological concerns of mankind’s detrimental actions over the course of the past few decades. It is like a great sloughing off, or purge is taking place. An exponential evolution that we can see with our own eyes.

Have you seen some of the new insect species? There was a cricket in the basement that looked like a spider. I still wonder if it was a spider that looked like a cricket or visa versa.

I have. It is nothing to worry about.

Should I worry about Nathan?

Maybe. He needs your support at this interesting time. Have you considered taking him to a specialist? Someone he can talk to.

I ignored the question because I remembered something else. Did you hear about the lady with the dolls? I asked.

Oh. Yes. Didn’t her doll collection come to life? How bizarre. But it may be the Great Shift propaganda. I was not there so I do not really know.

You’re right. And as far as aliens go…my client might be the biggest alien I have ever met or seen eat fast food.

That’s right. Your client…

Loren. She says she is an alien. Her family does not say they are aliens, but they must be aliens as well as she is. If she is one. They are weird. And the big white dog they have, Chavon, has some strange pinkness bubbling out of his left eye. They said it is just a cyst. But I have never seen a cyst like that before. My client is peculiar. The way she eats. The way she moves. Everything about her is functional alien.

She is autistic.

That too. But no. It is not the autism that makes her an alien. It is everything else.

That’s fair. As long as you keep your theories to yourself. I am not sure she would like to be categorized as an alien. So, what do you intend to do about everything?

She says she is an alien. I believe her. But I am worried about Nathan. I want him to be okay. If he sees things that others cannot see, then fine. He has a gift. I do not intend to exploit that gift. I intend to nurture it. To protect it. To hide it from the authorities if necessary. He is my son not some circus side show freak. His gift just makes him special and rare.

The things on the news cannot be trusted anymore. The deep fakes and the AI takeover…nothing is as it seems.

I do not watch the news anymore.

Don’t you get push notifications sent to your mobile phone device?

I do.

Well, remember what I have said. Do not trust any of it. Delete it and forget about it. There is some truth mixed in with the facts. But no one can decipher which is which. Do not let yourself be fooled.

I will not. Thank you for your concern. I will not watch the news or pay attention to the notifications.

Atta girl.

But what about the squirrel with the human face?

What about it?

If I am seeing that then there must be more of it somewhere. There must be other people who are seeing these things too, right? If what I saw were on the news no one would believe it unless they saw it with their own two eyes. It could be widespread natural Shift phenomena.

That is true.

How do we know what is real anymore?

It is all real now. The system was sleeping and has since woken up. The gears were moving slowly and are increasing in speed now. The machine has begun to move. What once existed only in fantasy books and in the computer graphics of movies is now real. Is now a part of our everyday lives. It is as if we will all start to have a mass hallucination. I’m working on a new paper about it. I’ll let you read it when it’s finished.

Are you coming over tonight?

I can’t. I have work to do. The project I have been working on. The paper. The deadline is coming up. And I am still working on the bathroom. It is quite a renovation project. Can we get together on Friday instead?

Sure. I’ll pencil you into my agenda for Friday. When?

How about Friday morning. Nathan will be in school, right?

Yes. Unless they send the kids home.

I do not think they will send the kids home. From what I understand they want it all business as usual. Do not want to cause a panic. Stir up massive unrest. Remember. It is business as usual.

I saw a squirrel with a human face! My son is communing with invisible dinosaurs. It’s not business as usual though.

Try. For him. And just whatever you do, don’t watch the news.

I will not. I will see you on Friday morning. Is ten good?

Ten it is. See you then.

I hung up the phone with Inder Tashelle, the man I had been seeing. Inder means godlike. It is another name for the god Shiva. He is a peaceful and kind person who seems incredibly humble and wise. He is white. His parents were peace sign anarchist hippies. He was born while they were traveling on the road and following the band Sunflower around the country. He works for himself as a consultant and writer for Machine Age, a scientific journal and magazine. He is literally the best boyfriend I could ever ask for at such a time as this.

The world is changing. They are calling it the Great Shift or just the Shift. I call it the great collate. I made an appointment with a psychiatrist after I got off the phone with Inder.

I can’t know how to advise you until after I have spoken with Nathan.

You must be pretty busy lately with everything going on, eh?

My calendar is completely booked. You are not wrong about that. Do not worry. I will meet with Nathan and discuss his new reality. I can tell you that many other children have been affected by the new situation we are all experiencing. But your son is the only one who has been talking with invisible dinosaurs. If that changes, I will let you know. We could start a support group for kids affected. There is really no way of knowing how this will play out. The magnitude of the changes. I will see you and Nathan at three o’clock on Wednesday. Sound good?

It does. Sound good. Thank you, Doctor Bridger. We will see you then.

On Wednesday at three o’clock I ushered Nathan into the waiting room of Doctor Bridger’s small private office in a building composed of several individual offices. There was an accountant and a reiki master masseuse, a math tutor and an art therapist. I considered that perhaps the art therapist would have been a better use of the money. A better fit. We could have evaluated the drawings in his sketchbook.

Doctor Bridger was a nerdy cliché wearing gold rim aviator glasses with thick lenses that magnified his eyeballs quite a bit. He wore a plaid button up long sleeve shirt with the sleeves rolled up at his forearms and khaki pants. His slick hair was combed over to one side, and he wore a gold hoop earring in one ear like a pirate. He smelled of lavender and a kind of musky aroma that I could not place. Whatever. He smelled good.

He shook Nathans hand like a gentleman and ushered my boy into the office where a blue denim couch was pushed against the far wall. Nathan sat down and sank into the middle of the cushions. I sat in a ladder-back chair next to the couch on the periphery of the room.

So. What brings you into see me today, young man?

Umm. I don’t know.

Your mother told me that you have been seeing something special in your back yard and drawing pictures of what you have seen. Can you tell me about it?

Nathan looked at me with a sheepish smile and then nodded at the doctor.

I see dinosaurs. In the backyard. They come out. They play in the garden.

So you have a garden in your backyard?

No. We don’t. The dinosaurs do.

Ah, I see. Can you tell me some more about the dinosaurs you see coming from the garden?

Not really.

No?

No.

Nathan looked at me with a tight smile, shook his head.

I don’t know.

Are the dinosaurs scary to you?

Not really. They talk to me.

Your mother told me there is a cartoon that you like to watch with a common theme of colorful dinosaurs in it.

The dinosaurs in Betula Radish Wuz Here solve mysteries and crimes.

Can you tell me more about that?

Not really. It’s not the same thing. The cartoon is on television. The dinosaurs are in real life.

What makes them different? Can you tell me more?

The dinosaurs talk to each other and sometimes they talk to me. The cartoon is just a cartoon. No one in the cartoon talks to me.

Ah. I see. Can you tell me and your mom more about what the dinosaurs say when they speak to each other and to you?

Nathan shot me a strained glance. He seemed put on the spot and slightly uncomfortable. I nodded for him to continue. He got up off the couch and went over to a basket that was full of different shapes and color balls. He picked up a squishy red ball and squeezed it.

I can’t tell you what they say to each other because it is in a different language. But when they talk to me, they tell me that I am the chosen one. I am the prophet of truth and of the new age of truth in the world. That the end is just beginning. They tell me not to be afraid. I am the only one who can see and hear them. They need my help. Once they get out of the garden they will arrive. They want me to pass this message along to everyone.

Be safe.

The creative world will win.