- Vivek, how is Bart's neural activity carried out? asked the fat man who wore glasses and had a thin beard around his mouth, giving the impression of dirt created by oily hands rubbed by bright skin.

He barely finishes his question, when a red alert covered the touch screen in front of his colleague, sitting on the right.

- What happens? he asked again and looked quickly in the direction of Vivk, the thin wire frame of the glasses leaping on his crooked nose.

"The vibrations of the crystal increased above normal, and the resonance inside Bart's skull is not optimal," the young with a narrow head and large ears replied.

The tone of the voice was uncertain, as shifting a suggestion about what he should have done or wait for Hugo's advice, who was not his superior, but who had spent two decades at the UCLA neuroscience department, while he, Vivek, had just joined the team as a trainee. Their boss, Bart Vinkrell, an eccentric scientist, who was not afraid to test new technologies on himself, was the one they monitored.

-I suppose everything is registered, isn't it? Hugo continued to ask the question of his colleague, who was on the verge of panic.

- Yes, Hugo! His avatar is active and I can see how the fluctuation of feelings also influences the heartbeat. It's in the heart of what's going on there.

Hugo nervously massaged his beard with his short fingers and pushed his glasses on the nose. Then he touched the screen in front of him.

The voltage in the monitoring room without windows had risen palpably. As he was sitting on his back, on a leather chair, Bart's features seemed relaxed, contradicting the readings on the translucent displays, which came from the crystal placed on the forehead, giving him an air of royalty.

"I initiate the emergency procedure," Hugo said.

It was rather a statement, and preferred it, than to ask for Vivek's approval, whose eyes were glued to Bart's neural activity. The young man suddenly looked up, the eyebrows arched in panic.

- No, you can't! Not from the phase they are in now. It's too dangerous! The return procedure must take place gradually and follow the steps for such interventions. By breaking it so suddenly from the reverie, he could leave some of his mind and soul behind. He will no longer be a whole, Vivk said using this justification to get a break from his colleague.

Hugo looked for a moment, hesitantly.

- You and your theories about losing your soul inside a virtual world! The mind can, but the soul ... nah! I don't think so! Hugo replied, touching several brilliant controls on the screen.

-At least check if the water I put on the crystal has been absorbed or is still there. We can delete what has remained and so diminished the absorption process, the younger man suggested, hoping he would be listened to.

He rubbed his left ear in a nervous gesture, trying to reassure his heartbeat. A subtle smell of sweating touched his nostrils and recognized the measures taken by his body to the increased level of stress.

Hugo passed the index finger, bont and thick, on the glass surface, widening the angle of the camera on the flat surface of the crystal fixed on Bart's forehead.

- There is no drop of water left on it. Everything was absorbed. I give the boss for another ten minutes before I activate the return procedure, he said in a sharp tone, meant to discourage any attempt from Vivek to convince him of the opposite.

The younger man nodded and bites his lower lip as if he wanted to prevent himself from saying something that would regret later. If something happens with Bart, I am graduated, he said, relieved that the recording of that conversation will graduate from any responsibility.

***

The village was quiet that morning; Only the wind brush the roofs of the huts and bamboo leaves left on the ground by elephants. He spun through each tight space, changing his shout tone to scream, then stopped again to draw his breath.

The humidity in the air was thick and full of the perfumes of thousands of flowers and trees, happy to live another day.

The children were not yet awake, nor their teachers, elephants. Only he was aware, the old scientist in Laeta, with the eye of the wide open wisdom, sitting in front of the library, observing his breath, as he had been learned.

Bart felt the vibrations of every form of life surrounding him, sending the wave after the wave of energy to him, as if he had tried to strengthen the weakened body, long passed by the limit of the survival of any other human being in the village.

The elephants, after a lot of deliberation, had decided that the place in front of the library could be offered to Bart to spend the rest of the days given by the one who created everything. His food and water were brought twice a day. He didn't remember when he had last walked. The legs, lacking energy, had been stuck in the ground, turning into roots that tied him to the village, the jungle and every particle reverberating the blessings of the one who created everything.

He consumes his days in prayer and meditation, declaring his love for the supreme being he had encountered so late in life.

Rakash, after taking his right place in the council, had not visited him more than once a week. An abnormal cold had been inserted into a relationship that had once been strong.

The wind suddenly hit his left cheek. The blow, vigorous, diminished its power in the thick, tangled beard, which covered its face almost entirely. It was a punishment for the forbidden thoughts about the period when Rakash, lost among foreigners, had been forced to reveal secrets about the jungle community so well guarded until then.

Bart, or what remained of his identity, had lived enough flickering of happiness to understand the vast beauty of the world within it, which was the purpose of the whole life of the village community.

He had to transit peacefully, prepared and, for the first time in his existence, convinced that he was immortal and that the cyclical rules of this earth were also applied to him. In fact, rules that were applied to every human being in Laeta, East and West, but they didn't know yet. They were too busy, scattering their energy in crazy and ephemeral gratifications.

While the wind was playing in the beard and his ragged clothing, a question arises in his mind: will they bury me between the trees of life or right here, in front of the library? The earth will absorb my physique, little by little, until the eye of the mind, being open, will migrate to the top of the head to look at the sky for the last time ...

That memory would stay with him, while sinking into the ground, and divided it with the grass, the worms and the insects that will be crushed from his decomposed meat.

But he did not care that he would be physically perished, since the other journey, that of the soul, was what had fascinated him for years. He felt swallowed by the moisture of the earth, the roughness of the buried stones and the twigs stinging his skin, destroying it in thousands of particles, while his body was drawn deeper. He was still aware of his physical form, he seemed strange to have that sensation, and he realized that his soul was not raised to astral, but in an opposite direction.

Bart woke up trembling and covered with sweat. Drops of sweating were slipping on his forehead, falling into his eyes. The pain in the right foot, the shortest, revolts desperately, and from habit, stuck his fingers into the soft meat, looking for a relief.

Again he had a dream as real as possible, revealing a lost thought about what it would have been like to live in the village inhabited by children and elephants. He had imagined Rakash, a special soul and his only friend in the community, asking the elephants permission to join them as a family member, so that Bart could observe their habits and, after many tests, be initiated in the esoteric state of happiness.

The dream had shown him what would have happened if that way had followed. A much noble purpose than to remain involved in the activities of the UCLA neuroscience department. Testing the new ways to break the barriers of the mind through languages, which had not been discussed openly in the scientific or financed environments, incited it. Intuition told him that the mixture of water and crystals could be that new language.

Bart got up slowly and headed for the bathroom. A cold shower will refresh it and prepare it for a new day in the laboratory, where a team of engineers and psychologists studied the records of its incursions in the virtual world, created by drops of water collected from sacred places on Earth and filtered through purified crystals, connected to its own brain.

Dressed in a pair of jeans and a peppered shirt, he shook to the kitchen, from where he took a bowl for breakfast. It would be composed of oatmeal and coconut milk. He eats in silence, without the jam of the online news, a source that in time no longer had confidence. The thoughts plunged into the depths of the last session of the laboratory in which the water molecule had been collected from the Andes Mountains and sheltered in a basalt container, which would prevent any exposure to the external influences. The water had been perfectly filtered through the pores of the crystal right in the synapses of its brain, amplifying its senses as a hallucinogenic drug.

The experience had revealed to him the story of the village - who had later passed in the latest dreams - with the elephants who had become teachers, and the children - students who needed guidance on their path to enlightenment.

"The crystal began to vibrate a few seconds after we put water on its surface," Vivek had said - the latest member of the team - after leaving trance and showed him the diagram of the brain activity for his own examination.

Together they had decided that the optimal location for effective brain stimulation through the pure agate crystal was the forehead, the place of the third eye. The nano-tubes of the thickness of the hair connected the crystal with the frontal lobes, and the nanobes improved the transfer of stimuli to the pineal gland, which had the property to open the mind to alternative universes.

-How is it possible for the water from that altitude to contain information from a completely different physical location and, if you ask me, from a point that contains much of the past of humanity? Bart had shared his mind with the team.

No one dared to say anything; He hated those moments when they had no new ideas that could push the research before.

He put the empty bowl in the sink, threw the leather bag on his shoulder and headed for the laboratory in a taxi without a driver he had called before. The twenty -minute journey was quiet, and Bart deepened in thoughts without observing the streets, people or feelings carved on their faces. The memory of the water exposed in his experiments incites him. The information that had initially attracted his attention from the research, much simpler, carried out before by the Japanese scientist Masaru Emoto had offered a strong reference base. However, he wanted to deepen the research, asking the water about his origin and how he could memorize the ancient data for which there were no other records.

- How can I ask the water how all these memories gathered?

- I know that the water is alive and has memory, he continues the dialogue with himself. This is what I say to the team. All sacred texts mention the similar properties of water. But how can I know what is the best approach?

Bart internalize the last question at a deeper level, feeling the information flowing on the brain synapses, descending through the maze of many thoughts and ideas, old and new, abandoned or in a state of waiting, ready to be brought to the surface at the right time.

The thought-energy "How to know what the correct approach is?" He flew into the ether, connected to the Divine Matrix, and asked the invisible intelligence an answer. Waiting for the answer was short and deleted from his mind all the previous doubts about the existence of a higher power: create a vocabulary for water and its old memory can be accessed by the whole of humanity!

The water needed its own language to express its feelings: pain, sadness, joy, or to overcome its memories accumulated over the millennia, which Bart had experienced through the incursions of crystal filtered water.

The man thanks mentally for the response received and feels an unwavering decision to build an evolutionary bridge between humanity and the primordial element, water.