Charles Worm, or Charlie as his friends called him, was born into the caterpillar clan. Charlie loved being a caterpillar worm. He grew up hearing the stories of the caterpillar clan. He heard the stories which told the legend of caterpillar transformation. All the worms knew of their great destiny. To one day be born again as the beautiful butterfly. To be One, able to fly around the garden in glorious color and splendor, to be free. No worm ever worried about the afterlife. All worms knew they were butterfly.

Charlie was entertained by these butterfly folk tales, this knowledge of what was to come. Even so, Charles Worm dreamed of something different. He was not sure why he dreamed different than the other worms. They were content waiting in the garden as butterfly approached. Charlie thought nothing wrong with this vision, it was just his vision was different. Even so, Charlie enjoyed being in the garden just like everybody else. He loved the many friends and family members he had in the garden. He loved the many games there were to play. He loved the many stories there were to be told.

One lazy, hazy day, Charles Worm was talking to his best friend, Mr. A. Mushroom. A. Mushroom was not of the caterpillar/butterfly clan, he was from the fungus family. The fungus family and caterpillar clan got along famously in the garden. Many story had been told on the grand time they had in the garden. They were symbiotic, not parasitic. They knew the secret of belonging in the garden. The secret of all things being One and One thing being all.

A. Mushroom whose first name was Al, said to worm, “Worm my old friend, my family and I have encountered a difficulty.” Worm’s antennae perked up, as he could sense his friend was in distress. Mr. Mushroom continued to explain, “that which has sustained my family for so many ages in the garden has ceased to exist. Our sustenance is a must, without it we will not survive.” C. Worm took great pause to reflect, then offered words of compassion to the fungus. Worm comforted, “We Will Survive.”

Al explained the problem to Charlie in great detail. The problem of the sustenance disappearing from the garden. The problem of the habitat being lost and of one loss in the garden effecting all life in the garden. The problem, to sum it up, was the destruction of the garden. Truth be told, for a brief wink of the eye, Charlie was dumbfounded. This problem appeared astronomical. Almost too big to wrap his little worm head around. A quantum mind explosion, to say the least. A. Mushroom gave one last insight to C. Worm. “Dear Charlie,” Al cautioned, “do not let what has happened to our family, happen to yours. Do not let them destroy your world, for I fear it is too late for ours.”

Worm empathized with the unsettledness in his friend. Worm got to studying on the matter at hand, he did his research on matter by hand. He found his major elements; earth, wind, fire, water, animal, vegetable, mineral. He learned the alchemist’s creed. He distilled the mind, body, and spirit which exists in all life. He discovered an original energy and a system of mathematical energies which emit from it. He then knew what to do, he knew just what to do. He would go ask Aunt B. Tree.

Aunt B. was queen in the garden. She and her family had learned to grow tallest and share the most with others of the garden. She was an enlightened being that reached closest to the stars. She had the answer, “Charlie, you must enter the tree of life, within the center is a whole, a worm hole. This hole was designed for you to transport our family to other dimensions. To the top of the tree canopy, where A. Mushroom can fly with the wind and carry his family to regions where they will survive.”

Story be told, Charlie ferried the fungus family through the worm hole to the top of the tree canopy. This is where Charlie lay to rest, as A. Mushroom sprouted from his head and took wing in heaven of the stars. The family flew into the wind of a new world through Charlie’s sacrifice in the tree.

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