Stung by the negative press coverage of its Impending Arrival in Guiones, the Morphic Field reached out to Nosara Lately yesterday afternoon with a request for a sit-down, hoping to clear the air. “We feel misunderstood”, said the Morphic Field.
These words drifted up to us slowly through the liquid of our large black Magic 8-Ball, settling slowly against the octagonal window at the top. Clearly, the Morphic Field had something to say. We knew our Magic 8-Ball technology from the 70’s would not be able to capture the full nuances and emotions of a proper interview, so we proposed a face-to-face, shook the ball and waited for an answer. The answer drifted slowly into view. “Sure. How about Ya-Ya’s?”
When we got to Ya-Ya’s, we found the Morphic Field, fully descended into Earthly Form, sipping on an Americano. Ya-Ya’s was the right choice. He fit right in. We ordered a cappuccino and put our phone on the table, ready to record. “My voice won’t show up on that,” he said. “Morphic thing, y’know.” he laughed dryly, adding, “I couldn’t leave a message for Gywnneth Paltrow if I tried.”
We were impressed. Morphic Field had a sense of humor. “Surprised?” he said, “Yeah most people are. Not easy being a Morphic Field. Stereotypes, yknow. Day in, day out.”
We were not about to let this turn into a fluff piece. We had tough questions for the Morphic Field, and we were going to ask them. “Ancestors. Galactic Families. Lost Souls Returning. All descending on Guiones during Thanksgiving week. That puts a lot of pressure on the Thanksgiving rental market. Some people are even having to put their families over in Pelada. You understand that’s not a good look for you, right?”
The Morphic Field nodded. “It’s the Veil. It’s at its Thinnest then. Not something I can control. But all that plywood – really?? That was a bit much. Morphic Field events are not like, full Cat 5, y’know? All that freaking out just played into stereotypes.”
We pushed back, pointing out that in the last Morphic Field event two years ago, dozens of dogs, several children, and at least one Tuk-Tuk had been Elevated, with the Tuk-Tuk being found several days later in Santa Marta. The Morphic Field nodded and said, “My bad. It got a little out of control. We learned from that. This time, all the elevation is gonna happen at Casa Pacifico. The shala windows there open all the way, and there are no power lines nearby. And as far as the Galactic Friends and Forces of the Universe go, that’s not where the problems really happen …. it’s more the Ancestral Traumas and the Disconnections Passed Down Through Past Lives that can get a little out of control. But we had a sit-down with them, and I think everyone is on the same page now. I think it’s gonna be a lot more orderly this time around.” He paused. “Y’know, I catch all the flak, being the Morphic Field and all, but it’s kinda like Burning Man, y’know, no one is really in charge.”
We got it. It’s not easy being a Morphic Field. But we did not want to let the chance slip away to ask him about Become Nosara – and the apparent paranormal forces that have taken control there.
“Apples and oranges” said the Morphic Field. “We are all about Ancestors, Lives Past, Human Constellations, and The End of All Traumas.” He paused, shook his head, and said, “That paranormal shit going on up at Become Nosara? That’s just plain whacked. I hear you guys lost a whole battalion of the Texas National Guard in there. And people are running around Guiones putting up plywood against us?”
We had to agree. It was a bit surreal to be sitting there at Ya-Ya’s with the Morphic Field, and agreeing that Nosara has much bigger problems than him. He leaned over the table and asked, “Listen. I hear someone is selling baby goat meat on the down-low at the Tuesday Market. You know anything about that?”
