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This is a story of hope; a spiritual quest for purpose and perspective pursued by shamen and philosophers, elders and children, technocrats and scientists alike. From a barrier island off the coast of Mississippi to a backwoods community of working folks struggling from day to day while holding stubbornly to dreams unrealized, from the Clear Creek Institute headquarters of the Culpepper Foundation tucked away in a quiet corner of a rural south Mississippi county, to the Sibun River Gorge within the Maya Mountains of Belize, Tomorrow's God Evolving opens a new world to readers.
Sam Coleman, Assistant Director of the Bureau of Pollution Control, has seen his life plow into a professional rut. His job is becoming more overwhelming, his efforts less effective and more political as the years roll by, confronting challenges and compromises with every move within the perpetual war he wages against senseless and increasing environmental crimes. He has devoted most of his working life battling against defiant corporate will and blind consumer self-interests, working through sluggish and convoluted bureaucracies, only to be checked by well-funded politicians and lawyers. Sam has finally had enough and is ready for a change. Traveling home after long days in the field working a styrene spill in the Lower Mississippi River, Sam pulls off at a phone booth along a desolate stretch of Louisiana back-road to place the call that will initiate that change.
From that moment his life takes an unexpected turn that launches him on a fateful course interwoven with that of a lone, travel-weary hitchhiker, a wanderer in perpetual motion without a conscious destination. The traveler is a man borne of conflicting cultures who struggles to find his place in a rapidly changing world, a dream walker who accepts fate as readily as the sustenance of food and water. He has seen a vision of the evolution of a special embryo, an Earth seed born from a womb of tissue and steel to be sown by the hands of children, a sphere of a billion genetic codes delivered through a portal of time and light, to live beyond the life of this withering world. Or, maybe, it is all just the dream walk of a dying man, slumped beside a phone booth along a desolate stretch of south Louisiana highway.