xx Lucid ♾ Reality | Dark Side

A lone clearing within the deep woods.

I appeared on the left side of the cutout in the forest. A small creek ran through the small plot of land. To the right stood a house under a tree, like an oak. Its branches, hundreds of feet wide, spread across the night. The branches covered the entirety of the sky above the cabin.

The stars are radiant against the blackness of space. They glimmer through the outline of the outstretched branches. Yet in this place, there is no marvel of beauty in them. Behind me, the ground is steeply sloped and appears as if there is no edge. The black hole peered. Something watching from within the dark.

A weak solitary light shone from within the window of the old cabin. Only the roof from within could be seen. The glare of the bright and lifeless stars hid what lay deeper within the room.

Opposite the looming empty mass. The small creek disappeared towards the edge of the dark forest. A small distance in front of the house, paddocks cut out square divides marked by posts. A few yards closer a gate with no top hinge, its corner edge buried in the ground.

The empty presence of something. . . yet nothing that lived was in this place.

Only the darkness and the single light deep within the upper room of the old cabin. A looming presence within the dark. Then as if the film of a dream slipped off of me, I was fully within the presence of this realm and what lay beyond that single light from within the cabin.

Something stirred within the cabin. A flit of the candle burning.

"You have come before the time of the seers. . ." A howling whisper echoed from the forest around me.

"Shall I take one. . ."

"BEFORE TIME OF SCR-O-O-O-L-LS?!"

I began to writhe along the ground, all the muscles within pulling against the tendons and fibers attempting to pull me apart. Then silence. I lay there on the wet grass of night my breath forming crystals in the air. Relieved the pain was over.

The piercing whisper started again and all around me the flashes started. Once more as I felt myself slipping back between the relief of the dream.

I was in and above my body yet only seeing from the self that was as a vapor. Blinding radiating light poured into every corner and crevice of the room. None of the five senses were present, and still, all of them were present at once, unseparated.

I could hear voices from the other room. Though. I knew the sound as if noises occurred before its presence made way. . .into thought.

The spance of time was eternal while remaining infinitely, naggingly present. I felt only the want of remaining. There. As nothing, yet having understanding I was of mass. I was some - thing - fully. Outside of myself.

Still, I cannot determine if I had the ability to control my direction. Like your eyes gazing at something you shouldn't look towards, they look without your consent.

Gazing back, this was not permitted.

I attempted to move, push, and sling my vapor being in an attempt to gaze back at myself once the notion took hold of me, "I was no longer within myself." Mixed with the knowledge, I would also have no choice but to return.

The choice? Had I one? Then, giving myself over. To what or whom or in what. Is lost in never understanding firstly.

Giving in, both mind and whatever this form should be called.

An explosion. Bliss beyond. A glorious outpouring felt from within my chest, a chest - that did not exist. As the light filled the room, so to this bliss filled my being. While also becoming one with the light.

Visually all remained blindingly bright and unchanged. Though through another higher sense. I could understand the merging of myself and this thought became the untapped flow.

If you could bottle the magnitude of atoms splitting, turn it into a feeling, it might come close to this experience. I am forever trapped between the spance of lucid reality. . .