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Post by Deleted on Sept 22, 2014 1:50:06 GMT
A life of wandering. Studying the existence of life and it's possibilities. Time and the expense of it. A reality set in motion by the very first step into reality... or our perspective of it. "How do I know I exist?" A question once asked before in a previous lifetime. A lift of the hands into the path of the eye's gives reassurance for the fact that you, and your body, consciously and physically are here within this realm. Closed eyes perceive a lucid dream that gives the effect of perceiving non-reality based experiences. "Why is this happening?" Seeking further into the expectation that "I am real..." instead of wondering whether or not it could be true.
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Shonengetsu placed his back against a wall, allowing himself to slide down against it, eventually bringing himself to a seating position. Hands on his knees, the back of his head against the wall... His eyes darted to the ceiling, then closed.
Further... Drifting... Then the grasp. A holy grip onto what transpired between my soul and my memory. "When I was here before... When I was here before?" And in his room the man crept along the ground. Roaming... deserving. Hoping the answers would, somehow, fall from the sky. Palms open out in front of him. A figment of snow flakes slowly falling into the center.
"Somethings wrong..." Shonengetsu spoke silently to himself.
Before now... before this time. There was another. A time simplified by a general scale of good and evil. Balance. With this balance would come a battle. With this battle would come different sides. With different sides, there will always come justification. "Why am I doing this?" A girl blown-off when offering to go to Prom. A lost friend that could have been found by just stating you wanted to go rollerblading. Choices. Decisions. Regret. Three of life's biggest tests.
A vortex no longer compatible with your everyday life routine. To get sucked up into societal transformation and to conform to who other's want us to be.
Shonengetsu opened his eyes to find himself laying in a bed. A sweater worn that he had never seen before, until now. He stood and made his way out of the room he was in. Through the door, outside and daylight. All cars in traffic were red Convertible Lincoln Continentals. All citizens wore the same sweater Shonengetsu wore. In fact, the wardrobe down to the socks was exact. "I need to wake up...!"
Shonengetsu opened his eyes to find himself sitting against the wall. A heavy gasp of air and the inhale of life dilated his pupils. Recovering from the dream, Shonengetsu felt his chest and his legs, no longer wearing the clothing in his dream. He stood and looked to the left where a mirror hung on the wall. His gaze caught in a form of distraction. Reeling him in, he stepped closer to the mirror, staring at his own reflection.
"Am I dead?"...
(To be continued)
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Post by Deleted on Sept 22, 2014 2:20:58 GMT
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A child returning home from school. He reaches the beginning of a cross-walk. The sign across clearly reads "Do Not Cross". Two paths available, both paths taken. He walks anyway. The child never decided to take the time to look both ways. Earplugs in both ears takes the sense of hearing away from the situation. In this predicament, the child is hit and killed... left to die on the side of the road. A funeral will take place three weeks from this point in time. Family and friends gathering at the wake. Sorrow, grief, disbelief. If only a lesson had been taught before sending out the child on his own in the World. If only common sense were more accessible to the child in the scenario. Guilt, depression, blame. A descriptive image in the back of minds of who exactly the child was. What kind of person he was. Who he could have been to the World if only he had looked both ways. If only he had read that sign. "Why him?"
Shonengetsu wakes up in the middle of the road, looking through the eyes of the child. It's hard to catch his breath. He reaches out into the open sky for a hand. Those around him gather and speak words of jibberish. The light in the sky turns dark. He's surrounded by the sound of nothing and by the sight of nothing. Death.
The child reaches the beginning of a cross-walk. The sign across clearly reads "Do Not Cross". He doesn't walk. Earplugs in both ears, but eyes locked onto the sign that directs him. The sign changes after 30 seconds of traffic passing by. The child looks both ways. The child crosses. 20 minutes later he makes it home safe. Family and friends are able to see him every day after. He attends school on a regular basis. He grows up to go to college. Achieves his Master's. Gets married. Has a family of his own... The child has lived a long life.
Shonengetsu wakes up in the middle of the night, looking through the eyes of the child who had grown up into a 33 year old man, now. He works as a social worker. He's loved and adored by family and friends. He is a provider. He is a father. He is a employee. He is a authority figure. He influences those around him, which help create the World we live in today.
(to be continued)
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Post by Deleted on Sept 22, 2014 2:51:07 GMT
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If we can see it, it's real. We can see our arms and legs through our eyes, but not our bodies. If we can feel it, it's real. If we can hear it, it's real. While in an alternate state, how can we distinguish what is real and what isn't? While dreaming, there comes a point where what you are dreaming is almost real. You can feel the interaction from the embodiment you possess in this dream with the separate characters that take place in this dream as well. The environment is active and you are portraying emotions as you would in conscious terms. Your mind is asleep but is still experiencing a situation, which at the time, to you, is real. So if you can feel everything, see everything, and hear everything, is it real?
Who is Tommy Delgado?
Shonengetsu wakes up to find himself in a bathtub. Apparently he had been sleeping while in the middle of a bath. Eyes migrate to a man sitting in a chair holding a gun. "It would have been fun to play this through, Tommy." The man says. He aims the gun at Shonengetsu and shoots him in the head.
A bullet travels approximately 1,700 MPH. Sound travels 768 MPH. This being said, the bullet would hit you before you even heard the gun fire. In those few seconds between the man pulling the trigger, and you being hit by the bullet, a few things happen. Your whole life pans out in front of your eyes. Not your physical eyes... Your mental eyes. You review all the decisions you made until this point. You go over what you could have done to avoid this situation. "Why am I here?" "Why is this happening?" "Do I even exist?"
What happens when time stops? Dimensions are measurable items, the variables of the universe. For example, space consists of three dimensions – length, width, and height – and time is referred to as the fourth dimension. A wooden cube on a table top has three dimensions in space, measuring, say, 2 inches (5 cm) by 2 inches by 2 inches. It also exists at that point in time.
Time is not just a linear flow, as in the river of time. It is, more accurately, the dimension that brings physical motion into existence. The wooden cube arrived upon the table top at some point in time, and it will leave the table top at another point in time. When it leaves it will be exhibiting motion through space.
Shonengetsu wakes up to find himself staring into the mirror. "Tommy..." He looks down. "Who is Tommy?" Shonengetsu shakes his head in a attempt to forget the name, as it had no relevance at this point in time. He takes a step back and turns around. Making his way to his bed, he would lay down and close his eyes, hands behind his head.
Shonengetsu wakes up to find himself gasping for air, submerged in the bath water he had previously been shot in. He sits up. A bullet hole in his head. He faints from disbelief.
Shonengetsu wakes up to find himself sitting in a recliner chair with Stephen King's 'Desperation' Novel closed on his lap. He takes a look around. His wife approaching him. "Darling would you like a glass of water?" She says. "No, Ailene." He replies. "Ailene? Who's Ailene?" His wife asks. Shonengetsu's mouth opens but no words slip through. He finally speaks "I don't know."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 22, 2014 4:59:45 GMT
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And so he sat. He sat staring into the abyss of his three eyes. An aura surrounding his kinetic form. Although, subsequently, he would be found floating in the astral planes, surfing a massive energy wave, waiting to be caught in a gravitational battle, which will, inevitably, engulf the subconscious into a World of existence, therefore, causing you and everything you experience to exist. History.
Smoke break... I always thought a bit of Mary Jane could keep inspiration flowing with the right use of general intake and processing. Rolls a joint and proceeds to spark. And that my friends is how an artist uncovers even the most secret of mysteries. Now back to that last part...
The Creator is a funny person. Whoever imagined all this into existence is one hilarious and twisted individual. Or... We are all the twisted individuals. Everything is made out of energy. Outside of our physical bodies, we would be energy forms. In a form as such we would be able to conjoin as one, being as there is no physical boundary, correct? Energy is always recycled. So if we are made of energy... and we die... where does our energy go? What is containing our energy in the first place? In the end, we are all one. Answers are not as important as they are presented, but a trick to the mind and eyes or even priority can be as deceiving as human meat in fast-food burgers. Contradictory statements would make such happenings impossible, and, there as inexplicable to the average person. The advanced knowledge of the Gods that have forsaken us here into this realm to endure a livelihood in which we experience existence. Then the memory is captured forever, dated and stamped, imprinted into history, and conclusively changing future events.
"You ar a ky prson."I'm missing a ky on my kyboard. It sucks bcaus this kyboard is brand nw. Unfortunatly for m, this is my only kyboard. It is important to raliz that all kys on a kyboard ar important, as to distinguish xactly what will b intrprtd and undrstood. Without the "E" key, this makes no sense. So in a sense. If you weren't here... Would everything else still be here?
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Post by Deleted on Sept 22, 2014 13:57:02 GMT
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The expanding Universe.
Shonengetsu wakes up to find himself in a recliner chair with Stephen King's 'Desperation' Novel closed on his lap. In the throne room of the Chronos manor. The light in the room given by lit candles along the walls. A gap in the roof of the room allowing moonlight to shine in as well. A blood arena laid in front of him. And so he stood.
Shonengetsu wakes up to find himself in the middle of a vast body of water, on a ship, with crew members hollering at each other in order to maintain the condition of the ship. The body he possesses is at the wheel. Rogue waves crash into the profile of the ship causing 'overboard' to be a close and repeating term.
Let's forget about time for a second. No pun intended. Now sit back and relax. Imagine yourself with no routine. With no routine, there is no time-frame in which things need to be done, no plan, no outcome goal or deadline. So, with no precise measurement of how long anything would take, time is no longer of the essence. In fact, it becomes completely irrelevant.
Before the Universe, time didn't exist, because nothing else existed. At least not to our knowledge, or our time-frame. The Universe, since then, has been expanding, non-stop, making time relevant, since we need to measure exactly how big, in how much time, and how much room there is for it to grow. Is there an edge to the Universe or is it never-ending? "Let me tell you..."
There is multiple theories on this. Being such, I'd be able to clarify a few things. Think of a piece of white paper. Now imagine a black circle in the center being created. The circle grows. Within the circle, there are still white spaces left. These white spaces are the creations that have come out of this steadfast growing black dot. The black dot is the Universe. The white space bordering the Universe is the 'edge'. I like to call it... 'The Creator'. This White Space is pure energy. Neither good nor bad. This way, it is free to create a scale of such into existence. Revolving around the Universe, this White Space continues to get smaller. Does this mean there is a end to the Universe eventually? Let's dive deeper.
Remember. Try to remember.
Processing...
Analyzing...
Initiation complete.
Welcome, Creation.
Forget all that you know up to this point.
A hand placed over the top of a crown chakra.
(To be continued)
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Post by Deleted on Sept 24, 2014 15:35:34 GMT
Shonengetsu wakes up to find himself floating in the ocean with a life jacket attached to his torso. His optics gazed around, absorbing the environment he was in and processing exactly how to get out of the situation. With no further conclusion, Shonengetsu begins moving his legs and arms in the water to maneuver himself in any direction that would hopefully lead to land.
Three days of floating in the everlasting sea of time, and it seems Shonengetsu is mentally and physically exhausted. Due to his artificial humanoid body parts, Shonengetsu hadn't realized exactly how tired he was and eventually his body went into it's recessive mode and began to shut down purely for survival purposes. This was not in Shonengetsu's plans, nor did he know of this function his body had since he never really had been in a situation where it would be activated.
Subconsciously, Shonengetsu was awake. It was almost as if he was in a temporary coma. To himself, he didn't know exactly what was happening, due to the fact, his last memory was floating in the ocean water. Now, his subconscious mind is leading him to believe that he is standing in the darkness. "You've got to be kidding me." He said. Around him there is only open space. He begins to walk forward.
Long ago, there was a time when we could project our souls into the Spirit realm and interact with those who have passed on, or those that linger within it. Our minds and bodies have been so conditioned to the point where this is nearly impossible. At the rate the light of our knowledge was decreasing, there was no time to recover the lost ability. As it became a common trait, it eventually became a programmed trait as well. All children that were born would hear no word of it. In fact, in the Generations to come, no one would even know about it besides a select few who have done their research and still believe it to be possible. There are those that practice spirituality in the sense that doing so will connect them once more to the Universe, and they will be in tune with everything. Though, as it turns out, we do not need to project ourselves as such in order to know that we are, indeed, in touch. The Spirit realm influences and interacts with us so subtlety on a daily basis and we never realize it because it happens as a every day occurrence or a 'coincidence'.
Without proof of these coincidences happening, we let it remain as a random event that happened, and would most likely never happen again. In turn, whatever influenced this event to happen on the other side will continue to try and prove a point or a lesson in the most subtle ways until our conscious eats at us and we learn from the mistakes or actions we are taking. Inevitably, we are all being tested daily without knowing it. Which is why decisions are so important. One wrong decision can influence a train of events with no hesitation. Along with it, with no knowledge of the other side contacting us in any way possible, we go on to believe it to be 'bad luck' or 'karma'. Which is okay, but it does not mean you should continue doing whatever it is you were doing and expect nothing to happen because of it. Cause and effect.
For every action there is a reaction. A drop of water lands in a lake, and because of it, a ripple effect is started. Due to the fact you stated school is no longer interesting, you subconsciously discourage yourself from attending and do not finish. Failure is only optional. Failure is also in the eye of the beholder, as is beauty and everything else opinionated in our World. For we do not know the facts, and we do not know the outcomes. All we know is that what we do is important. We label everything for understanding, because we live in a World where we do not understand anything. Humans are a species that, over time, grew to a point where we could not mentally and socially function properly without labels and order.
So begins the never-ending battle between the mind, the body and the soul.
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