Have you ever driven a car when very exhausted? When you were so tired that all you wanted to do was lie down in a fluffy bed and pull soft feather filled blankets over your body and let your head fall back on a feather filled pillow that wraps around the eyes as you sink back?
This was the very state I, the Transcriber, was in while I was recently driving my car. My eyes grew rigid as they stared upon the lines floating by on the highway, white lines beneath white snow. My focus kept shifting from the snow to the road. Close-up vertigo experience mixing with wide lens awareness.
My body sense started shifting and before I knew it I had trouble feeling my brain. My hands and feet took over, automatically keeping the car in line with the road. My exterior was calm but my interior became restless at its core as I watched myself detach. I was tripping like something acidic had started melting my brain, soft ringing tones with no sound. I felt the world start to shift until all I saw were its silvery strands, knotted web woven by the daddy long-legs that live in my basement.
The basement. The portal. I felt myself come close to the reality I always assumed was within the portal, that part of it that was neither here nor the place where the Dr. Prof. Kazimierz Maupa is. He and I are worlds apart, yet he is always there, just off the periphery.
I wonder why we have never spoken of the between, that liminal space that is where the information goes when it leaves him and briefly lingers before it arrives here.
For the first time since my life changed I asked myself the question if I could send any information back.
Is he in the state I was in while driving the car when he sends me information?
With a snap I was back. The road continued as ever and I manage to get the right exit. Home was just ten minutes ago. A familiar place became strange and now was familiar once more.
This was the very state I, the Transcriber, was in while I was recently driving my car. My eyes grew rigid as they stared upon the lines floating by on the highway, white lines beneath white snow. My focus kept shifting from the snow to the road. Close-up vertigo experience mixing with wide lens awareness.
My body sense started shifting and before I knew it I had trouble feeling my brain. My hands and feet took over, automatically keeping the car in line with the road. My exterior was calm but my interior became restless at its core as I watched myself detach. I was tripping like something acidic had started melting my brain, soft ringing tones with no sound. I felt the world start to shift until all I saw were its silvery strands, knotted web woven by the daddy long-legs that live in my basement.
The basement. The portal. I felt myself come close to the reality I always assumed was within the portal, that part of it that was neither here nor the place where the Dr. Prof. Kazimierz Maupa is. He and I are worlds apart, yet he is always there, just off the periphery.
I wonder why we have never spoken of the between, that liminal space that is where the information goes when it leaves him and briefly lingers before it arrives here.
For the first time since my life changed I asked myself the question if I could send any information back.
Is he in the state I was in while driving the car when he sends me information?
With a snap I was back. The road continued as ever and I manage to get the right exit. Home was just ten minutes ago. A familiar place became strange and now was familiar once more.
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