Year thirty and I have learned a new trick.
By focusing on one point I can maintain my consciousness and not fall back asleep for some time.
I do not know how long I slept for but my goal was to get rid of sleep.
After thirty-seven years I could stay awake for fourteen hours.
In the sixty-first year, I could stay awake for thirty hours.
I was extremely proud of myself but when you have nothing to do but stay awake you must take your wins where you can get them.
At year eighty-five the point in my consciousness that I was focused on started to shimmer every so often with a white light.
I could tell that this shimmering white dot that I created was at the very core of me.
I felt a connection with it that was almost like a limb albeit a very defective limb.
In the ninety-fifth year, I could maintain that shimmer for over thirty minutes, but this would tire me out completely and I would sleep for an unknown amount of time.
This brings us to the hundredth year where I am still experimenting with this shimmer.
I contract and expand it continuously until I am tired but every time I wake up I seem to be able to make it last longer.
'Am I getting stronger?'
I spent the next ten years exercising this ball until one day…
I sensed a blade of grass… I didn't see it; I didn't hear it or feel it.
I sensed it.
It was the most peculiar sensation.
I sensed it through my shimmer like a hand that covered the blade of grass completely.
I focused on that blade but the connection with the shimmer disappeared leaving me in the darkness again.
I was not discouraged I was ecstatic beyond belief because something happened!
I spent the next ten years observing that one blade of grass.
My connection with the energy was strong I could almost control it like it was an arm at this point.
It took another hundred years to figure out what I was.
Once my energy grew to where I could encompass myself, I found out I was a rock.
I thought I was a tree or plant, but this is something else.
My frustration creeps back up but I immediately quell it by telling myself repeatedly what I have always told myself 'I will find a way'!
But are rocks even alive?
I more than anything didn't want to get caught in that endless cycle of death and birth again especially now that I assumed a rock-like form.
Could I even die?
Over the course of the next decade, I continue to hone this power.
I have built to get to know my surroundings and it seems I am in a forest with trees and many animals that remind me of earth.
A change happened a hundred years later… I became hungry in a sense.
It was more than that it was an instinctual urge to consume.
It sounded crazy what would a rock eat?
I soon found my answer to that because once my shimmer ball reached a certain circumference I was able to compress it again and it formed a pressure that I could place anywhere.
It was like a small little spoon that I could use to pick up certain things like dirt and rocks but when I was using my shimmer this way, I would not be able to perceive things around me.
It did not matter because I was drawn to those rocks and certain minerals in the dirt.
I would use the shimmer scanner as I called it to locate the rocks and the shimmer ball to pick up rocks and lay them on top of myself.
They would slowly be absorbed and turned into my sustenance expelling minerals that were not useful usually turning into a thick layer of moss and dust over me.
Another fifteen years passed, and I was able to pick myself up from where I was with my ball of shimmer getting a rough estimate of how big I was.
Two feet wide and three feet high with edges and dips resembling a rabbit head.
I was a now big rock.
Using my shimmer, I was able to absorb all the rocks and minerals in the area.
Eventually, I didn't have anything so what could I do?
I noticed a direct correlation between the amount of shimmer I had to the amount of minerals I processed.
But soon I was unable to sense the minerals that were beneficial to me.
I decided it was time to leave.