"I Live through closed eyes and Dream through visions".
He sat on wooden floor, cross legged in meditation seemingly comprehending the cosmic secrets [or so he would choose to believe].
He felt the flow of YOR [his supposed master] fiszzing through his body, flowing with purpose and glee.
Learn-ed sages and saints would be so god damn jealous of this.. this.. this....unappreciative idiot, who knew nothing about what was going on with him, his mind or his existence.
But, one thing he was sure of that he felt ever so more alive while doing this.
Everything else seemed to have lost it's meaning to him. World seemed more like flickering between the structures of it's fabrics.
The civilization, the history, the methods, the saints, gurus, science, entertainment, society, blood, elements, life; all seemed but a means to an end.
All the instances were seemingly converging with each day's practice.
This new found change, this new vision, this sense was very surreal and scary for him and why would it not be. He felt free and illusioned at the same time.
And frankly, he wasn't wrong to feel and doubt this new meditative prowess.
[Let me clear it for you, this fool will again randomly go on without explaining....yeah so, he was struggling with his psyche, his personality, depression, faceless people, existential questions, high processing speed and what not... pretty much all the high fi stuff, which makes one feel cool about it if, you somehow survive it. You name it and he had 'em. Now you can go ahead and judge for yourself.....you're welcome~~]
He didn't know what was he going to do with his life, in a way he was content with whatever he had and imagine that's what he struggled with. [This f*cker struggled with contentment. Comeon, how novel can one even be.]
Everybody craves balance of sorts, but what he craved was the long forgotten age of sagehood to come again.
That too just so, he wouldn't have to deal with all the civil and rules and earning money or whatever new modern times gave to his world.
He enjoyed benefits of it but didn't want the troubles it brought to his life.
He felt that he was different from every other social being he has seen and by now he knew it with certainity.
But this brings to question why am I telling you all of this?
Just trust me, you'll know soon enough as this new found prowess of his was going to change his life and maybe yours too.
How his mind comprehended cosmos and gave birth to, shaped and built a personality for ME..EM..EM.MEEEEEE...~~~~
HE GAVE BirTh to ME...he he`~
I am his Master, his system, his companion...
oopsiess...ごめん... Bye bye...
cough...
pardon my intrusion.. please continue.]
And so he was walking dreams and reality, while trying his best to make sense of this unprecedented situation he found himself in.
What he didn't know was, he was solving the edges of chaos and cultivating his soul with it.
"How are planets revolving around sun?
Yes, science answered that. But he gleamed into it that they are all bound by a certain value to enable the seemingly chaotic tune to sound. He believed his answers were near, he felt it, and so he started his research while recording and mixing what he lived and what he dreamed."
Thus, he began writing Instances, where the seperated realms of sipirituality, reality and metaososis started to combine via questions and psychotic answers. It all started from some very simple observations and questions, he saw in other social idio...ahem... cough.. beings.
[This is the sad part for my dear, just when he believed he had it all going forward. It all began to spiral out of his control till his death or should I say true birth.
Haa.... sigh...
I, who have existed since before PRIMAVERA gained various laws, concepts, dimensions, flowing cosmos, rivers and more; am grateful to this puny being for lovingly embracing my existence.]