Just after his bizarre words, abruptly, Patrick heard a whisper of a stranger.
No one was in that room besides him and Wendel…
Only comparable to a higher level being, it was as if a sentient light had entered his mind, unexplainable to all mortals, but yet so known by the receiver, "Or… so you thought… Look to the stars, and understand this and this only… Reality is how you perceive It."
This glorious voice radiated a mystique that simply confused Patrick's human mind, and his "answers," were alienated to such a point, he could understand it without hearing a single word.
Shortly after, Patrick's surroundings froze in a trippy transformation. As if he were high off psychedelics, the world around him was moving and swishing with vibrant, foreign patterns.
"What the fuck is going on? In what world is this possible…?! I haven't felt anything like this before, dmt, salvia, even Datura… I feel— no, I am enlightened. So far from completion I am, if there is even a finish line to begin with."
He'd done almost every hallucinogen on the planet, but these patterns… They were so complex, Patrick was having trouble comprehending them. Him, a man who studied the brain for a living, and did it quite well… couldn't understand some geometric configurations.
And he was glad he couldn't.
"What does all this mean? And why do I want to know so badly? I know I'm asking a lot of questions, but why do I feel like I already know?" In this state, he observed mythical creatures crawling about in every direction in his peripheral vision. Colorful lions who looked drawn with cartoon dimensions crawled around, glaring at Patrick. Monkeys, insects, and even spiders who didn't look like their initial, natural forms lurked.
Still, he didn't care. They, the entities in which couldn't be explained, weren't nearly as terrifying as the leeching, consistent effect his mind gave off.
In some sort of involuntary response, Patrick automatically assumed a lotus stance.
'What the hell… my body is moving on its own. I'm meditating?' Patrick, contrary to the laws to physics, began to levitate slowly.
He, a human, was flying! Patrick was amused to such a degree, his thoughts were spiraling across the room at a hypersonic pace. 'Am I astral projecting? Is this real? Please don't be what I think it is… was my entire life a matrix? I really hope not…!" Hyperventilating, and after a few moments of screaming, he had relaxed himself.
'C- Calm down, remember Patrick…' He took two deep breaths, calming his heart rate and mind down.
Solemn and focused, he remarked his next words:
"No matter what happens, flow with your present reality."
While he was flying, Wendel stood a few feet away from the couch, frozen in time along with the entire world.
"Everything has stopped… If time itself is turning itself off, this has to be something crazy." At this point, he had just accepted whatever was going to happen. After all, he could barely control his body.
At the end of his comment… something even stranger happened.
A third visible eye opened up on Patrick's forehead, and in a split second, a burst expanded from this extra vision.
"Oh… So this is what is happening. AN… ascension?!"
His tangent expanded along with his mind.
"Another one? I haven't reached the peak, I'm well aware of that."
Like multiple lasers, his third iris was the main machine operating them. Though these beams looked harmful, they were in actuality the opposite. His brain was the cog spinning a newfound mechanic, and to his surprise, his body was the structure holding it all in place.
Thoughts arose. Like, 'Was this all a backseat to the real world? If only I could move up to the passenger's chair, or… perhaps, even outside the car.'
'Could this life I live be more eventful?"
Patrick himself was astonished, he always knew he understood reality at a high level, but a spiritual awakening? That was something he thought too complex for his simple brain to comprehend.
His accession, that was something he had complete certainty off. His specialty, well, that over time was reverted to a dying plant, its lifeforce barely transparent.
'It seems like I was wrong. I really don't feel that different… just accepted by… the universe? No, I can't really pinpoint it."
Once again, a repeated phrase highlighted the crushing uncertainty he felt with each passing day.
Throughout the endless reaches of space, he was all too aware that he understood only a fraction of what was there.
Yet even that thought doubted him.
A slight laugh escaped Patrick, "Man… This ego of mine just keeps expanding."
In the midst of this opening, it stayed awake only for thirty seconds before swiftly closing.
Patrick's forehead had turned back to normal, but his inner self, that had become augmented into something biologically different, or in more simpler terms…
Superior.
The stranger who first spoke in the prologue of his awakening entered in his psyche once again, "Dissociated man… go explore the realms with your family, you of all people deserve it." Patrick could not see this man who uttered these mystical words, but his voice was abnormally clear and most confounding, godly.
Like a fighter who was boasting his victory in war, his base and tone displayed a powerful confidence fitting only to that of an apex being.
Patrick, confused at this person… responded naturally.
"If you say so." He waved his hand, saying a goodbye to this being, "Exploring realms? Me? Capable of that? I have so much to say, really…" Patrick inwardly laughed, 'Mostly being that I've hit an enormous jackpot.'
With that thought trailing off into the universe, time resumed, and Patrick stopped levitating before shortly falling back on the sofa.
'Luck, Luck, Luck.' These words leaped buildings in Patrick's subconscious mind. Fearless, for some odd reason he had absolute certainty of this fact.
The now unfrozen Wendel, shocked, responded to the magical events. "Am I tweaking, or for a split second, were you flying?
Lifting his left hand up, Patrick heard only his thoughts, and he knew something. As if it were a native belief, like oxygen was designed to be breathed… he came up with an idea that was far from ordinary.
Tunnel-visioned, he dug deeper in theory, 'Am I crazy for thinking this? I have no reason to… not any logical one anyway.'' He gazed deeply into the center of his hand, hyper-analyzing the curved noodles on his palm.
'I'm getting goosebumps… There's no way." A prominent sense of eeriness overwhelmed Patrick. He had a thought, one that was insanely familiar. It terrified him that he could have such strength, but nonetheless…
It was a newly discovered framework, one that he felt was…
Without a doubt, correct and flowing with valor.
There was no real reason for him to think it was right, or that it made sense in any region.
But… to this irresistible one impulse, one would be a fool not to attain such power.
It was like he didn't care.
Inwardly, Patrick with absolute resoluteness, proclaimed to the world.
'Spawn a diamond.'
And just like that, with the magical flick of a blue light, Patrick, the moralistic pessimist forged a piece of diamond out of thin air.
His eyes lit up like never before.
Holding in his palm was the purest, most glorious diamond one could attain on the human market.
Tossing the jewel on the sofa, Patrick with a wide smile uttered another request to the universe, 'Universe, may I fly?'
Patrick took flight with his human body, levitating above the sofa just hitting the ten foot mark.
His long legs were almost touching the sofa, and his head poked the ceiling.
Mid air, he tried another command, 'Change my face into an ogre.'
His face underwent a transformation, turning into a green ogre.
"This flesh mask exists as an extension of another saddened fallacy." He grinned with excitement before reverting the changes.
'Turn it back to my human face.' He ordered once more.
This magical power reverted Patrick's face back to normal.
Wendel couldn't believe his eyes. His fathers face really changed, and went back to its old form.
Wendel, with a confused face, was in complete disbelief at what he saw.
Speechless, he tried to input his opinion to the wild situation, "I don't know what to say. This is like a story come to life."
Patrick showed zero hesitation in his next words, "Go get your mom… I think I'm warping reality."
There was no need. To the left side, the mother and wife of the Williams entered the scene. She was tall for a woman, at (5,7ft,) and her figure was model-like, as her face was. Even at thirty-eight years old, she could be mistaken for being in her late twenties.
But in spite of this, she couldn't have been more humble.
She, along with others, understood that her face was a product of luck, and in the grand scheme of things, means absolutely nothing.
Varney, who was wearing an apron over her jeans, laughed before taking a stern face, "What's all the fuss about, I'm making meatloaf." She announced to the overly excited father and son.
Patrick and Wendel smiled brightly, usually it was because of the meatloaf, which they were definitely excited about.
But right now, they had other things on their minds. Like ideas of the possibilities before them.
They weren't questioning this power, not in any big capacity anyway. They were instead thinking of what was next for them.
The Williams were always open minded people. Never really judging others until it was warranted.
Varney, upon finding out about the situation… had a stir of anxiety.
Standing up, Patrick raced to Vareny.
Grabbing her shoulders in a soft manner, he with a smile answered her:
"Varney, I know money has been tight, and I haven't been supporting you working… but this changes everything. You don't have to live the life I walk, work a job you despise, none of us do. I think… I can warp reality." He let go and backed up.
Varney shook her head in disappointment, "Did you take blazes acid again?"
Backing up a few feet, Patrick smirked confidently, "Nah. Let me just show you." He extended his arm out, his short sleeve revealing massive, muscular biceps. "Create a dog-like creature, but let him have legs and human-like arms. He'll look like a lab, but his legs will be functioning like a human. He should have human vocal cords as well. Give him clothes too, he'll need it. And to top it all off… make him have a human brain with a functioning consciousness."
Patrick's words prompted a hexa circle to form a few meters away, and a teal barrier was forged because of it.
Seconds later, the lifeform he had just described…
Came from nothingness.
He wore camo shorts and a thrasher t-shirt.
Standing on his hind legs, he was like a human.
As the creature opened his eyes for the first time, he was at a loss for words.
Quite literally.
He couldn't speak English.
Varney, on the other hand, was freaking out. "What in the heavens! Was I one who accidentally took blazes acid...? He's always making brownies and what not…" Patrick looked back at Varney, responding with a ecstatic smile, "My dearest love, this is real. As real as it can get."
While Varney was freaking out, on the verge of psychosis…
That instability was nothing compared to what this fully grown lab who stood on his hind legs was feeling.
Waving his furred hands around, he with his five fingers clasped his head in a manic manner.
His vision was dizzy, making him feel sick. This was his first time seeing a world, and as a man? He had no idea what to think of it all, thoughts were thoughts, and he was expressionless.
He wasn't thinking and responding like a child, because he just wasn't. This guy understood social and human concepts immensely… but what could he make of it without a language foundation?
Gazing around, the household was shockingly watching this spectacle unfold.
Meanwhile, in this dog-hybrids head…
Utter chaos was at large.