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Awakening of Minds (part one) |
| Written by Dirk | |
| Thursday, 20 December 2007 | |
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Share it:       So there I was, looking once more at the device on the table. It had taken me all week to decipher what it was, and once I was convinced, I had barely left the kitchen table where it sat. It was a thin reed pole with two flat round disks on either end, about a foot long. It looked like some sort of elongated barbell that gymnasts use. One of the disks was flat on the table leaving the other up in the air as the pole stood upright. The disk that was on top appeared to have some sort of compartment in it, locked in a way that I had not been able to determine. On the edge of the upper disk I had noticed two little LED bulbs, one green and one red. This is how I had found it six days earlier. I could see no way for it to be there. It wasn't there when I had fallen asleep the night before, and it didn't seem likely that someone would break into my house to leave a strange object on my table with no explanation. I had picked it up and examined it thoroughly, once my initial suspicion and fear had lessened. The lower disk, the one without the hidden compartment had a simple message printed on it; "place on table surface". Clear instructions I thought to myself. What on Earth was going on? Yet even as I wondered this the answer seemed to creep into my head, a connection to the wonderful achievement of mine from the day before. Upon further inspection I had noticed that looped around the pole that connected the two disks of the device was a wooden ring. This ring was wide enough to circle the pole without touching it, but only just. What could possibly be the point of this? I had looked around the whole of my apartment that day, but found no other clue, no kind of instructions as to the purpose of the device. I had set it back down in the manner suggested, quite bewildered by the whole scenario. Absently I touched the wooden ring as i sat down. The red light had lit up! As it had lit, a small buzzing sound had emmitted from the top disk! It had felt so light, made from some sort of plastic as far as I could tell, and now the disk had a device inside that made noise? How could it even work? A wooden loop being touched? I touched it again with the same result. I touched the reed pole... nothing. No light or buzzing. Again I nudged the loop. Again in buzzed. I could not see how the loop or the reed were transferring any electricity to the disk to set off the alarm. It really should not have been alarming in this way, for in my mind there was no technology that could allow for wood to trigger an alarm through contact with flesh and plastic. But at the same time, the mysterious nature of the device, coupled with its unexplainable presence, only made me surer of the connection to what I had done the day before. Three years of practice had paid off the day before. Three years of staring at the marble, a simple cats eye that a child might use in a playground game, as it sat in the same spot on my desk in the study. Three years of believing, of knowing that it could be done. I had learned that marble down to its finest detail. I knew its weight and shape with my eyes closed. Every night I had found three hours to practice, to try different tactics, to meditate, to expand or contract my mind, to focus my attention on the marble, or the whole room. Close my eyes and remember every detail of the room, look around to see what I remember wrong or right. Sit with the marble on my out-stretched hand, just feel the weight, imagine it getting heavier, or lighter. Sit the marble down and close my eyes, see it in my mind, like a glowing beacon. Remember where it was, keep a picture of the distance between my hand and the marble, allow the distance to expand and contract as i walk around the room blind-folded. Picture the space behind my eyelids. When my eyes are closed, the space behind the eyelids is infinite, this space exists outside the physical world. Where the back of my skull ends, the space is infinite and black. The seat of focus that is my mind shrinks to sit behind my eyes, expands to fill the infinite space. Move my mind from behind my eyes, to sit it elsewhere in my body. Thoughts come from my chin, my elbow, my knee. The infinite space is not just behind my closed eyes, but stretching ever backwards. Leave the space behind the eyes and travel through the space outside. See the marble. Feel its presence in the infinite space. Command your body from across the room. Sit your mind inside the marble. Move your hand. Move the marble... And that was it. Years of thinking this way, making concepts a reality by focus and concentration. learning to lose myself, forget who I was for a moment while my task became everything. I could never hope to describe in words any better this, how I accomplished telekinesis. When it happened that first time, after three years of trying, I was floating the marble in the air. I carefully opened my eyes in ways beyond the merely physical, to see my body sitting in the chair. And in a most unselttling way I was physically looking at the marble as well. With my physical sight, the image of the floating marble was being transmitted to mind. My minds eye was centered inside the marble, showing me myself as i stared at the marble. The paradox, the shock to the mundane senses had been too much for me. And so I had woken up, still sitting in the chair at my desk in the study. The marble I found by my feet where it had apparently rolled. Had I passed out? was it real? the strain of what I had done had left me groggy, and I stumbled out to the kitchen to find it was morning. So it was that i discovered the device on the table. So what else could it be but an invitation? Or a test? I knew without knowing how I knew that it was one or the other, or both! Once I had pondered the device for a while its purpose came to me in a flash. My objective was clear: move the wooden loop up the reed pole. The loop and the reed could not touch or the alarm would sound. If i could get the loop to touch the upper disk, then I would have suceeded. The only catch was, I could not physically touch the device or the alarm would again sound. This was my sixth attempt. I believed that my failure so far had been to attempt to move my mind into the wooden loop too early. I had spent years learning the marble. Even now i could point from the kitchen through the wall of my study at the exact spot where the marble sat. I could sense it there, that's how centered in my mind the marble had become. Strangely enough, the wooden loop came easier. I had worried that another three years would be necessary for me to master the new material, yet in thoughts that where more concepts than words, i knew the process that had been necessary to learn the marble, and slowly but surely adapted it to the wooden ring on the device. I could feel the loop. I could feel its weight and density, every fibre of its construction. The reed pole too. This time it was going to work! My mind moved through the space between. I made my mind change size. No longer was it the little bundle of thoughts and feelings that perched on its throne behind my eyes. Now it stretched and expanded, and as it expanded came the strange sensation of the physical universe shrinking. This sensation came about, I think, because the core of who I was did not change, simply the space that my thoughts occupied increased, and so relatively the universe seemed smaller. Would people not seem smaller to you if you suddenly grew a hundred feet? In this way the universe felt as though it grew smaller. Just a little bit smaller, so fine that I would scarcely have noticed. Yet the sensation was there nonetheless. I made my mind a strange shape. This was not something I had attempted before, yet it came easily enough. In my mind I pictured a fish, with eyes on either side of its head, each eye looking and darting in different directions. What sort of awareness would be needed to focus on two images? Could I put part of my mind in the wooden loop and the rest in the reed pole? My mind warped and stretched, and there I had it! My mind occupied the space that the device sat in! I didn't want to risk opening my eyes just yet, in case I passed out again. I relied on the knowledge, the fact, that this was happening. I believed it was happening with not one doubt as to what I was attempting. The wooden loop moved up, the sides not touching the pole, and made its contact with the upper disk. Ping! It was the sound of the green light activating. Forgetting everything, I opened my eyes and allowed the loop to fall. A wave of dizziness hit me. This time I did not black out. I pushed aside the sudden fatigue, and looked intently at the device. At first, nothing. Then the little compartment on the upper disk flipped open. I peered inside to see a dark hole. I was wondering at the apparent depth of this dark tunnel, as i could see it was deeper than the other side of the disk! At that moment, four fingers shot through the hole! I watched amazed as the fingers, as though attatched to two seperate hands, bent over the lip of the hole, two on each side. I believe in many things that I cannot see, that most people would scoff at, but this sight set off a primal panic in me. I stood so suddenly that my chair crashed backwards, and I nearly tripped over it as I attempted to back away from the table. The fingers seemed to be pushing the hole in the disk wider, and from the inside! More fingers appeared as the disk stretched like rubber to impossible lengths. The noise that this caused was like no sound i had ever heard, like melting liquid and crumbling rock, grinding metal and rushing gasses, all at once. The hole was now so wide that arms were revealed. Then a head! And so, just like that, I witnessed the bizarre sight of a man stepping out the foot long device, off my table, and into my kitchen. I looked stunned back and forth between the man and the object. The object now looked like a deflated baloon, limp and flat on the table. The man wore black entirely. He had shock white hair and eyes that were opened wide, as though in deep concentration, that never seemed to blink. "Who... who..." I stuttered. "My name is... " here he made a noise that should not have issued from human vocal cords, like the sounds of intense static interfering with a television. "Wha..?" I attempted to say. "I represent the Sixth House of the Alliance of Minds" the man continued. "I am here as an official intermediary. Or to put it another way... I am a talent scout." Copyright 2008 Dirk |
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