Do you see that point in the sky, where clouds gather together, forming an indomitable figure? It is said that the divine lived beyond that which the human eye cannot see, and the only path humans would strive to venture on was upwards.Even the small little creatures inhabiting the ancient seas of creation would stare upwards and think—could I also be free from the constraints of my being?
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"Three minutes!"
The pressure he felt was immense, he sensed his blood flowing backwards into his brain.When blood flows backwards in the body, the organs receive fewer nutrients and oxygen, which are carried through the blood. The heart tries to make up for it by pumping harder, but this results in the heart enlarging, and after some time, the body gradually deteriorates.
"I can't trust my senses, because they are by nature capable of being deceived." This was a common concept, especially when the body becomes hyperactive, since any detail can be regarded as a danger."Although I'm inexperienced in a variety of areas, I have observed subsequent details for far too long."
"The five minutes never started for me—this is confirmed because I have not engaged in any movement, meaning that it had yet to track me with its visual acuity."
So it either reacts to movement or direct contact.From its perspective, I might've appeared to be dead. My body is also quite frail and thin, adding to that appearance. But what is the one thing I have continuously used and depended on? That was my senses again!The environment seemed far too unnaturally serene. It is not a completely dead place. Why could I not hear the trees rustling when I felt the wind on my body? That's because my body in and of itself does not project noises.When I was hearing my pulse beating, that supported the idea that my senses were somehow not complementing each other."
One minute and thirty seconds remained.
He was exerting all the remaining energy he had trying to resolve the doubts in his mind. There was a very subtle detail that one would not notice had they not continuously tracked it.
"That's right! The blood which spewed when the bird imploded—I also felt the liquid dripping on my face, but I did not smell the scent. Something was continuously messing with me. I found it odd that I did not hear the nearby trees rustling. I could barely see them with my peripheral vision"
"However, I did hear the other noises coming from outside my range of observation.Like the unnatural way I realized something permeated the air. I thought it was because my body was not functioning properly, because it was on the verge of collapse. However, such things would not occur in and of themselves. Why were some of my senses being toned down while others were intensified? This permeation i felt however, was psychological, none of my senses were consistently receiving inputs for me to feel such an unnatural thing.
The use of metacognition was a method in which an individual was essentially thinking about thinking, having a degree of understanding over their states. This enabled them to assess the validity of something based on whether the person itself was perhaps engaging in faulty logic. Therefore, one could track inconsistencies using one's own understanding of their body and mind.
"Thirty seconds remaining."
I swallowed my spit urgently and regulated my state. The pressure was reaching its climax. I felt like my internal body was going to combust.Gradually, I felt my thoughts drifting, like they were escaping from my grasp. Was this really going to be my end?I do not wish to die yet. I want to feel more. I have yet to be content.But could wishes really help in a desperate situation? A person might hold you as a victim. You may pray to your God, or you may plead for mercy, but your fate does not lie in your own hands.In truth, nothing was going to save you.However, He was not someone who was desperate in this situation at all. It was unnatural for someone to not simply panic.
Even within the window of tolerance—a psychological theory regarding how one reacts to different inputs—a state of hypoarousal would mean being disconnected from reality and perhaps being unreactive.But he was someone who was simply discontent.This was not due to a fear of abandonment, it was because the limitations imposed on him was restricting him, he wanted to feel more. The Greeks referred to eclipses as such, but could the heart be consistently swayed and deceived, and not stand up against an impending calamity? What if it was a false phenomenon? Wouldn't you simply live in fear by not taking a step beyond what has only been deemed as the limit to experience?
When all else is lost, and there is nothing left to truly lose, does that render the person as human at all?On the verge of death, his lips seemed to murmur something. There was a gentle smile painted on his face. His hands were facing upwards.
Odysseus, in Book 11 of Homer's Odyssey, went through Katabasis, which meant venturing to the underworld to achieve Nostos, which subsequently meant homecoming.When Odysseus visits the underworld, he speaks with the spirits of the dead, including Tiresias, the blind prophet. Tiresias warns him about the dangers ahead and instructs him on how to return home safely.He realizes at that point the truth regarding his mortality. Through the trials he faces and his brushes with death, there comes a moment in time where core values and the self are realized.Often, the journey mattered more than the destination.But someone who goes far beyond this realizes that even the grotesque felt simply amazing. It was the feeling of experiencing life in its entirety, through wavering between life and death.An elevation unmatched, crossing all boundaries and constraints.
This was his interpretation of the story of the man: "His cause for living was his wife, and when she passed away while giving birth, his fear already existed during the process and when she passed away, it transitioned into despair. He did not recognize his mortality and ventured onto a path of self destructiveness, losing his sanity, allowing it to manifest, thats why i considered it to be shapeless, it merely becomes the conclusive product of fear." It can never vanish, but fear can become merely an experience of life itself.
Right now, he seemed to have understood something, he did not feel joy nor sorrow rather he felt everything all at once—This was truly jouissance! Or rather a trace of it, it was a feeling in which crossed all regular experiences. It was like feeling everything at the same time. The man merely entered the state, but he did not graze the feeling atall, it was uncontrolled. One can enter it through a variety of ways, in which most leads to death, but to be intact, this was extraordinary!
it was undescribable even with words.
The words he muttered constantly suddenly became audible:"Are you done playing around?"
This sentence at first seemed to do nothing. But what was staring him in the face suddenly retracted back. It showed an eerie amusement.His blood, which had been flowing upwards, suddenly returned to normal. The pressure he felt was lifted off his body.Although he could barely stand up, he would most likely die after remaining in a static position for such a long time.
"I was wondering why everything seemed too perfect—the design. It was carefully created.But none of it was real, although what I felt indeed was. That was the flaw which led to this.I wonder how many people have died here before me. Do you simply feed on their emotions?Those black lumps were genuine, although what I was experiencing through my senses seemed lackluster. When I responded, they would grow, constantly feeding on me. In return, they injected that yellow liquid into my body.So when the five-minute mark truly finished, I would really die.However, I knew that the process beforehand could be stopped, mitigating all the consequences which would originally follow.I must thank you. This was an experience I will not forget—simply too amazing."
When he finished speaking, the air suddenly condensed and slashed at his body. It sent his central nervous system into chaos.However, he spoke again."You are still keeping at it. What if you slash me hundreds of times—would it change the fact that it is not real?"
He gradually stood up, supporting his body with his hands. Barely standing, limping, he walked forward.This time, his entire left arm imploded.Pain is always associated with consciousness and emotions. It is the body that feels the impact, even if it may not be real. The severity of the event can still be felt psychologically.It was a mix of illusion setting the stage for physical influence. He was not a masochist—far from that.He simply enjoyed experiencing everything in its fullness.
He folded his torn shirt and pointed with his finger, as if showing something."The only way I die is when I allow these to grow prematurely."
He breathed in and exhaled.Right now, he could see the environment around him. His long hair, reaching his shoulders, flowed behind his back. He had a slim body. Although far from his original appearance, he was in a severe state of malnutrition.What he was seeing was strange.It appeared that he was being pulled in.He closed his eyes for a split second, and when he opened them, he appeared to be in deep space—or was it simply a containment of his consciousness?He observed that the eye was far out in space. The distance seemed odd. From his initial placement, it appeared that it complemented the sky.
As he was pulled by the unknown force, acceleration surged. The entity drifted further away, eventually swirling and dissipating into darkness
A layer appeared around his body. The speed was so extreme that space itself warped around him. He was pulled in various directions, although he did not face the force of the acceleration as one with a human body could not take the gravitational force; that would equate to putting the body through an instantaneous velocity that would obliterate the body.
Although he felt the unnatural way space was moving, what we regularly lived in on Earth had always been three-dimensional, but it was hard for a human to truly distinguish between a third and possible higher dimensions along the line, although we have one and two dimensions which can be described because it works through a hierarchy. A regular human could not navigate higher ones, because they were often just invisible to us.
"It disappeared? Never did it respond back; it just simply vanished. I must've met the criteria for the place, and it could not contain me anymore. So this is the travelling mechanism." His hypothesis was correct; he was outlining an accurate sequence which happened in that order.
—halt.It stopped.He stopped moving.What he saw was that he had awoken in what appeared to be a land.There were voices and sounds all around, but he couldn't process them properly, the previous influence on his senses required time for the brain to return back to its state.There was a sun in the sky.He felt its warmth as sunlight pierced through the picturesque trees. It reflected in his honey brown eyes.In his vision, a figure slowly closed in. Just as it came close enough, he heard a voice resound clearly.
"You are injured. Let me treat your wounds." He smiled and reached with his left hand, his right hand held an umbrella, appearing to cover him from the sunlight.