…A cloud of consciousness took the form of pulsating lights, intelligent vibrations, a form of internal Skype, it created a Doppler effect pulsating into later what would be called night, philosophers would find it to be a very unusual kite, conversations became more clearer as it’s alternating size gave the illusion it was traveling past my point of sight, control of internal events gave it power over time, so its many futures passed before my very sight, before I could question from whence this divine presence took flight, I couldn’t tell if it was I or It that became smaller as it disappeared into a pinhole of light.. with heavy vibrations it let me know it was what it was, regardless of any questioning of its plight, It got so small I had to close one eye to see it, as if I was peering through a very narrow pipe..
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