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Anna Variant ch 16

Surfaces all was reverberations, infinitely outward oh, time-space, existing eternities. Existence made from and perpetuated by the eventualities Of Echoes emanating at every point of probabilistic path Divergence. These Echoes, or paths form the body or the volume of all the existential planes of reality, realities.

The sunlight shining through the water surface is one’s Soul, thoughts shining through your psychological self looking through the surface of water. What's on the other side.

Time space perception introspective receiver reality versus reality perceived equals physical form.

Frost on the floor across the ground retreating to follow the shadows as the sun rises and that shadow cast recedes. Seeming almost a shadow following the withdrawing wave, leaving the sand darker and lightening as the water recedes.

Particle Breeze blowing like water vapor, thrown from tires on the highway, billowing mist turning light grey vapor. When I look away all the reality seems to be the same water vapor turning and turning in their places and their forms and structures still retaining shape.

Looking around seeing the cityscape atmosphere is wraith and Spirits collapsing in on themselves rolling inward to a center, each an emanation point bending reality towards it.

A building retracting to 10 different spots with some of these reality welding centers remaining floating in the sky.

A city wilting like flowers in the fall. The whole city, light, skyscrapers, streets and sidewalks.

Particle breeze blowing from the time Space and scene, all things seeming like snow the granular is a Morning Mist swept of the buildings from the buildings.

Walking down the aisles of a supermarket, seeing the colors of the many different products on the shelves, bursting like ink in water, flying off the shelves leaving trails intermixing yellows of mustard cabbages, and elaborately decorated colors of different packaging erupting. Add bursting and insert mixing and be there as I walk through, splashing through them, the matter which they made becomes malleable to thought.

Faces of the trees over the Mamaroneck parking lot looking down to what? The parking lot, the dreams of trees spilling into the air, the atmosphere. Insert in my eyes, seeing the way what their breath is breathing into my lungs.

Change two trees, the Harpmen flame bridging between them, with each branch showing the frequencies of the two are one with one another. Frequencies at the ends strumming, that is from the trees rocking back and forth. Wind fall marches between them flowing, fluid Vapor pristine Prismatic arches strumming along to the strength of the breeze.

Sections of reality become glass that they, suspender peoples, touch create the effects of lightning. Whirlpool gravity tunnel stretching cracking crumbling deeper into the volume of the glass. This is true of any glass.

The advertisement screen at the Dunkin Donuts, flatness, pushing outward as spilling out into the store collecting into the pupils and lenses as though like static tendrils injecting themselves into the eyes of the 10 people online and two behind the counter.

Creating a growing quadrant of a sphere of static, that grows and grows until filling tile ceiling to the floor and pop, and just before reaching the door sending a shock wave to blow the front of the store out. All the glass and metal rocketing a dozen feet in the air and then pausing sending people walk past touching the glass out of curiosity and evading the metal.

Or growing and growing and pushing the store forward and then pushing further and pushing the roadways and cars over. Then pushing the gas pumps over, gushing up from the earth and pushing all over the intersection and then pushing all the cars and the buses and trucks over. In the street lights and spilling out then onto the highway and washing over the overpass.

Long black gate made of suspended people becoming awake reaching for the other, going from standing straight up to curving, stretching over my head, creating an arching tunnel like effect with no space in between them.

Volume of sound, heat, light.

Tile floor with black hole checkered tile floor, with the black tiles being open to the massive black hole in stasis under the tile floor. From these shapes statues of elaborately sculpted suspender peoples of opaque black and glossed obsidians.

Hallway ceiling fluorescent rod lights scene from standing vantage point is shrinking the further they are from me. Each fall down to the ground as though drapes or volume of light waterfalls. I walk through them, each sheet Raptor shift light seeming spectral as it slips over my skin. In and out a dozen more, standing still looking through these planes I see incorporeal reflections of a reality not yet occurring.

The volume of ambient circumvolving in any of the eighteen directions at once. The center acting as the starting point, as the central emanation point.

Walking on the floor spotting specs and designs of the Hall of the house is much like seeing shapes in clouds and walking the hall floor spotting slips.

Effervescent Coral magenta colored honey, or perception, is reality dripping, secreting what is a probability encapsulating fluid secreted from Honeycombs. All substance are varying degrees of this honey secreting from the secret source, inverse its existence.

Yellow yield sign reflecting yellow, glowing brilliantly, translucent light emanating outward. All that passed through this light bended, blurred when passing, feeling a vacuuming of self and energy into the fluorescent yellow light emanating from the sign. As though all existing Essences being inhaled by it and subsequently exhaled as diverse new sequences spilling into being.

Flickering light watching the skip a beat where the light touches Epping slowly, speeding motion, as though radiation come over there radiant heat energy emanating outward.

Holding my hands on each side of my temples, open hand Palm. Split open my skull with my brain looking like a landscape, similar to the fjords of Norway casting is reflections of light outward, growing into the shapes of an unseen stream. Spiraling upward until everything of the reflection becomes Crystal like the moon’s surface reflecting off the ocean.

My brain stem becomes a stream a waterfall of stream of consciousness rather subconscious emanating emerging from the subjective forms of flowing thoughts.

Alternately, when the brain emerges from the skull the skull splitting separating becomes like leaves off a stem, itself separating two sheets and curling, while the brain Rises separating unfolding like through many petals of a rose each sliver of brain separating two different pedals showing iridescently different realities thoughts subjectivities release from the Mind split sundered when meeting the light.

The brain stem becomes the stem, though reaching into the Earth, or the body, as a flowing stream of the trains going deeper into the ground.

See you other brains than Flora, dream, hallucinations, poppy field perception, pineal pop.

Matte ‘white holes’ augmenting the light surrounding them flying floating through air bending all reality they come here. also black holes, white holes, magnetic spheres, gravity Wells, all made malleable by imagination. See example. Volume of light variations.

Standing on the sidewalk seeing the street sink deep down 400 ft, though slowly sinking deeper into the Earth.

The Moon turning in the air as it falls, casting off the magnetosphere when in the Apex of a total eclipse. The moon is yellow blue, nearly iridescent. Spinning, creating spirals, leaving trails of the moon's descent.

Bricks of a wall coming out one by one with people looking to the other side and people on the other side looking through. when I run up to the falling, eagle to see the other side look I see The most subtle Secret Garden, that is my subconscious, my mind seen by and before my very eyes.

Suspender person running on one side of the Bruckner expressway leaving craters with each stomping foot. Cars driving shatter, and swerve to avoid crashing into each other, creating chaos on the pavement, the suspended person then leaps very high into the air. Taking several seconds, just seeming to be floating, then falling faster than a comet, plunging straight through the elevated Highway.

A shock wave throws from beneath the elevated highway, tons of steel metal and cars 10 to hundreds of feet in the air. see me from far away like a massive flower sundering matter.

Arches of buildings come over highways, the matter substance of each becoming like cherry blossoms falling from their tree branches, birthing like firecrackers, igniting the atmosphere, the walls like cigarette Burns to ash, but flowing through the air igniting all the matter they touch.

Seeing sound in a tunnel, through the air flowing as overlapping volumes of spectral fluid flowing from the speaker or the motion or the movement with the hands clapping our feet stopping or stepping so lightly even hard speeding can be heard and seen simultaneously.

Flower petals flow of the back of a white car flowing forms that glimmer the light rolling over another car as it dries each disintegrating into the air. Where each flower petal of light disintegrates into particles, orbs of light seeming like bubbles burst.

Expanding infinitely outward overtaking, though first seemingly not affecting anything, they eventually stopped in place and if there's Center create a massive infinitely inhaling gravitational well size with pinpoint that over time encompasses entire cities, then stops, so that structures cities are augmented, Twisted bent out of shape remain locked in time and place, while refuse of realities roar and sweep, illuminating for all the eye to see.

The corners of brick buildings from the ground up leave their place, brick by Brick, conglomerating in the skies you into massive newly made arches in the form of X’s from one to dozens to hundreds of stories above ground level.

Raining night time, the rain forming into a wall in front of Omi’s house rising from the small runs of river streaming over where the ground meets the sidewalk. This wall runs the length of the street and it frosts and steams into a wall of ice.

Pattern spread throughout as I walk past and down splintering almost vaporous ice crystals Foreman particle path spreading through this wall about a half a foot wide and 8 feet tall, where I walk if I stop and look keeps freezing and more and more and greater detail, and I keep walking in the particle paths of frost follow feeling the water wall volume.

Peeling the sunlight off the arch of an aluminum street light. This is a variation of peeling light off surface of things to use as templates for others or as part of a slip itself. example would be to evaporate the sunlight from the ground and a hot day, thinking about it literally a steaming off the asphalt into the haze and wavy lines that blur the atmosphere in the distance. Which themselves can then be thought of volumes of malleable matter.

Repetitive reincarnation, reincarnation is repetitive? How do you know? Or is it a metaphor for growing over time.

Charlie Brown billboard, black and yellow, bubbling outward, bursting into the air from the billboard, a 50 foot rectangle easily quadrupling its volume, becoming less dense with the property of a vapor Charlie Brown period scene off the right side of the Bruckner Expressway.

Standing on the overpass where Tremont Avenue meets Bruckner Expressway looking westbound Toward the Highway Loops preceding the Whitestone Bridge. A miniature black hole images with gravitational waves that reach out and snap like flailing tendrils creating secondary waves beverage thousands of feet at word Throwing Cars building structures racing towards me on the overpass, seeming like an almost invisible Avalanche Raging towards me on through the atmosphere.

From where I'm standing to the black holes north West and East with me being at the South, 3 enormous rectangular Glass Crystal plates emerge each standing in the sky Midway from the black hole to me. Each of these three perfectly reflect any light coming towards them though also are wildly illuminated as the Avalanche of gravitational waves crashes through them. Burst out black hole light on its outer reaches a wave that goes to each drawing an explosion an implosion.

From where I'm standing these explosions in waves vending ball around me I jump through the air walking, digging a tunnel this otherworldly atmosphere emanating from this odd black hole a few miles before, a few bus stops now seems years away.

Street lamps over parking lots are the masts of a massive ships which one day at merge from of the asphalt and flying through the air as both magical and mechanical mythological beasts.

Gravity Wells example. Solar flares, storms gravity spears and spheres, storms. Glass is water.

Split down the middle on the side of 1/2 Circle top-to-bottom equals a vortices circle cylindrical rotation, twisting multicolored around it.

Jump the building crumbling downward, hits the ground and instantly sublimating ex. miniature energy released in a metaphor for the soul released though of the ex. Substance of sky scales of the higher the atmosphere as solidifying or freezing Soul energy atmosphere.

Meet wind people.

Suspender peoples with wands and staffs, who for seconds at a time blink in and out of existence as some debris of some sundering separates and dissipates around them. Blinking In and Out. They are under end as an inrush of a building crumbling down arching into the street as hunks and chunks of cement and steel tears of glass. a stone rainbow

Controlling the flow that comes after them as a composer, there is a red composing suspender people switch your acting as an in rush or maybe in mimicry of an inrush of the building the forest in the Motions of the buildings falling.

Force, noises, Sun's solar flares also Supernova a in a chorus of color and amorphous malleable shapes churning vapors ionizing plasmas, bathed in by glistening Stellar cradles, moving mellifluous as microcosmic multitudes of everything in two different realities by the second.

Cars like blue liquid spilling over the ramp end color flowing over like seconds long waterfalls becoming vertical particles floating in air vertically suspended, first from a highway overpass then seen from different vantage, and exiting the highway on an off-ramp lowering to street level.

Wind wave wakes of birds, flock of sine waves Frequency flowing flapping as they flow state felt inside one's head seen through flooding trails elegantly through the air.

Atmospheric amplitude, music, resonance, frequency, wave interference existence.

The windows of the building come off, floating 15 feet into the air, becoming a horizontal stack of folding reflective rectangles coming forward and either falling back into place quaking through the rest of the building, making the rest of the building glass instead, behaving like water, collapsing entirely to the center of the building and creating some kind of a singularity, or still standing in the street becoming a new three-dimensional Road of Phantoms and phantasmagoric scenes unfolding as if each glass rectangle was actually a filter to see other dimensional planes and falling at the same time in the same space.

All of them can do this.

Semi translucent transparent streaks of their trajectory Trails until splashing as fluid drops with firecracker like explosions swimming streams through the air.

Shadows of electrical pole wire shown on the street, we trying spider webs walk over by shadows and other creatures.

Molecular structure Stratus synthetic natural objects ersatz foundations in reality.

Seeing a surreality spouting in the world, of the world, as a world of stimuli, to the senses interactions, stimuli to keep, your physical senses the body is a filter of physical and ambient effects.

Street lights have mushroom light cups of emanating light, the blue one on the corner of the street making them look like Kohl's with irises made of light and then the arch over also made of light like a large eye, that is also a mushroom cap.

The pole is now in April and spectral people jump from the top of the lamp grabbing the edges of the light mushroom cap pulling it down as they spend create a poll wrapped in different colors of Light which they come different wavelength, that is different colors from top to bottom not one rainbow thousands of Planck length to width overlapping rainbows

Street lights bursting out word, dozes, hundreds, as if see from the sky, thousands, burst Supernova into Bunches of Lights picked into bouquets of stellarific Beauty by ethereal Giants.

Igniting the air into miniature Galaxy formations, trillions of these multiverses imploding per second per square inch. The longer you stare the more they erupted, the greater their terrifying flashes into different forms. Seeming to form overarching patterns the way water and motion flow fluidly moving throughout the increasingly bright microcosmic Multiversal explosions.

The celestial stardust particle sand from when I was on the bx12, and it became that all the reality was constructed of sand in the shape of whatever substance they was meant to be. This was one of my first major slips. BX12, all is sand, the glass, the floor, the plastic, the eye’s, moisture, the sound waves are all made of this essential sand flowing in motion. See last chapters of Anna.

Primordial Mass, under the most ancient ambient skies. Skies existing far before time, long before minds were made to see them. Minds missed when eyes are open. Everything as it is, and was, blurred together, primordial and potential, a promethean aurora borealis coloration of Celestial creation.

Beams of sunlight shining through shadows of the I-95 highway underpass, stripping the ground and quickly liquidating cars in a Flash fleeting color. Other cars and trucks that pass create, compound into a wave flowing through the I-95 as almost magnetic effect of the area around it.

Pattern left by the windshield wiper streaks of sunlight appear like a spinning record.

Eyes so wet from crying that reality, before me blurs, like looking through a wet windshield.

Paradise radiating outward to the reality around me from the brightened colors. Acting as a sort of sonar whose reverberations when meeting in the air interact, creating phantasmagoric shapes and abstractions seemingly living things, emerging, lasting for split seconds at a time.