Robert_hill
Rising Star
I got a battery and was loaned a cart from a co-worker. After about 10 seconds it kicked, shaking/buzzing my bedroom and forcing my eyes shut.
There was a figure in front of me glitching and morphing, kind of like 3-4 wire frame humans rotating in and out of focus with varying textures tones and shapes. At first her position and demeanor made me think of getting a pedicure. The way she seemed to be talking to someone in the 'room' but not to me.
She asks for my hand.
I didn't really have a choice in the matter, I wasn't in control and my hand shot out the moment her question popped in my head. My wrist started vibrating for a few seconds, she repeats with the right hand and finally my chest.
She thought I was cute and quite amused, like oh he thinks this is his first time.
'alright come on I want to show you something'
Then I was in front of something hard to describe. After the fact with research I would say it was the chrysanthemum or a 3-d mandala pulsating, breathing with a liquid coating, shiny metal iridescence.
Then I popped into the waiting room, it was like the end of 2001, a corridor of sorts but not just colors. It was ladders, pills, skyscrapers and Asian women in bikinis merging in and out of the matrix. She told me I had to let go and I said I wasn't ready. No worries.
That was my 'first' experience and I haven't had anything as visceral or clear as that time. I'm still coping with the fact that this thing. This person/entity/chemical/machine/god can show me anything it wants to at any time. The few months after were rough and I thought I might lose my mind, if I even ever really had it to begin with. And if you elect me this November, I promise no more junk mail and a free pizza party every Friday. Thank you.
There was a figure in front of me glitching and morphing, kind of like 3-4 wire frame humans rotating in and out of focus with varying textures tones and shapes. At first her position and demeanor made me think of getting a pedicure. The way she seemed to be talking to someone in the 'room' but not to me.
She asks for my hand.
I didn't really have a choice in the matter, I wasn't in control and my hand shot out the moment her question popped in my head. My wrist started vibrating for a few seconds, she repeats with the right hand and finally my chest.
She thought I was cute and quite amused, like oh he thinks this is his first time.
'alright come on I want to show you something'
Then I was in front of something hard to describe. After the fact with research I would say it was the chrysanthemum or a 3-d mandala pulsating, breathing with a liquid coating, shiny metal iridescence.
Then I popped into the waiting room, it was like the end of 2001, a corridor of sorts but not just colors. It was ladders, pills, skyscrapers and Asian women in bikinis merging in and out of the matrix. She told me I had to let go and I said I wasn't ready. No worries.
That was my 'first' experience and I haven't had anything as visceral or clear as that time. I'm still coping with the fact that this thing. This person/entity/chemical/machine/god can show me anything it wants to at any time. The few months after were rough and I thought I might lose my mind, if I even ever really had it to begin with. And if you elect me this November, I promise no more junk mail and a free pizza party every Friday. Thank you.
