SpireCatalyst
Rising Star
This was my first experience so please be patient, i know its long but I felt compelled to write it.
With slowly dancing light in the corner of my field of vision, I spark flame to crystal in hopes of a catalyst to a world unknown. The gentle crackle and smolder of a source no bigger that the nail of a finger and the instant loss of oxygen in my lungs, replaced only by the catalyst I have been searching for. With my instrument set carefully out of reach, I exhale, hesitantly, at the call of my body and breathe in what could be described as the first breathe of a world yet to be treaded.
With perfect precision and astounding elegance, an ability well out of reach of the realm of man, shadows dance and sway to the tones of a song not created elsewhere, shifting from a smoky shadow to free-form liquid, in a transition unidentifiable and only dwarfed in comparison to the diminishing surroundings I would ultimately learn to love to forget.
Blanketed in warmth and vibration, my vision steers from left to right, up then down…and finally in, towards my destination, carried by hands with no dimension.
A diamond shaped tunnel pulsing in colors no artist could render and growing in scale with rapid succession seems to be the path I am forced (but willing) to travel. Then, as if toying with my response time, the tunnel becomes a labyrinth of twists and dives at speeds I cannot fathom with only brief windows for which to glimpse the world I am inevitably destined to fall into…fly, into.
As swiftly as I was lifted into my path I was just as suddenly dropped from it, into a world where gravity had no reign and direction held no merit, for every which way I look are possibilities limited only by my imagination. A spire of light seemed to stretch infinitely towards what can only assume is upward and at its base, a swirl of liquid cloud-like entities, ranging in size from miniscule to gargantuan, all of which I feel enormous compassion for, as if I know them…or they, me, on a personal level. With what seemed like outside influence my attention is drawn towards my left, where a gateway intertwined with its surrounding but not forced in place by any means opens in a way that I can only compare to a solar eclipse.
Passing from one plane to the other is effortless and fluent with hints of excitement and nervousness. The distant horizon of heat and light permeates throughout my very being as a hurl towards it at an astounding rate and height, yet I seem to traverse no closer to it than as if I have just began my journey. I come to a slow decent and as I pass through a pool of emptiness with specs of jittery light I am suddenly blinded by rays of kaleidoscopic fury. With great effort I attempt to focus on its source, which comes to form into a structure of mass and height far beyond that of infinity. Detailed only by an organic and constant inhale and exhale of fluorescent beauty…but something is different, this structure allows me to manipulate it…only barely, by placing my hands upon it.
I begin to climb. Climb with strength that required no muscles, only by will. The higher I climb the difficulty to do so becomes far more apparent and a realization that will alone is not enough to conquer this, now obvious being. An otherworldly being far beyond the scale of human, the scale of worlds…the scale of life, and I again feel an outside influence urging me to stop, and move on…
Beams in shades of gray, blades of white and clouds of black attract my attention to my left, while simultaneously orbs of pink and reds and waves of blues and yellows break through to my seemingly extended peripheral vision. I am suddenly torn between the two, both epic and beautiful, yet without full attention they both seem blurred. So I focus on them both. And almost as soon as I make the decision to do so they begin to merge to the center of my vision becoming more and more vivid with each passing perpetual moment. Culminating in a crash of proportions only appropriate for my current state of being; lights and colors, feelings and emotions, all lost in a vortex of incomprehension.
A battle had begun.
As the Dark seems to force the Light farther an farther at my now very limited field of view I find myself feeling a great sense of loss and sadness, and begin to physically pull Light back towards me, but to no avail, it descends. With might of will and a desperation I have never felt I began to draw the light back, against the swirl and force of Dark I seem to force Light back into view, at which time Dark, began to pull as well…
As soon as it had begun, a wing of Dark and a wing of Light, cradle me as if this battle was a test. A test I will no sooner know the answer to that where it took place.
Diamonds of light dance in the distance, playfully waving and taunting me with smiles and giggles at the fact that they stay and I must go, but I am still at the very least, grateful for the wave goodbye. A gentle but hasty plunge to reality comes into focus, still wrapped in warmth and vibration I, with regret, realize that my journey has come to an end…
An end filled with emotional epiphanies, and altered states of realization as to why, how, or what this life may or may not be, but nonetheless, safe. Whatever the answers may be.
It’s the questions that drive me.
With slowly dancing light in the corner of my field of vision, I spark flame to crystal in hopes of a catalyst to a world unknown. The gentle crackle and smolder of a source no bigger that the nail of a finger and the instant loss of oxygen in my lungs, replaced only by the catalyst I have been searching for. With my instrument set carefully out of reach, I exhale, hesitantly, at the call of my body and breathe in what could be described as the first breathe of a world yet to be treaded.
With perfect precision and astounding elegance, an ability well out of reach of the realm of man, shadows dance and sway to the tones of a song not created elsewhere, shifting from a smoky shadow to free-form liquid, in a transition unidentifiable and only dwarfed in comparison to the diminishing surroundings I would ultimately learn to love to forget.
Blanketed in warmth and vibration, my vision steers from left to right, up then down…and finally in, towards my destination, carried by hands with no dimension.
A diamond shaped tunnel pulsing in colors no artist could render and growing in scale with rapid succession seems to be the path I am forced (but willing) to travel. Then, as if toying with my response time, the tunnel becomes a labyrinth of twists and dives at speeds I cannot fathom with only brief windows for which to glimpse the world I am inevitably destined to fall into…fly, into.
As swiftly as I was lifted into my path I was just as suddenly dropped from it, into a world where gravity had no reign and direction held no merit, for every which way I look are possibilities limited only by my imagination. A spire of light seemed to stretch infinitely towards what can only assume is upward and at its base, a swirl of liquid cloud-like entities, ranging in size from miniscule to gargantuan, all of which I feel enormous compassion for, as if I know them…or they, me, on a personal level. With what seemed like outside influence my attention is drawn towards my left, where a gateway intertwined with its surrounding but not forced in place by any means opens in a way that I can only compare to a solar eclipse.
Passing from one plane to the other is effortless and fluent with hints of excitement and nervousness. The distant horizon of heat and light permeates throughout my very being as a hurl towards it at an astounding rate and height, yet I seem to traverse no closer to it than as if I have just began my journey. I come to a slow decent and as I pass through a pool of emptiness with specs of jittery light I am suddenly blinded by rays of kaleidoscopic fury. With great effort I attempt to focus on its source, which comes to form into a structure of mass and height far beyond that of infinity. Detailed only by an organic and constant inhale and exhale of fluorescent beauty…but something is different, this structure allows me to manipulate it…only barely, by placing my hands upon it.
I begin to climb. Climb with strength that required no muscles, only by will. The higher I climb the difficulty to do so becomes far more apparent and a realization that will alone is not enough to conquer this, now obvious being. An otherworldly being far beyond the scale of human, the scale of worlds…the scale of life, and I again feel an outside influence urging me to stop, and move on…
Beams in shades of gray, blades of white and clouds of black attract my attention to my left, while simultaneously orbs of pink and reds and waves of blues and yellows break through to my seemingly extended peripheral vision. I am suddenly torn between the two, both epic and beautiful, yet without full attention they both seem blurred. So I focus on them both. And almost as soon as I make the decision to do so they begin to merge to the center of my vision becoming more and more vivid with each passing perpetual moment. Culminating in a crash of proportions only appropriate for my current state of being; lights and colors, feelings and emotions, all lost in a vortex of incomprehension.
A battle had begun.
As the Dark seems to force the Light farther an farther at my now very limited field of view I find myself feeling a great sense of loss and sadness, and begin to physically pull Light back towards me, but to no avail, it descends. With might of will and a desperation I have never felt I began to draw the light back, against the swirl and force of Dark I seem to force Light back into view, at which time Dark, began to pull as well…
As soon as it had begun, a wing of Dark and a wing of Light, cradle me as if this battle was a test. A test I will no sooner know the answer to that where it took place.
Diamonds of light dance in the distance, playfully waving and taunting me with smiles and giggles at the fact that they stay and I must go, but I am still at the very least, grateful for the wave goodbye. A gentle but hasty plunge to reality comes into focus, still wrapped in warmth and vibration I, with regret, realize that my journey has come to an end…
An end filled with emotional epiphanies, and altered states of realization as to why, how, or what this life may or may not be, but nonetheless, safe. Whatever the answers may be.
It’s the questions that drive me.
