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Er. Recently I've fallen in with a very interesting person. She's had a profound effect on me, and seems to be... Well, this is going to sound really cheesy and stupid, and probably crazy (as well as self-important and dramatic) so bear with me. Inside me is darkness. Inky, black. When I close my eyes and listen down into myself it's like a slick of oil, spilling and throbbing and writhing like a living thing, absolute and black. This is how it looks. Not feels, looks. Anyway, I've been finding happiness in strange places since I opening myself up with this new person through various rituals. And now there's a light. It's infrequent, sweeping. The most accurate visual representation would be analagous to a deep-sea research vessel, sweeping spotlights over the ocean floor a million miles down where no sun ever shines. I can see fragments in the darkness now, when I meditate. Real things. As real as if they were directly in front of me, not imagined. Flickering glimpses as it sweeps across mechanical, moving things, like turbines, blue and green, luminous, spinning. Rooms, angles, the cast shadows in blue and purple and deep green across smooth, contoured walls of living and moving things. And then something different, deeper down through everything else. That scene in Alien, where the camera sweeps across the pipes and you can see the alien, nestled in, enmeshed and hidden, just barely, imagine. It's white like bone, glistening, inhuman, like a skull, but not of any organism I know, wrapped in some sort of opalescent flesh pitted with dark folds and sockets, far more numerous than anything I know, except maybe the chitinous remains of a particularly meanacing spider. But so much more... streamlined, sleek. A work of beauty and perfection. The light crossed it briefly. Part of it's head, a portion of chest visible. It noticed and withdrew, filled me with fear. The light swept back and it was further, I could see less, and again as it shrank further into the darkness. It's like I'm hunting something inside my own mind. It feels dangerous. Warning me away, and of course I'm curious. The woman I mentioned, she's frightened of getting close to me again, magickally. The last time she tried she wound up flipping out, jumping across the room and curled up twitching in the corner opposite me, saying that I looked like I 'had no eyes and was full of giant holes and it was sad and scary' and so. The vague description she gave fit what I'd seen, although I had not told her, and when questioned she said that yes, it had been white. So I'm wondering here if anyone has had any experiences with similar things, and if so, could I get a heads up on what I'm dealing with here? |
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