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“This can’t be it, it just can’t” I said to myself as I walked down the barren streets. I was unwilling to accept this reality; there must be something more. I had created my own reality, altering my perceptions and view on reality until I came up with a world I liked. It worked for a while, I was the star in a movie and everyone around me was an actor, each playing a separate part in my little production.

I peered into the passing houses, amazed at their willingness to play the game. Mindless bodies huddled around the welcoming, warm glow of the television. In a sense, T.V is nothing short of a drug; something millions tune into each night to escape the brutish realities of their lives. The ultimate opiate for the masses. I was walking towards the beach, for a reason I did not know. It just seemed right, and I’m not one to question my impulses. The warm sea breeze felt good on my cold skin. I could taste the moist salty air and it tasted great. The smell of nature, something not tainted by man.

I arrived at the ocean, finding it deserted. Nature has nothing to compete with when everything you need comes from a box of lights in your living room. I walked down the beach and through a mirage of trees until I came to our beach. The beach my pals and I discovered that summer. Our own beach, free from the outside world. I climbed up the meditation tower we had built a few months earlier. Each week one of us would take a turn and sit up there for hours, just watching the waves crash. Filling our bodies with the drug meditation produces called happiness. I reached the end of the latter and sat there, staring at the falling sun, about to be distinguished in the heavenly body of water. Second by second the great flaming ball sank and sizzled into the sea. Just then, I remembered a conversation I had with my close friend earlier that day about perception. I argued that reality is just a mere projection of what our minds create. I believed that if someone truly believed they were flying than they could fly. He claimed that there is one true reality and that our individual realities were clouded by our egos. I pondered my friend’s words for a while and tried to find a way to disprove his theory. In a way I think our egos are not a creation of our brain, but part of the spirit of life that inhabited our bodies. Similar to the age-old your body is a vessel belief. I began to think about Jesus walking across the Red Sea, wondering if the myth was a reality. If he believed he could walk on water and his followers truly believed he could, then he could and did.

Suddenly an overwhelming force came over me and I climbed down from the tower. I started walking towards the sea and when I reached it I didn’t stop. I kept walking. Strangely I wasn’t sinking. I kept above the water. My train of thought broke and I fell into the sea. The water completely encompassed my body as I sank to the shallow bottom. I swam back to shore and pulled my drenching body out of the water and sprawled myself on the beach. For some reason, I accepted the fact that I just walked on water without any disagreeing thought. I did it, and that’s that. I stood myself up and took a few steps back from the waters intruding line. I got a running start and headed straight towards the ocean not slowing as I approached the sea. I felt the cool water on my bare feet as I sprinted into the sea. I had no plans to stop nor did I slow down. I was going to ride this as long as I could, and I knew if I kept believing I could go forever. I spotted a wave a few hundred feet in the distance. I sprinted full speed towards it, the cool breeze slapping my forehead as I pressed on. I reached the wave seconds before it crashed and placed a foot firmly at the top and jumped. I took off into the air, flying 30 feet above the water looking down with extreme delight. I flew into the air, joining the clouds in unison. I flew in and out of them dancing with glee.

I saw a man sitting in the lotus position a few hundred yards ahead of me. I gracefully glided over to him and sat cross-legged in front of me. He was deep in meditation and his eyes closed, lost in thought. As I sat, he opened his eyes and smiled in the most sincere way at me. We talked for an endless amount of time, discussing discoveries each of us had made about perception and reality. He told me how he came to the place of where we currently were. He was an old Buddhist monk from India who had came to the realization that reality does not exist after years and years of meditation. He explained to me the concept of space and time travel. He told me stories of other dimensions that he had visited from time to time. We stayed in the clouds for weeks, mainly discussing life and space. In time he showed me how it’s very possible to travel to other dimensions in the universe. I was taught the skills and mind set it takes to travel dimensions. After years of meditation and dedication I finally felt I was ready to travel to a new dimension. I sat and thought hard about entering another dimension. I believed I could and suddenly I was surrounded by all new scenery. I was in a new dimension, ready to travel, learn, and explore.

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Cosmic Charley how do you do?
Truckin' in style along the avenue
Dumdeedumdee doodley doo
Go on home, your mama's calling you

 

H-TOWN MT4B

i liked it, mellow

Proline63

Cool story man

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AYWMS NWIAm

also my hopes for the future of life.

caramelkisses

i really liked it......