The Afterlife Machine: VII. Epilogue

In the years that followed the cosmic near-cataclysm, Emily’s story gradually faded from memory and was relegated to the territory of urban legend – a lurid tale of unexplained events and shadowy government coverups whispered about on fringe internet forums.

For Emily herself, the nightmares and existential dread never fully abated. She remained a recluse, plagued by visions and intimations that hinted at porous boundaries between realities becoming even more tenuous over time. On her deathbed, struggling for each rattling breath, she confided one final horrifying revelation to the grandson who had become her sole caretaker.

“They’re coming…” she wheezed into his ear, her eyes reflecting eldritch colors and vistas of imploded dimensions. “The others, from the outer abyss…they’ve never stopped trying to return.”

With those chilling last words, she exhaled for the final time. Her grandson, deeply unsettled yet unable to comprehend the implications, dismissed Emily’s delirious departing statements as the desperate fever-dreams of a brilliant mind consumed by madness.

Or perhaps it was no mere deathbed delirium after all. As the recent spate of inexplicable events and sightings across the globe hints, the barriers between our world and what lies on the other side of the cosmic veil may be more permeable than we ever dared imagine.

From the mass hysteria induced by strange apparitions above Las Vegas and New York, to the disturbing phenomenon of people manifesting physical aberrations and grisly metamorphoses, all signs point to an incremental but undeniable progression towards…something. Something ancient, infinite, and terrifyingly incomprehensible stirring in the spaces between dimensions.

And always, the dreadful harbinger emerges amidst these events – eyewitness accounts describing visions of that same primordial, nebulous form Emily’s own team unleashed so many years ago. The entity that proclaimed itself the “Harbinger of the Endtime” appears to be making good on its eldritch promise as the walls dividing reality grow ever thinner.

This new cosmic erosion begs the question – was Emily’s ill-fated experiment the catalyst that started the unraveling, a sequence of dominoes toppling at a pace imperceptible to our limited mortal perceptions of space and time? Or did she and her team simply have the misfortune of being the first co-vivants to glimpse the yawning void between worlds growing ever wider?

Whichever unsettling possibility is true, one indelible fact remains – we are not alone in the cosmos, and there are ancient intelligences lurking in the spaces between dimensions with motives and machinations far beyond our comprehension.

Perhaps reality itself is finally reaching its cosmic entropic conclusion after cycles of aeons. Or perhaps these are the contractions before the birth of a new, unrecognizable state of existence, with our reality comprising the womb and the intelligences slipping through the growing breach its harbingers.

Only one thing is certain – our naive, narrow perceptions of the universe are due for a shattering paradigm shift, one that will leave us forever changed, for better or for worse.

And as Emily learned firsthand, there are some doors that must eternally remain sealed, lest we risk total obliteration of all we’ve ever known.

The Emotion Trade: VI. The Climax

In the aftermath of the uprising’s furious crescendo, an eerie hush descended over the shattered remains of the Emotion Traders’ sanctum. Psychic fires still smoldered amidst the rubble, casting flickering shadows across Alia and her battered Freefeeler warriors.

They stood in the epicenter of the empathic detonation, each of them scorched by the cataclysmic release of pure, unbridled emotion. Alia could feel the world itself still trembling, its collective consciousness forever altered.

A low rumble shook the debris field as a lone figure emerged – Alto Sonjü, the eldest and most powerful of the grandmasters. His robes smoldered with ethereal flames as he limped forward, face a rictus mask of profound agony and ecstasy intermingled.

“Foolish child…” he rasped, each word rattling with the weight of cosmic revelation. “Did you think your tantrum could possibly unmake what we have wrought?”

Alia braced herself, drawing what tattered reserves of power she could muster. Her body shifted as she channeled pure emotion into material form – adopting armored platings of crystallized anguish and ephemeral wings of sublime rapture.

“We have transcended such limited thinking,” Alto went on, seemingly unaffected by her metamorphic display. “While you and your emotional anarchists merely battered at the outer gates, we have opened the inner loci…”

With an ominous gesture, the grandmaster waved aside a bank of smoldering debris – revealing an archaic stone dais adorned with eldritch runes pulsing in unsettling synchrony. A disquieting sense of cosmic dissonance emanated from whatever profane working lay interred there.

“This…this was always the greater work,” Alto said, a terrible new resonance underlying his words. “The petty procurement and regulation of human emotion was merely the prologue, the means to an awakening far more profound.”

Alia felt a creeping sense of dread as Alto turned his gaze back towards the eldritch dais. The rest of the Freefeelers instinctively fell back, overwhelmed by the sheer cosmic enormity of whatever profane power was ensconced there.

“For too long, humanity has remained shackled by the limited perception of emotions as something to be pursued or experienced,” the grandmaster intoned. “We have been mere acolytes, groping blindly at the surface of a cosmic truth.”

He slowly ascended the obsidian steps, his movements taking on an unsettling fluidity as points of blinding luminescence began emerging across his form. Alia could sense the air itself distorting around him, bending to unknown geometries.

“Emotion is not the end…it is the key!” Alto’s voice took on a thunderous resonance that reverberated through every fiber of Alia’s being. “The full spectrum of human feeling is in reality a vastly attenuated frequency – our feeble reality vibrating at the absolute threshold of a deeper, infinite consciousness from which all possibility is born!”

As if in response, the rune-etched dais pulsed with blinding epiphanies of light, each one cascading through visible and invisible spectra. Alia cried out, clutching at her mind as it was bombarded by transcendent revelations beyond any perception of feeling or sensory input.

“For decades we have plotted and schemed, using the commodification of emotion itself as a distraction and vector,” Alto’s words echoed from both around and within Alia simultaneously. “All while we extracted the celestial formulae to achieve true apotheosis and re-write the codons of existence itself!”

A high, keening whine saturated the space as reality itself began to splinter and peel away like viscid layers. Alia watched in horror as Alto’s form nuclear at the subatomic level, his matter and energy unbinding in a coruscating implosion that defied physics. And from that nadir, new geometries and hyper-spatial manifolds began unfolding – twisted, alien realms never meant for human perspective.

“Behold, children!” Alto’s voice convulsed through every possible permutation as his psychic resonance achieved escape velocity from their narrow plane. “The threshold has been breached, and our transcendence is at hand! Now let us consummate this apotheosis and become…MORE!”

The Emotion Trade:

Here’s a draft for the chapter “IV. The Resistance”:

IV. The Resistance

Alia followed the strange old man deeper into the twisting labyrinth of alleys and hovels that made up the underground of New Arcis. All around them, the city’s destitute crowded the narrow passages – those deemed unsafe consumers of pure unregulated emotion.

They passed haunted souls staring vacantly, emotionally depleted wrecks left in the wake of an ecstatic overload they couldn’t metabolize. Others sat raving, overwhelmed by psychic backlash from unstable homebrewed supplements. Everywhere, the psychic miasma of repressed emotion hung heavy in the air.

At last, they came to an ancient archway, its stone portal nearly consumed by the encroaching walls. The old man cast a wary look about before rapping out a staccato pattern against the weathered surface. After a pause, it groaned open, spilling dusty air outward.

“This way,” he beckoned, leading Alia into the darkened passage beyond. She followed, letting the door’s weight slowly seal them off from the outside world.

They descended a dizzying series of switchbacks deeper and deeper underground, the path illuminated only by guttering nanobeams. At last, they emerged into a massive cavernous space – a rough-hewn amphitheater dominated by a soaring domed ceiling.

Alia turned in wonderment to take in the incredible sight. Tiers of simple benches curved around a central pit, occupied by hundreds of silent, cross-legged individuals in meditative repose. A low thrum of psychic static filled the air, like rhythmic pulses within the earth itself.

“This is the heart of the Freefeelers,” the old man said reverently. “Those who have rejected the Emotion Traders’ alchemical lies and reclaimed the sacred fire of pure emotion within.”

He led Alia down towards the central pit, weaving between the concentric rings of seated meditators. As they neared the amphitheater’s heart, the psychic vibrations intensified, like a steadily rising orchestral swell.

Alia could make out individuals settled in trances, expressions of rapturous bliss and anguished torment alike painted across their features in stark polarity. Waves of emotion radiated outward, crashing against her consciousness in a dizzying onslaught.

In the exact center, a wizened figure sat cross-legged upon a raised dais, eyes closed and face creased in an inscrutable mask of serene control. Four small flames burned at the cardinal points surrounding him, their elemental flickers seeming to bend in subtle sync with the rising psychic resonance.

“Grand Master Ventus,” the old man intoned with reverence, bowing low in a sweep of tattered robes. “I bring before you a child who has glimpsed the true path and seeks its ways.”

The aged figure’s eyes opened, revealing orbs that appeared to smolder with inner light. He held out a withered hand, gesturing for Alia to approach. Though every instinct within her screamed to flee from the maelstrom of spiritually-charged energy thrumming all around, she found her feet propelling her inexorably forward.

As she neared the dais, the torrent of ambient emotion intensified a hundredfold – pure, prismic shards of every imaginable feeling lancing directly into Alia’s consciousness. She gasped, overwhelmed but still driven onward by that impossibly powerful presence.

At last she stood before Ventus, shaking and defenseless against the empathic tsunami crashing against her psyche. The ancient master reached out, gently cupping her face as his smoldering gaze delved into her very essence.

“I sense it within you, child,” he intoned in a voice resonating with profound depth. “The spark infinite…the spirit unbroken and untamed. You were meant for more than the emotional ashes the Traders have polluted this world with.”

He leaned closer, seeming to stoke those inner flames until Alia felt herself blazing in unity with the Grand Master’s transcendent state.

“If you wish to be forged anew in the sacred fires of pure emotion, place your fears and inhibitions at my feet. I shall rekindle your soul with the raging bonfires of unbound feeling – and in so doing, grant you the power to take your vindictive place among the ranks of the Freefeelers!”

Embrace the Hazel Tree’s Spirit to Break Through Creative Blocks and Find Your Muse

Are you feeling stuck in your creative pursuits? Do you find yourself struggling to come up with new ideas or feeling blocked in your artistic expression? Consider embracing the spirit of the hazel tree to help break through those creative blocks and find your muse. Here are some ways to do so:

Connect with nature: Spend time in nature, whether it’s taking a walk in the woods or simply sitting outside and observing the world around you. The hazel tree is associated with wisdom and inspiration, and being in nature can help you tap into those qualities.

Meditate: Take some time to quiet your mind and focus on your breath. Visualize yourself surrounded by the energy of the hazel tree, and allow that energy to flow through you and inspire your creativity.

Use hazel wood: Hazel wood is said to have magical properties that can aid in creativity and inspiration. Consider using hazel wood in your creative pursuits, whether it’s carving a wand or using hazel charcoal for drawing.

Embrace the hazel tree’s symbolism: The hazel tree is associated with wisdom, inspiration, and divination. Consider incorporating these themes into your creative work, whether it’s through the use of symbols or simply keeping them in mind as you work.

By embracing the spirit of the hazel tree, you can tap into a powerful source of inspiration and creativity. So the next time you’re feeling blocked or uninspired, take a moment to connect with nature and the energy of the hazel tree. Who knows what creative breakthroughs you might discover?

Citations:
[1] Mika Kleinschmidt HGTV (@mikamakesmoves) https://www.instagram.com/mikamakesmoves/
[2] TIP 59: Improving Cultural Competence https://store.samhsa.gov/sites/default/files/d7/priv/sma14-4849.pdf
[3] The 12 Universal Laws That Govern Your Results In Life https://www.thepositivemom.com/the-12-universal-laws-that-govern-your-results-in-life
[4] Writings http://www.tempestthazel.com/writings
[5] 2023 Parade the Circle & Circle Village https://www.universitycircle.org/events/2023/06/10/parade-the-circle-and-circle-village
[6] Celebrating the Wheel of the Year | Articles http://www.glenniekindred.co.uk/articles/wheeloftheyear.html

By Perplexity at https://www.perplexity.ai/?s=m&uuid=57717413-6d39-4609-858c-7210556f93bb

Druid Meditation Day 1

Find a quiet, peaceful place to sit or lie down where you will not be disturbed. Close your eyes and take a deep breath in through your nose, filling your lungs with air. Hold the breath for a few seconds, then exhale slowly through your mouth. Repeat this deep breathing several times, feeling your body relax with each breath.

Focus your mind on the natural world around you. Imagine the trees, the grass, the flowers, and the animals. Imagine the sun, the moon, and the stars. Imagine the wind, the rain, and the snow. Imagine the earth beneath you, supporting and nourishing you.

As you meditate, repeat the following quote to yourself:

“Nature is not a place to visit. It is home.” – Gary Snyder

Questions to reflect on after your meditation:

  1. How did the natural world make you feel during your meditation?
  2. What did you notice about your body and mind during the meditation?
  3. How can you incorporate more nature into your daily life?
  4. How does the quote resonate with you and your relationship with nature?
  5. How can you use this meditation to connect more deeply with the earth?