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I've hit another singularity. For weeks I've been aware I'm being drawn towards a point. Finding myself with compulsions to do things which go beyond the boundaries I've become accustomed to. As if some unseen item in my personal future was pulling me to a point of realization. It can make me a tad edgy. Drawing me into other compulsions designed to maintain stability. With so much compelling me it's easy to get lost. By compressing moments I begin to see where the compulsions come from. Allowing me to change.
That's when things start to become irrational. Reality as I perceive it ceases to be singular. My awareness reaches beyond and I begin to perceive three overlapping realities. I'm used to it happening. So used to it that I'm capable of visualizing what I'm seeing in four dimension. A visualization which hands me a picture of meta-reality. Something which allows me to slide between worlds if only can stay still long enough.
This is when I begin to find myself at odds with consensus. Because now I'm beginning to discuss magick. Doing so is a classic symptom of Schizophrenia. Something which has been used to highlight how unwell this makes me. But I can't deny the evidence of my senses any more than you can. I may be mistaken about specifics, but I'm not wrong in general. For what I see is magick. It's just not politically correct to say so.
Tonight I shall open a tiny hole in the universe. Create a representation of my model and allow it to expand. Balance the energies its growth will release. Collapse overlapping realities into a zero point. Wrap a piece of my core self around its matrix. When I'm done talking with it I shall release it. Tomorrow the energy will dissipate. Enticing probabilities to collapse in a way which allows insight into things consensus says are unseeable.