Usually, the music would help to calm and ease him into the sessions, he was hooked up and ready to go and his wisdom-keeper was already monitoring, but he was beginning to grow tired and if he were being honest with himself, the doubt in his mind had been growing as much as he tried not to point his conscious mind at the thought. In that moment he realized that this had been the reason for his stalled progress. This barrier of resistance he was placing in his mind was taking up precious energy that could otherwise be more usefully expended. If he were to make any progress he would need to sift through to the source that was causing it.

He took a deep and lengthy sigh, adjusted himself in his reclined seat, turned inward and quite intently took his mental stance. He stepped aside his questioning mind and began to keenly observe the thoughts that brought themselves to the surface.

“I am well aware of the experimental nature of these exercises and the potential risks involved. It is in fact why I am experimenting on myself, I wouldn’t dare have anyone else in this seat.” He thought this with a sense of determined pride thinking of how noble this risking of himself expressed his concern for others, but intertwined with this thought was the scent of the pride he felt every time he broke new ground in his work and saw his name take up more and more mind-share in cyberspace as everyone tried to decipher his true identity. He was getting quite notable especially recently, he realized. “_Is that it?_” he thought. “Am I hesitating now because I’m just doing this for the clout?” A surge of energy was beginning to rise within him from somewhere deeper, it reminded him of a scared and cornered creature. He steeled his resolve, before the questioning mind could run away with this line of thought, He zoomed in to the source of this feeling with his whole being, probing deeper. ***“It isn't the first time I have taken on such risks, In fact most such experiments end in failure.”***He admitted to himself. Yet tonight, he had a strange sense of intuitive confidence, His research was thorough and his theories only still theories, but if he was right… “if I’m right…” There and then, he saw the source of the fear that had been seeding his doubt. If he was right, the implications would be far reaching indeed and a part of himself had been refusing to acknowledge it.

With that, the mental dam in his mind collapsed as this friction point in his psyche was resolved, He could feel this torrent of energy flow through his being and despite his best efforts, was swept away deeper into himself as his body fell limp into his seat. The experiment was successful, but that was only the beginning.

Struggling to pull himself together, he tried to form coherent thoughts. It was proving difficult. He felt like an insect caught in an impossibly rigid spiders web. He knew he was many layers removed from the environment of his body and he had made sure he wouldn’t be interrupted anyway, and whatever psychic environment he had flung himself into was proving difficult to adjust to. Even before panic had a chance to rise in his mind, he began to feel at the periphery of his awareness an approaching presence, he was not alone. Instinctively, he stopped his struggling and found he could now focus his attention. “Ah, what a wonderful gift of creature-hood.” He witnessed this thought that was not his own fill the space. Its feeling so calmly disarming that he found his sense of panic completely melting away, as was the rigidity that was hampering his mobility. Whatever was approaching was somehow helping. This melting, he found, was making it possible for him to start forming the mental images he needed to start generating the space for himself in a way that made sense to his consciousness.

“I’m getting close” he heard again as the jumbled images began to order themselves into a scene. This time he vividly saw the great depth from which that thought had come,Images of impossible things and improbable worlds flooded his mind, he was met with concepts that could not be encapsulated into words, and with a humbling resign, he realized he had not been the object of interest for whatever was approaching. His presence was indeed acknowledged and appreciated, as if the event was a transaction that required both parties, but this awareness was from a different direction of consciousness all together.

He now found himself face down on moist and rocky ground, as if on the floor of a cave of infinite vastness but in which he couldn’t see beyond a few meters. He felt an oppressive gravity that held his body firmly to the ground, he was still having trouble adjusting. In the next moment, he was pulled in by the torrent of thoughts and experiences that flooded the space, so transfixed as the hazy figure seemed to search intently for something that seemed to now be close.Back in his room his arrangements were serving him. It was dead silent but only the self selected eyes could see the quite valid activity beneath the seeming stillness. On his Urbit, his wisdom keeper was faithfully recording the session. The words had started at a sluggish pace but began to pick up , at the top of the dojo, it read:

Untitled experiment

… I think this entity is searching for symbols...or something related to symbols. Its as if this frequency of concentration is brimming with the vitality of potentials, like fertile space ready for the birth of a solar system, a crossing of many probabilities highly charged but yet to be activated. I find myself taken by the attitudes of this entity and on closer inspection it makes complete sense what has gravitated us together. There is a great love for the things at the edges on both our parts.

Wisdom keepers note

[He seems to have unwittingly flung himself into a foreign psychic environment, we will need to adjust the protocols before the next session to prevent this from occurring again. His image of the spider’s web at-least allowed him a context in which a different life-form could be found in his vicinity. His imagination then proceeded to focus into his inner senses via this route. I notice that despite choosing this symbol, he did not go the direction of ‘the web as a food catcher for a spider’ but instead chose ‘the web as a symbol for a dark and neglected place’, leading to the next symbol of the dark and dingy cave. Had he chosen the former, he would probably have perceived the rest of his excursion through a fearful lens. The trust in the goodness of his being is deepening , I will continue to encourage this development.]

I see that something is beginning to give, and my presence here is acting as a sort of catalyst. It was as if the collision of our beings had triggered mechanisms that would follow our trails back to our respective realities and alter them in a radical manner. I see more, It seems that this is is not an isolated event, all of the timelines in this universe and all of the universes of time and space would be affected as events and symbols bleed through from one to the other. Such sweeping changes I conjecture, must originate from the nucleus around which all physical existences revolve.

I also see that there are many bringing themselves to similar truths in their own unique ways, from these I sense a similar kind of kinship, of relationships forgotten, and yet to be formed. The vanguard is advancing…

By now his vision had stabilized as he bounced back and forth between his own imaging of the cave and the entity’s thoughts. The oppressive gravity had receded but he did not nearly have enough energy to bother lifting himself from the ground and he was quickly running out of stamina. He merely watched the scene that had assembled itself in-front of him, he could feel incipient forms now lurking in the space, ideas that had gained enough vitality to become mobile. Filling the space was a large stack of things he would not come to comprehend until a later date, he only knew that they were somehow pulled forth from potentiality by his love for music. His focus began to wane, he was running out of stamina.Moments later he was awakening back at his station,, he would not be going through the session records until he had had time to sleep on it and see what he could draw from the experience from his dreaming. At the back of his mind he was desperately trying to hold on to the connection to music, and it was this:

“The type of fissure you have discovered is highly responsive to music, There are many others like it. Latent ‘spaces’ from which you can draw out, create, mix and match, select and choose from future probabilities. The sounds of your ancestors, and your progeny and of your very selves reverberate here. They attract to themselves incipient forms, transmuting them and sending them their way. The hour is growing late, but the tides are in your favor. After all, nothing is impossible for The Children of Time”