Tremors

The first tremor was when I was eight.

Standing from my chair, I looked around

the classroom, fellow students looming -shrouding and foreboding in my vision.

Lost as in a trance I left the room - their faces dancing and held in check as I faded to grayness down the long hallway.

Walking to the bathroom under the thin, steel awning, below the hammering, summer sun I was struck mindless by reverberations passing through my body surging as if electrical currents.

Seeing for the very first time that the people in my world, the ones I already knew and the many I would come to meet over time were

of significance and design for the benefit of this, my singular experience.

Life, as I knew it at that luminous moment was a messy and sprawling creation orchestrated by an illusion of self known as me.

I am God.

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My second tremor was at twenty three.

Adrift after four days of not sleeping from a state nurtured by a diet of lysergic acid.

I sat staring the length of my living room, the entire space breathing and pulsing with life force, interconnected by intricate yet ordered patterns of shimmering dimensional illumination.

Thats when the strings first appeared.

watched them for the longest time

Hell, I was a part of their perfect labyrinth

They were luminous and beautiful

as they rang of joy and symmetry

I plucked and played them

Like a harp

My fingers tingling......

The strings responded to my touch

they obeyed and shimmered

as I altered that landscape

and changed the world

I didn't want them to go

They have to though

Glimpses are all we get

in this fixed realm

It was a realization after all

and.....

realizations are funny like that

Everything counts

Everything matters

Everything zings

Take it from a friend

who has been placed here

........... for your benefit and experience