Galnet underworld 2 - Deus ex machina
15 Aug 2016Howard, o Pato
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4625 kHzDeath is always a topic that is both mysterious and scary.
Maybe because no one can know clearly what happens at the end of its existence until that final moment comes.
Many of the people who go through near death experiences report similar things: a warm white light and the "movie" of memories of things that lived.
Contrary to popular belief, death is not a specific moment. It is the process that begins when the heart stops beating, the lungs stop working and the brain ceases functioning.
These three factors result in a biological condition called clinical death.
Then follows a period of time, which can last from a few seconds to an hour or more, if there is emergency medical efforts may succeed in restarting the heart and reversing the dying process. What people experience during this period of cardiac arrest provides a unique window to understand that we all tend to experience during the dying process.
That said, I want to clarify that my time of death lasted about seventeen minutes. And that my perception of reality and time on this occasion can not be considered consistent. So I will try to justify this experience in the best possible way.
... From the very moment when my heart stopped.
With the last and weak flutter of my heart, all my senses were slowly off. My eyes were crystallized and body stagnant. I felt no pain, nor was panicking, but a harsh shiver went down the spine to realize that my body could not respond to any stimulus. There was a sensation of falling into the chair that represented loss, and that feeling persisted throughout the period of this ...experience.
The ship was in total silence due to lack of particles to the propagation of mechanical waves of sound, which is why I have forced myself to listen to something by vibration, hear through touch. The sense of hearing faded, clinging to its last perception in the deadly silence. I could hear then, the grinding of motors, chastising the ship. Increasingly slower, getting louder and louder, slowing the time. Each unique and explosive hammer blow of pistons to compress the fuel, consuming it, pushing my body to the infinite of a single moment. And this feeling was in me, as if the engine were an intrinsic part of my body and I were an mechanical part of the ship. It was one of the most beautiful things that happened to me. Perfect ... Thrilling. I could feel the metal alive.
My prismatic vision lighten up, giving a whitish hue to all present and future equipment in the cockpit of diamondback. And the cockpit expanded infinitely by the four dimensions and took the form of a small hypercube, moving in waves and scattering by multi-forms spilled, pictures of my memories. I consider this as the moment of the "movie" of my life.
The memories have spread by the universal moments at each completion of each multidimensional form of the hypercube, peeling off her surfaces. When completed, the memories exploded in thousands of colors and directions, bouncing off neural connections. Destroying the cube little by little. The memories still possessed me, pouring on me all the excitement generated by that specific fragment of memory. Reliving every detail of each memory, the most recent to backwards in time of mind. Bringing pain, love, flavor, vigor and all other feelings and stimuli, mental and spiritual.
The hypercube of memories was small and would fit in the palm of my hand. But I could not touch him because I was of infinite size, and he was the center of the universe. Around this universe everything was white and white was light, forming around me one tesseract tunnel of light, and the light traveling to infinity, and the infinite was a space-time warp that is expanding in multiple dimensions and moments. At the other end all was darkness and chaos. And the chaos had a great hunger and feeds on light, breaking it and drinking of her life and mine. Chaos drank all, memories, emotions and time. Consuming, voracious, every millionth of a second that I had left of homesick moments.
Recognizing the chaos, which before had not noticed because I was involved in feelings of yearning, the hypercube accelerated, twirling and swirling, exploding, throwing my memories to destruction of light and chaos. Overloading me with emotions and feelings. Shelling ever faster and decreasing such until you reach a last memory.
Right now the cube stopped suddenly, creaking like a broken engine. arrested gears. And the memory was inaccessible. A huge secret spiked in my mind. Something I need to know. A repressed memory, retained unconsciously. I was horrified at the thought that this memory could be too traumatic event that I want to remember. This terrible memory was deliberately closed by my "unconscious mind".
There was a rumbling sound beyond the skies over my head. Not like the sound of the trumpet, but like a thousand symphonies. And my ears bled for just enjoy. And it was the eloquence of the most beautiful sounds ever created. I raised my face trying to find that beautiful acoustic phenomenon that filled my heart with joy, and a golden beam of light covered me.
The light spread in waves and had the explosive power of a thousand suns. It was comfortable and welcoming. And as a kind of vibe ... I feel my whole body warm, excited ... Aching. And even hidden by thick clouds, the golden light burned all my skin and flesh.
Above the clouds came a huge right hand as big as a continent in the sky. The hand sank through the clouds, protecting me from the powerful light, healing my wounds. His fingers were slightly open where the clouds go through, pulling away negative energies. I could not see much further than his forearm, because of its immensity, it escaped my vision.
On the wrist I could see a circular mark. The brand finally proved to be a flower bud, a lotus. I was mesmerized and my heart was filled with love and I cried. And the lotus was pink and blossomed and opened, it was beautiful and perfect. All my doubts and fears were erased and realized that my mind was pure and I was at peace. The lotus exuded an aura of light that was all colors and in the center of the flower open, a hole, and inside I could see wheels turning and working like clockwork.
And the wound bled.
Blood comes from inside the lotus and flowed from the palm to the wrist, covering the lines of life and destiny, crossing the lot of saturn, towards the middle finger. Maybe I needed a knowledge of palmistry to interpret the meaning of it all.
And the blood was gold.
And a drop of gold falling gently and beneficently, like the dew, the tip of the long middle finger. An invisible explosion occurred when the drop took leave of the finger away all the clouds, clearing the weather. Light runes covered the sky and whispered with thousands of voices, were all languages and all forms of writing. And I understood that it was a message, a metaphor, and the words said in all languages ...
"Understand the Conception"
I am stunned and astounded. The gold drop across the sky and fell into my mouth, directly touched the throat. And the golden blood trickled into the lower throat. Warm. I could not do nothing but choke and scream, it was something too pure, too perfect, much more than my fragile body could endure. Gold was machine and changed me inside. Spiders microscopic androids, turning cells into gear. Blood to oil. Fluid to grease. Titanic architecture composing my bone structure. Destroying my self and creating something new and lasting.
The colossal pain woke me up ...
My body was as hot as a brazier, aching inside, and my overloaded tactile sense. I coughed and vomited lung fluids. There was no air. The heart as strong as a war drum. I was probably hallucinating when I saw the fogged helmet display, seven demons.
I was subdued by the fury and let my survival instincts take control...
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