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...awakening to dreams

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expanding inward...

effervescing

reality potential in vibrational flux

rising in response to my thoughts

energy>motion

E/motion

filling space with my desire

before, the cities depressed her

but then, she started to sing

no lyrics, no words,

but a clear single tone

a hum

she practiced the pitch

modulating her frequency until...

she achieved a resonant harmony with the

#Noosphere

the

#greenweb

the

#gaienmind

she intoned the vibe day and night, pressed her bare feet to the only patch of naked earth she accessed...

and thus she begat

Sure,

many things can change our perspective of reality

drugs

emotions

dreams

time...

but these are fleeting, momentary lapses in the otherwise cohesive grid of agreed upon normality.

And this was something more... something growing and building. Lasting past the ride of a psychedelic high and its consequential reconfiguring of selfhood. These were permanent, unexplainable changes in the structure of observable existence, and they were becoming more frequent

more intense

It had indeed started slowly, with identifiable changes that could be described;

"see there? a rosebush that appears to give off its own illumination! a prismatic glowing!"

Laughable, but disconcerting in its persistence! Mystifying with no way to make it stop!

Return to normal? The definition was becoming more flexible, the strangeness was hidden from No One.

Novelty was spreading, most were shrugging it off, continuing the mundane routine of their familiar existence.

Until some bizarre thing made them stumble, taken aback, glancing about...

A poll3n was in the air, many were allergic, craving relief from odd phenomenon.

Many more began to relish it

dance in it

Something...anamalous