My mind teleporting itself to multiple universes is a constant in my life. Each individual universe is connected in a fractal-like fashion, consisting of spindly chains of universes in arms not unlike the Milky Way’s spiral arms. Imagine the famous Mandelbrot Set: narrowing in on a particular point will reveal the set’s characteristic bulbous shape, but scaled down; in the same way, zooming in on a set of temporally-linked universes will eventually reveal a branching-out shape not unlike the central shape of the multiverse.
Within the center of the hundred or so main branches of the multiverse exists the Void, which is akin to a restricted version of the night sky, in that any splattering of color created by the Moon or stars is replaced with a pitch black background and infinitely many, infinitesimally thin white dots, dubbed the Illumines. Upon initial entry, several perception changes occur simultaneously. The Illumines seem to revolve around me as if I were inside an active gyroscope with Illumine-strung frames; however, just as the Earth’s rotation gives the illusion of the Sun revolving around it, I am indeed the one rotating. An absence of matter and energy means nothing is towing my center of mass anywhere… that is until now. Instantly after imagining a downward force, I could sense my inertia weakening as my body accelerates
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Although my rotation slows, the Illumines are still swirling around; that, along with the gritty vomit creeping up my throat, leads me to believe that my
An interminable space of swaying drowsiness, stirring, floating, quiet and murkiness were wrapping me few moments ago. “What is happening to me?”, I pondered noiselessly while stunned by my abruptly tilting universe. I attempted to respond with any movement just to give a sign of life, a shout for assistance however I essentially proved unable.
This is the sphere, where your eternal self dwells, while the “Brahma Nights” descend upon our world and evolution. You may leave this sphere at will at an instant, but know this: This indescribable sphere holds the indestructible, eternal existence.”
The pixies leader looked at the quartz and garnets with interest. He flew closer and picked up a medium size quartz crystal and bit into to to check whether is was real or not. Once he was satisfied he agreed.
Kevin and I stepped into a whole new world in the fall of 2009. We began our degree program at Emmanuel School of Religion, which is now called Emmanuel Christian Seminary. We were working on our Masters of Arts and Religion. I was excited and nervous about going back to college. Our first day was terrifying. Kevin and I attended orientation the week prior to classes starting. There was a definite realization this academic program was going to be a challenge. However, I wanted a challenge. On the first day of class, we started with Greek. Our professor was Dr. Marwede. He opened the class with a test. He came over to my chair first and handed me a paper with a list of Greek words on it. My immediate reaction was shock, which Dr. Marwede realized I was overwhelmed by the look on my face. He told the class we could take it home as homework. Many of the students in the Greek class had previous experience with Greek; however, Kevin and I had no knowledge at all. We were overwhelmed. We were assigned five chapters and told to return the next day for a quiz with our homework.
It was the summer of 2012, my brother Ashton and I were in Hollywood, FL on vacation. We had been fishing since eight in the morning and we were bored out of our minds, so we hopped in a canoe and set off to what is the most thrilling event of my life. We were not prepared physically or mentally for what we were about to encounter.
I found this week’s reading in the course text on custom fitting shotguns to be quite interesting because I’ve almost always had a shotgun in my home, but I’ve never done any work to customize the scatter guns I’ve owned… I think That’ll be changing pretty soon. Prior to getting into shotguns in this course I never had an idea as to how some custom work could enhance the performance of a shotgun. I knew there was a ton of work that could be done, but because I was never really into wing shooting or whatnot I never saw how it might help me out.
I think today went really well! I had the same patient as last week so I think that after last week and not knowing what to expect today I was much more confident and comfortable with the process. I was way more comfortable with giving the medications and how to document on her MAR. One positive learning experience from today was in the post discussion I learned a lot about different types of laxatives and how they differ. Additionally, I learned why a lot of geriatrics are put on a laxatives.
Glancing at the keys and nodding, he set the metronome and tapped his foot getting the beat physically and let his fingers glide over the keys. Letting the music seep into him as he had played the complex piece over and over again demanding himself to be perfect. Striking each key was perfectly timed and showed the emotion he had made it sound sharp and crisp. Steve kept nodding as he then glanced downward he saw the ivory keys along with his fingers coated in a rich scarlet hue. His fingers bleeding. The pain shot through his fingers as the heat engulfed the slender fingers . It was the fire again! Attempting to put the fire out that now chewed at not only his fingers but the piano as well it only ended with the man sitting up in a blind
As I sit here now as a senior and look back at my past, I realized I would not change it. I grew up being a military daughter and since I did, there were many tears that ran down my face. During my elementary through 9th grade years, I would say I grew up without having my dad, due to the fact that he was stationed somewhere and my mom just wanted to stay in Oklahoma to keep her job. I remember all the good times I had with my dad when he was home such as going fishing, playing soccer, or just spending time with my him. I was a daddy's girl, I always loved to spend time with him while he was home. I usually got to see my dad on Christmas and that was the only holiday I spent with him. Then halfway through my first year of high school, he retired
Nevertheless, the comforting white clouds began to stretch and darken swirling themselves into a silvery metallic vortex. Majestic and alive a giant eye looked down upon me, with a menacing gleam, like it wanted to toy with me then changed its mind due to mere insignificance within its domain, and more important business for itself. My tiny body amid this vast strange universe, staring at the gunmetal clouds, overcome with motion sickness that I had never experienced before. Otherworldly, the impossible spinning waves tunneled through my cells, and with it this time – the smell of death. It hit like a copper truck slamming into me creating a hole to dump its load of rotten eggs, human waste, cheap perfume, and rotting meat forcing my cells to explode from the inside out. It ignited a force of nausea in me so strong my head jerked and I blew out blood, vomit, and a silvery black ooze into my regulator. I kept purging the exhaust valve of excess blood, vomit, and liquid metal. The distinct smell of death became a taste I couldn’t expel. An unholy taste of metallic death. The opposite spinning double waves kept moving through me, shattering my core with its opposing directions.
I entered this crazy world on June 10th 2001 with a full head of hair and screaming as loud as I could with only one sister always wondering what I was. Apparently some weird alien thing that just appeared in her life at the age of two. Over the years I learned that I was in love with animals. I had 2 cats and a bearded dragon named Kristna ,who would constantly chase me around my sister's room while my sister just laughed. My sister and I were always very different. I was always into hair and makeup she was more into dinosaurs and cars but somehow we always made it work. Whether it was “doing the dinosaurs hair or having my barbies get run over by her race cars we always seemed to have the best of times. We grew up always playing together
Summer is supposed to be the time to relax, but I cannot necessarily say that is how I spent mine. From the beginning to the end I felt as though I was never home. Between the team camps I attended to the vacations I went on, my suitcase was always full. Yet it was busy, I cannot say it was a bad summer.
Think about your favorite place, everyone has one. Whether it’s sitting in your bedroom covered in blankets, in the woods on a hike, or with all your friends at a party, everyone has a place that they go whenever the opportunity presents itself. For me, now, it’s downtown Chicago. If you would’ve asked me that question a few years ago, it would’ve probably been somewhere close to home. That was before I realized how much I loved traveling, and how much I loved being places that were different from what I was used to. But if I wouldn’t have traveled like I have, I would’ve never known.
As I stood up from my seat, I felt blood rushing through my veins; felt the temperature rising in my cheeks; felt the piercing gaze of the upperclassmen looking at me - the nervous, timid freshman walking down the aisle to the front of the theater.
It was a beautiful Sunday afternoon at my baseball tournament in Evanston, when I heard my coach say "Joey can you come over here for second" in a very uneasy tone. It was shortly after that when me and my teammates realized what had happened. My friends mom got into a horrific car accident that morning. Apparently she was on her phone and ended up slamming into a semi-truck in front of her on I-55. It all seemed so unreal because that morning we drove Joey to the game because his mom was running errands. Fortunately, she was lucky enough to survive the bad accident and only have few temporary injuries.This Crash hit my one of my best friends really hard. It was hard for him to imagine what would happen next, if his mom would ever be the same. This then fell onto my plate as I felt so bad for Joey. I told everyone I knew about her experiences and didn't want anyone else’s family to go through. This all happened because of a simple distraction. What was even worse in my mind was that It's such an easy problem to solve as so many car companies have bluetooth phone capabilities so you can talk on the phone while keeping your eyes on the road in important situations instead of texting.