Part III - Once Encased

Now that we are fully encased, it must be understood that there is no turning back. All that can be done is to be turned around by the full spectrum and its inability to be rational on the edge of shallowness. Please look under your seats and notice that there are no life preservers, for you are responsible for your own misinterpretations if the craft we're in dives deeper than you have ever been before. There are safety precautions, however, it has been decided to keep them out of your reach in order to detonate more than a mere terrifying shock.

As you can see, the blends of colors in the textures of your own sense of reason have been altered by expectation and its annoying companion, promise. Be advised that sanity is only maintained when the subject you are encountering has a relevance to the events that brought you together. If you agree that personal perception is the only modifier of your personal salvation, then there is hope to cling to should you find that every aspect of your belief system has been dislodged from your past programmers.

Now that you have fully disengaged from all that you think is real, it will be made clear that the feeling you are experiencing is that which has before been referred to as free fall. This wingless sensation allows you to drift from where to when and how to why. Feel the wind through your hands as time rings for no one at all. Glide from fiction respectability, from truth and its dysfunctional to complacency and its compliance. Feel the air stream through your body as if you are nothing but a shepherd's pipe that summons the heard.

Watch the clouds dissipate and what is left is magic in the palm of a wizard of distortion. Look in the skies and watch as the stars sprinkle like fairy dust in the eyes of the most innocent. Sense the curtain falling on your disbelief's, taking them to the floors below your feet while you twist like a sparrow in a flight of frenzy. Feel you lungs expand with endlessness as they dissect the oxygen in the breath of boredom. Dream deeper as we are thrown beyond our selflessness into an open meadow that is known as the consciousness.

See yourself as you have always been. Naked under the rhetoric of all of those that defined you. Those voices with untiring tongues that lectured frailty into you like large hammers pounding on splintered nails that were driven into your mind in order to close it from any alternate thought, even if it was your own. Understand that the light you notice in the distance comes from your personal understanding of who you are, even if you realize that all this is occurring in the mind of a creative. But, is this my mind or is it yours?