HOI2_92 The Spur of Conscious on the Assault Course Shadowing Living Intrigues
Synopsis: Horizon of Infinity: The Code
Igor, the best critique of my book, highlighted a challenge in commenting, "The book reads like a code!" The editor, but as the publisher’s final read, through the chapter increased in comprehension of the convoluted universe brought to earth. I thought to ease the burden by introducing the reader to the down-to-earth passage of 92nd. Chapter, the hybrid of a newborn’s birth of body and consciousness, for the readers' pleasure to assimilate, and leading backward a unique and complex captivating storyline of a self-explanatory title Horizon of Infinity, to strike a balance that allows readers to connect with the narrated Code of universal intelligence in chapter 1’s chemistry of a universal black-luminescence.
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Flash Memoir:
The tempo of an azure bird-like flock grasps the mind, intriguing, and building up tighter and higher a rococo coif with an emergent silver lining. Not quite understanding that toddler a few months from the psychic cusp, outreaching for that child independent existence. A notion instilled that I cared recollect, though a twilight held at bay my mischief for an expectant changing weather.
That day, I walked the nascent town's short suburban arteries. Crossing a white grit lane, and onto the grass severing colonial avenue median from downtown to the lake. Across the way we walked through a series of Matchbox houses. Short of the cul-de-sac, my sister showed me through the gateway of a low wire mesh fence, and in the prolongation the paved path left turned for the perron. Prodded on, I stepped into the interior mesmerizing a white refractive ghosting off the walls. Glanced up meeting by sight the fluorescent tubes, in a scenic and cognitive progression starry dust system shocks anchoring to mind. At a life soaring pace, reaching out from a progressive soaring raw masonry. At dusk construction openings to a tenebrous infiltration kept at bay from home by candlelight’s aroused dancing shadows.
Stunned by clinical white walls, father's beaming eyes warming a shoulder cloak pressure, guiding me out from an indecisive toying of the surroundings. He twisting me around from the nurse at a desk in the far left corner and across the cubic reception room. At an acute angle from an adjacent closed door to peer in the prolongation of a doorway. Inching toward the shaded white draping, the bed corner jutted, impeding my way into the room. Moving up to mother's reassuring voice calling out, “Come, my boy.” There is nothing to be afraid of. To lay sight on her protruding dark tuft of hair from the whiteness in the far distance.
Relenting. Mother lured me every pace along the single bed. Swerving to stand by her meeting eyes. Eaten alive, I kept skeptic of the jack-in-the-box out to catch my feelings by surprise. Mother insisted, “It's your little sister!” The instant, I stole a glance across mother. Far in the crotch of her arm lies a tuft of hair framed a sleepy baby face.
The awesome shock waves of willful steel wool thunderbolts clearing my childish mind the intrigue at an evanescent pace. In occurrence my draining anxiety, soaking a downpour into the underground. Conscious thin on oxygen, meek at tracking back the recollection fabric of an ensuing peaceful everyday existence.
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To imagine a little sister, or a daughter for that matter, awaking, in the perceptions of my cognitive infancy. A quasi cosmic wisdom fledging in concert streamline music that rhyme in syllables angelic voices. In the wake of a snow crystal’s barbing parsec-ray, like a frosted areal cable, glittering a winter light shimmery to mind a lifeline of dreamy images.
My daughter's bewildered startling dark wide staring pupils, buckled in a cerebral driver's seat her auditory and light of sight beacon at the leash of the parsec-ray. Succinct a sweeping inborn wisdom, registering astronautic space impressions, while reckoning with a paradisaic angle for extrasensory perceptions.
Volition casted a lifeline that expunging on a water glaze, without a ripple bouncy and buoyant. Ice sheet reflective of its proper narcissistic cerebral present beacon in conjuncture relenting subconsciousness to the interposing willpower. Whiskers that catty in the weather track through a light stifled cathedral, a lifelong deep jungle undergrowth, the décor of living conscious trails along eventful plants grown into thick territorial claims.
Hence, my childhood's smoldering bright sunlight school playground, which at break in the cast shade around a marble game, oozed the perfume off the fabric growth in oblivion roots of clustered eucalyptus trees.
Like a swamp forest vegetative biodiversity on starry nights, bait in an underwater unconscious root grid, waking the wellbeing of mind destitute organs. Each a master of its art, like stoker on rendezvous attuned to a piston of a bodily machinery. In the spirit of mechanizing gender transition, or with foresight on rolling the cusps of the seven-year life cycles. Waging a silent babyish survival campaign with a maintenance tool box at hand.
The jungle of the mind waking to a subtle exerting auroral puppeteering at first light and an evanescent elating night breath, smoking mountainous spongy canopies. The osmotic cognitive porous balloons of a living world branding the atmosphere. Lapsing to the magic baton of a radiant upcoming sun, light and sound reverberant through whiskers capturing the most flagrant moral prevision. Disposing a biologic clockwork for esoteric considerations and a psychic routine wash through mesh the biorhythmic stroking of spectral color waves, enticing and swarming the spinal cord at capturing every nascent body cell.
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In my adulthood, I discovered while driving along a leading road in Champagne. The sight punching experience and membrane growth. Drawing across my journey and sealing behind that gigantic barrel vault of the through matter intestine. Trolling in by the crosshairs of my presence, as though bait on the ocean floor. Soon confused interacts. Like the compass of the mind, which on a routine cross-country train journey, swaps east bearings west, or vice versa. The mind at lolling pace twitching whiskers perceived by the auditory beacon of sight eventful. Mapping the labeled open virtual desk drawer, outreaching far and distant the lifeline of the memory vane. Waking up wayside décor of an unconscious dumping. Unwittingly transposing the hemisphere south and recollecting the perfume and daylight of the Highveld dry warm atmosphere. Metamorphosing a livid South African midday atmosphere, blending historic scenes ahead to a mere leading French country road.
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However, fade in memory, I sought in awesome intrigues or deceptions that spurts cold conscious shocks. The criteria of the will to move into that futile bubbly two-way mirrored air lock. Gazing through a miner's tunnel and entering the period of my infancy. Recollecting the bodily pungent sweat stinging and linings my nostrils. Late in my adulthood, I associated the hot and moist weather to the summer solstice in the immediate months following my birth. Suckling rocking in mother's arms. Irresistible to the cupped hand on my head. Soft with increased pressure turned me back repeatedly to mother's growing distress. Reading her persistent thoughts, Why aren't you feeding? In insouciance, voiceless, inherent of her wisdom, I concluded, Mother ought to know! Her anxiety abandoning me, to my relief, falling into a conscious routine sleep.
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Initiating the infancy of perception, materializing a ghosting dark crawl hand grips and foot treads. The willpower on the assault course through the field of the unconscious and dark vacuum universe of the mind. In the vicinity conscious is waking from sleep the cardinal crosshairs. Spinning the axis with virtual nimble fingers an anamorphic tying ropes with net knots. The dendritic dynamic nascent tightening bioluminescent motor, with a firefly effect, ephemeral firefly, and a prolific flickering of an apparent snowflake flurry. In numbers swarm. Densening into a sleek reflective luminescent plasma. Alchemical driving halogen lamp, a conscious cellular beacon of sight, bright and piercing rays, enticing radiating spikes breaking into the distance a pursuing pelting vacuum, with a contained glow far spreading an aureole spill waking matter.
An evolutive materializing landscape, seating a collective emergent silver lining shaping a mirage to mind at the eye of the emblematic bubbled torus. Spreading grass roots in similitude overhead grown wintry brushwood frosting an onslaught of a conscious spring infancy burgeoning firework spattering ideas. Spurring an osmotic broad minded canopy of wingy leaves fluttering a cognitive excitement brushing the warp and weft at the loom of the supraliminal waking fabric tapestry.
Staging the child of a blank cerebral white cauliflower, with the vehicular ray of volition fluttering overlapping flags wavering a spectrum of colors flowering a tribal activity. Emerging the clustered cloud, cognition riding a radiant exit pathway out linking across the countryside the next villages. Along the way caught by the eyes of a child with intrigue, and spilling the superfluous deja vu into the wayside décor.
A recollection from bushwhacked spoors, ensuing beaten tracks, to weather rutted trails, at liberating a cerebral activity. Given to focus upcoming novelties along chosen evolving scenic roads. Crossing the railway that channels afar memories. To continue through a strategic tenebrous network which closes in a materializing conscious taking. Understanding leaps through spectral vegetation, with an accelerating of headlights, peering in the night, cutting short bends, straightening stretches and speeding through shadowy forested paths. Increasing the lengths of “perception” fast advancing beyond the light beams. Construing in the aftermath faster expressway, gradually taking off and gliding, more enthusiastic sighs of hope, toward the eventual ballooning pyrotechnic thoughts.
Not that volition is losing grip, but its ecliptic casted lifeline, which at birth hangs that cerebral float in the generation millpond. Prolific, and fertilizing the submerged driving will. On the contrary, aged and depleted neurons, like a forest canopy in autumn scarce of leaves, for an organic intervention. Subjugated fewer in a neuronic hyperactive fever. The burnout facilitates to swamp the body in a dissonant choir. Collective the inadvertent neuronic porosity oozing the unconscious on the onslaught of the inherent spatial parabola, mirrors incognito simulated a singled out neuron – inconspicuous moon to enterprising smoky tentacles shadowing in and through the supportive spectral iron atom, mind crawling at leisure the universal pipe to a progressive emerging lattice.
