- Vivian Demille
The Incredible Adventures of Xavier Hawk
Episode II: Into the Void, Part 1
Mannabliss Tribe Speaks
PLEASE SEE XAVIER'S BIO AND THE EXPLANATION FOR THIS SERIES ON PAGE 31 OF OUR NOVEMBER 2016 EDITION REGARDLESS OF WHAT EPISODE YOU HAVE ENTERED THIS SAGA ON.
THIS IS PART ONE OF A TWO PART MINI SERIES EXPLORING DEATH
The scribbles were coming out like lightning strikes. The lines of the sketch darting across the page in short frenetic bursts. My adrenaline was pumping. I was watching the drawing come to life more so than choosing its form. I was witness to creation. I was the sacred mother giving birth, subject to its force of nature expressing through my being. Line by line the drawing took shape. It looked like it was becoming a skeleton. Yes it was a skeleton, of that I was certain now. The party around me intruded upon my mind’s perception like an unwelcome and loud guest. The cacophonous din of the crowd’s thoughts assaulting my own. Was the dress I was wearing riding up too high or was that the thought of the girl shifting uncomfortably across from me? It must be her. I am wearing pants and a shirt. I needed to focus my attention or I wouldn't be able to distinguish my thoughts and feelings from those around me. “Focus,” I strained. I was drawing, or more precisely I was being drawn through. Was this muscle tissue that was etching itself atop the sketch of the skeleton? Are those muscle fibers? I had never witnessed such a deliberate and prescient artistic rendition of a human physique before, for the form of the skeleton easily disappeared under the increasing layers of muscle tissue and skin that my hand was automatically drawing. It was as if the drawing itself knew the skin and tissue would be overlaid. I was not in control of this process...I was subject to it as though some unseen force were compelling my entire body to contort and excrete this perfect rendition of a human body, layer by layer. As I sketching increasing layers of complexity I was being shown information. I was being taught secret lessons of the human body. I was being shown where the influx of data and resources from the outside world landed and what paths it took within a human frame.
It became too intense. There was so much information invading my stream of perception. The drawing was a life force of its own, compelling my hand, flooding my mind. Fearful to be caught in the torrential flow of information, too fast to process, I needed to focus on something else. I did not know how to surrender to the information. It had me. I was seeing/thinking/feeling/smelling/tasting too much information. It felt more like a raging river in which I would be caught. I was swept downstream with such force that my once stable perceptive reality was crashing against the rocks and outcroppings of deeper truths. I had no means of controlling the data, or steering my ship. I was the passenger swaying violently in a dizzying hurricane of information. As I looked up from the drawing in a desperate attempt to lay my eyes upon something soothing and comforting, something which didn’t assault my mind with more information, I galzed upon a small group of four individuals standing facing each other in a tight group at the party.
It was a normal enough scene, one that you often see at parties such as this. The group that came together in the same car, uncomfortable to reach out beyond their comfort zone and mingle, stood facing each other in a circle looking blithely over their shoulders every once and awhile at the party going on around them. I could see their interpersonal relationships. I could see who was in relationship with whom. I could sense the ebb and flow of their conversation even though they were out of earshot. I knew they were talking about someone here at the party because I could see the energy of their collective reaching out towards the left.
"...at the end of this night I would find myself on a hospital bed in the emergency room, heart flatlining in front of a despondent mother concerned for her child."
MANNABLISS MEDICINE FOR THE SOUL
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