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Great Beyond - Chapter IV
Brodie Parker continues his
exploration of life beyond death.
didnt actually move; not that I could tell. There was no sound
or light. The drink Urimaru gave me had removed all tactile sensation.
Without lungs, I had no use for breath so there was no odor. Without
cells to supply with glucose there was no need for ingestion, therefore
there was no taste. I was completely cut off from every sense I
had ever known, but I didnt care. I was way too drunk to care.
There is no way
of knowing how long I was in this state. Ten seconds? Ten thousand years?
Comfortable blackness, all enveloping and utter, was all I knew. Without
your senses you become truly introspective. I gradually became aware
of places in my mind that I hadnt explored in years. I began to
recall with perfect clarity even the most insignificant details from
my past. My memories went farther back than I had ever thought possible.
I reviewed several scenes from my childhood with an odd detachment that
sometimes comes when you drudge up old time. I suppose everyone romanticizes
their own story to some extent or another. Looking back on myself objectively
left a bad taste in my mouth, (so to speak). I was watching my first
fencing match over and over, making note of all the mistakes I made;
crappy posture, sloppy footwork, horrible timing and wild, unpracticed
swings. Engrossed as I was, it took me a while to notice something itching
in my mind somewhere. I stopped concentrating and plunged immediately
back into the still blackness. The itch was still there, and when I
pushed at it with my mind suddenly Urimaru appeared in front of me.
The itch stopped, but his face wrinkled slightly and I felt another
start up in different place. When I touched it his voice resounded in
"Thats better. Youre coming along nicely. Some people
take forever to find the itch. I love taking on students like you; its
so rare to find a pupil willing to take some initiative."
"Where are we?"
"Were still in my study. I cut off the senses that the spirits
didnt take care of, and watched while you explored your mind.
Youre developing quickly, a surprising number of people have trouble
navigating their own consciousness. When you were ready I pushed on
a part of your mind that you had to find and connect with. Its
a part that youve never used before, so I couldnt just barge
in and drag you back through. You had to open the door, I just knocked
"What part did I open?"
"You arent seeing me with eyes right now. You dont
have eyes any more, and there is no light for eyes to see here. Light
is not the only vehicle which may be used to get visual information
to your mind. Its the same with your ears. Theyre gone,
and so are sound waves. What you are hearing now is what you would call
telepathy. All the senses you had in your body and many, many more can
be received by your mind in a nearly infinite number of ways. You are
bound only by your own imagination, which is infinite in and of itself.
Your old brain was capable of many of these
shortcuts, if you will,
however, it was far too finite a space to stuff all of your consciousness
into. Now you are able to freely explore all of your mind, though it
will speed things up considerably for me to help you discover some of
the less obvious aspects."
"When do I get the perspective you mentioned?"
"In a moment. First lets work on your control." He stood
behind me and closed his eyes. His mouth didnt move, but I could
hear him clearly in my mind. "Picture a saber in front of you."
I immediately called up an image of a full tang, single edged piece
of Toledo steel in my mind. I pictured it with a simple cross guard
and a razor edge. As I concentrated, I could feel the itch along unfamiliar
places in my mind. The process was very fluid; the itch seemed to run
along exact pathways and like before it vanished as soon as I poked
at it. When I finished, the weapon was suspended in the void in front
of me. I could see every detail in perfect clarity.
"Good. Now lift it by the hilt, and get familiar with manipulating
"I dont have a body anymore. What do I lift it with?"
"With your will. When you had a body, you exercised your will on
your physical form to manipulate objects. Lifting a sword with your
hand is a perfect example of the fact. But now, instead of using neurons
and muscles youre going to leave out all the unnecessary flak
and do it the easy way."
I could sense his patience. He had obviously done this several times
before, but there was no ridicule for my inexperience or annoyance at
even the slowest points of my progress, and absolutely no hurry. He
was a perfect teacher.
"So this is telekinesis?"
"If you want to call it that. One thing this exercise is intended
to help you realize that physical matter is more illusory than your
soul. The sword in front of you is now real. It wasnt there a
moment ago, then you thought it up and now there it is. You have a great
deal more license to create when you can use all of your potential."
"You mean my body wasnt real? Or my house or my car or my
"No, its all real. I mean that the world you create for yourself
is more real, more visceral than the one you were born into; that was
somebody elses world."
"This should be freaking me out, but Im still wasted. How
long does this stuff last?"
"Until I tell you how to turn it off. Dont let the universe
get to you. Its always been like this, but now you know about
it. There are stories within stories within stories. Each new creation
spawns a dozen more. Dont shut out the truth, just make it your
own. Were all someones character in a story they made up,
or are making up as they go."
"Is there any way of knowing who?"
"I dont know, Ive never tried to find out. Maybe its
God. Maybe its that nut-job I ran into during the Six Days War.
Maybe were doing it to ourselves. I dont think I care to
know just yet. We all grow and learn at our own pace. If you try hard
enough Im sure youll find all the answers youre looking
I had been brandishing the saber, slicing at the blackness with finely
edged steel controlled entirely by my volition. It felt natural and
effortless; as free flowing as thought and as fast. Behold I am become
"Youre learning quickly. We can move on as soon as youre
I placed the sword in the empty space where it hung motionless. "O.K."
I felt ready for anything. He moved in front of me, and told me to look
into his eyes. They were empty and as black as the void around us. I
concentrated on the blank space; let myself be drawn into it. I felt
myself pulled sharply into a rapport with him. His voice told me soundlessly
to hold on to my hat. What followed made me understand Urimarus
reason for getting me drunk first. I felt us move outward in all directions
at once; growing larger and larger and taking in more and more of the
great cosmic wonders of space and time. We passed through star systems,
then galaxies then farther outward and stopped suddenly at a point where
we could enter eternity, rolling out in both directions. Had I been
sober when we did this I would most probably have gone mad. I was clinging
tenaciously to the comforting buzz and looking into a large section
of space and time which included the creation of Earth up through the
end of my mortal life.
In this cross section, I could observe any point in history at any place,
and was astounded in no small degree to discover that it all touches
all the time. I took some physics classes in college and some astronomy.
I had heard some lectures about cosmology and quantum physics, and while
I thought I had a handle on it, I was grossly unprepared for a first
hand view. I gaped awe struck at the mechanics of the universe and felt
new respect for the people who dare to try to get a serious handle on
what I never could have guessed at.
© Brodie Parker June2nd 2004
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