The Uniqueness in my dark

The uniqueness in ‘MY’ dark

I didn’t expect this, I didn’t like this…….. “but I was in this”!

“Black……. just black”, deep within an atmosphere that was so very dense, and it was almost suffocating, and the deathly, and the still density would examine both your human character……….. “along with your spirit”!

The one unique enlightenment, would be about the clear memories of my life before!(“at this point of my true story, can I make it absolutely clear, that despite my brain injury, and my disabilities, that I completed many mental tasks, and I was successful in completing them all during my long admission in hospital(‘almost 11 months, with 5 years of both physiotherapy, and occupational therapy’) and I can successfully complete many mental tasks at this current time, and I, thankfully suffer with no mental problems”!

This might sound corny, or a bit of an image cliché, but I truly expected to wake up in a wartime hospital ward, and with the nurses adorning big headwear, like they would have done in the early years of the 1940’s, BUT the images did not comply with my expectations, and immediately my confusion was expressed in words……. “but they weren’t actually understandable words, and my garbled nonsense must have been non-sensical gibberish, that might, also be seen, or heard, coming from many confused or troubled patients today, and I, like many before me, might have been a candidate for the ‘mental ward’ had they clearly been heard!

Fortunately, or unfortunately, the gifts of being able to talk and to write had gone, and it would be many years before they would be restored, with understandable speech, and eligible hand writing, but their loss really made me appreciate their eventual ‘regain’! But, whilst I was working physically hard to regain my past abilities, I would have plenty of time to regain my mental qualities (‘and through the advancement of technology, I have improved my knowledge, and my understanding of THIS World/Planet…………………..

Are you going somewhere?

My teleportation machine, was not an actual machine of metal, glass, or other ‘man made’ material, and it would mostly revisit the past……….. “although, there were some images that were seen, with regards to my future, and they would eventually materialise, and produce the exact same images - “most pleasingly with the image of my fiancee and I getting married”!

What I had experienced, would literally leave me stunned and speechless, although I still had the sense not to ‘shout out’ about what I had witnessed, and endured, because I knew/remembered that the current society didn’t/couldn’t understand someone that was shouting out about the scenes that I had witnessed, and it might prompt my candidacy for a ‘straight-jacket’, like many victims of comatose brain injuries have suffered in the past!

The images that were seen were confusing, but those images were stored in my current brain to be researched further- “by myself”, because they would/could, answer and justify my past actions, thoughts, and my preferences in today’s society? “Did, or has something from a past era affected your current mind- do you favour a particular old fashioned style, a particular vehicle perhaps(‘a vintage car’!), that you might have desired, or favoured in a past lifetime, or do you remember or recall a successful past experience, that might prompt you to ‘subconsciously’ do it again, with a hope that it might improve a situation, or be a confident factor in your decisions”?

I think, that there are many believers in reincarnation ‘out there’, “aren’t there”-“please say yes”!? Before I suffered the long, and the enlightening coma, I heard, via my mum’s radio, many stories from patients who had also suffered with, a ‘near death’ head injury, and they would talk about their stories, with regards to reincarnation, and I, being a young man, would probably have thought, that although these stories might have been fascinating, I probably also thought that they were being told by someone who was either on illegal drugs, alcohol, or was on ‘day release’ from a mental hospital!

I believed in the images that were seen by me, that recalled the last time that I was here, as both a human, and then briefly as a dog, and at both times they would involve a War(“whether taking part in, or being the innocent victim of”!)

The images that I saw, could justify my/your ideas, and your thoughts today, but I felt that I had to justify them first, and then I could openly reveal them, and then I could expand my creative mind, with my ideas and thoughts, that were once used in graphic design!

The universe has an incalculable number of galaxies, with an endless number of possibilities, where almost anything could be possible!? “Who knows”? Sometimes, it can be difficult to look beyond this galaxy, and this World!

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Four Suns

This was an unforgiving planet, which, thankfully for me I would only be visiting to complete some tests, and to collect samples for future research, but, on this planet, the presence of having just the one Sun, beaming down on your back, would be quadrupled, because it would have four, equally placed suns, that would give constant heat and daylight, to every quarter of that particular globe, and each quarter would be bathed in a hot, and constant heat from a sun- ‘in fact’, the temperature would be a constant 70 degrees Fahrenheit, and the hot, and the bright and constant sunshine, would create many problems for life form, which surprisingly survived on this hot planet, fortunately, the life form could survive without the want of a constant water flow, and they had adapted well, and every insect, and every animal had very thick skin, and very large nostrils to allow for an intake of plenty of air!

The insects would not be small however, because being small with thin legs, would result with those legs being burnt off, and the arachnids on that planet would be the size of an average dog, with eight very thick legs!

Humans were not seen on the planets surface, and had sensibly adopted a life of living underground, with plenty of ventilation, and the ‘humans’ had a network of tunnels that were kept constantly cool, and their style of living, would be reliant upon artificial lighting, that was made in a unit in tunnel 6, and was powered by electricity, that was created by a system of generators, that were sensibly created by men from a planet called Earth!

Technology in space, along with the many discoveries about the Universe, ‘to me’, changes with information quite often, from tests that were started ‘long ago’(“but have been completed recently”!) and we have the excitement, the intrigue, or possibly the threat of exploring further into other galaxies!

“Death is not the ending of a book, and it’s only the ending of a chapter- and the books continuation might be continued further, with chapters about either returning to earth to complete tests ‘as it’ hurtles towards the sun, and we might safely be in another galaxy maybe”?

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FREEDOM WITH SACRIFICE

There were no restrictions now, not since I had become the proud owner of my own teleportation machine, which had the capability to transform your mechanical brain, with human thoughts, and with this ability, and with this freedom, I was now capable to create unique objects, create works of literature, to regain my own thoughts, and my imagination, which would make me feel slightly human and alive again, and my actions and ideas would be recorded, as a reminder of past!

Human life, could sometimes though, become too stressful, it could have emotionally upsetting thoughts, acknowledge pain and create something called worry! Any worrying or confusing thoughts could easily be erased or forwarded, just by deleting those memories from your programmable disk, that you insert into the side of your head, and this ability to have a recording of many languages and places, could create those happy memories again, and that could be very helpful if you was visiting another planet, which had a different language, and a different type of existence!

My teleportation device, was of a simple material, and it was made from wood, and it would come with a name- a ‘coffin was its name and the same containment from a jar, would supposedly get you to your destination faster, but I couldn’t understand how a live body got into a little jar, but apparently, if you look after this jar, and disposed of its contents after every occasion, it could possibly last you through all eternity, whilst ‘this coffin’ thing’, could only be used the one time, although it could possibly be a vessel to take you to many planets, in many galaxies(“although, those who did choose the jar, might already be there”?)

My teleportation device would not be of great value, nor would it be worthy of great praise, because it had very little room, ‘not enough room to turn around, it had no light, and no entertainment ‘whatsoever’, but my teleportation device did come with a name, and it was called a ‘coffin’!