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Status: Finished  |  Genre: True Confessions  |  House: Booksie Classic
Contemporary revision in the synopsis of serotonin reuptake while observing uninhibited....

Submitted: September 03, 2019

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I was contacted by aliens when I bit down on a stick of chewing gum that, unknown to me, had been sprinkled with a discrete inorganic powder, the molecular structure of which contained psychoactive properties, similar to what happened with the medicine tampering contamination on store shelves in the Chicago metropolitan area back in 1982 when Tylenol-branded acetaminophen capsules had been laced with potassium cyanide, a tragic page of US history known as the “Tylenol Murders”.
The terrifying result of unwittingly ingesting this hallucinogenic and dissociative drug was that I found my consciousness hidden in the tuft of hair on a galloping gelding’s fetlock. A whole host of ferociously carnivorous predators paraded past my mind’s eye inducing an overpowering sensation of heart-stopping paranoia. Amid the dark suffocating vine-choked tangles of a densely humid sweltering tropical jungle, the weirdly humanoid-toothed aquatic Pacu, followed in rapid succession by thrashing Payara (Vampire Fish), blood-toothed Piranha, deadly electric eels, and man-eating bull-sharks accosted my distorted sensory organs until I found myself clutched into a tight fetal position, trembling violently and alone in the north corner of the shadowy basement of an abandoned eighteenth century funeral parlor.
I was to discover later that the purpose of attacking my fight or flight instinct with immobilizing primal fear was to soften my resistance to the subliminal suggestion that immediately followed the initial contact phase.
I don’t understand how such a thing could be, as the underlying mechanism behind the baffling act must be of colossal technological achievement, but I suddenly found myself in a gloomy sensory deprivation chamber - one of those creepy float tanks containing body-temperature water supersaturated with hundreds of pounds of Epsom salts so that the subject's body floats effortlessly on the surface in the mute stillness of utter darkness & total silence.
Slowly, methodically, and with deliberate hypnotic effect bordering on the malign, a disturbing image began to materialize out of the macabre abyssal void.
The deep belly-button of a shockingly obese nude female opera singer statue began moving like a pair of lips talking. I could plainly hear a distinctly mechanized voice, very high-pitched and tinny, like an early jazz recording of the roaring ‘20s. This initiated the anxiolytic benzodiazepine tranquilizing phase, during which I felt a sudden immense relief from nerve-twisting anxiety in combination with a soothing euphoric alertness. I was subsequently rescued by a smiling pink dolphin leaving swirling rainbows in its wake as it carried me swiftly through the ochre-stained depths of bath-warm tannic water. An esoteric gnome was producing wildly ornate leather wares. A meditating fairy swathed in diaphanous butterfly wings was manufacturing disappearing ink.
My perception was now fully prepared to accept without resistance the haunting directive which the aliens had traveled so far through interstellar space to press upon my normally skeptical and rational judgement.
A soft pulse-tone warning cleverly encrypted into the emission spectrum of hydrogen in the quietest region of radio, the Microwave Window, was, again unknown to me, stimulating autonomous sensory meridian response, a repetitive cycle which became exaggeratedly engraved in my psychic memory with each looping repetition. Here is the fateful prophecy as revealed to me by alien contact ~
“Know then, that through the telepathic essence of the heretofore silent observer in the pillar of fire reflected in the single drop of glacier water drifting in the most distant reaches of airless intergalactic space, individual conscious awareness and intelligence levels will begin to accelerate through an evolution spawned from a hidden pair of chromosomes complete with messenger RNA secretly stored in the pineal gland. The ancient heredity will now emerge on planet Earth.”
The answer is, yes, Ingmar Bergman’s The Seventh Seal has fortuitously (with an arch-reflexion suggestion of ominous foreshadowing) aged well due to its subliminal message of genetic attention span regression, giving this quintessential stream-of-consciousness epic the enigmatic allure of metaphysical real-time access to past life events. The afterimage of this motion picture classic is one of the prime aspects of its absolute threshold identity which marches it through the proving ground of pop-culture time evolution, keeping the stunning philosophic screen saga as innovative and inspiring today as when it was first released in theaters.
Adding to the lasting power of this example par excellence of visual performing art is its underlying shadow of emotional alienation sweeping viewers away at their unawares into a grim dimension paralleling psychoactive thrill-spawned altered state of perceptual illusion; a mode of mood induction capable of radically suffusing known reality with a distinct esoteric taste of echopraxia imprinting, the degree of which is heightened by recent traumatic events affecting society at large, both then and now.
In addition, the clandestine subplots of The Seventh Seal meticulously rearrange cognitive synergy in the context of interpersonal relationships launched by economic hardship and mindless inanity of impoverished graphic repetition of tactile imagery on a telescoping heuristic sequence scale, stemming from the individual Id, normally found only in the above-mentioned absolute threshold events of pecuniary dissociation, but are herein obviated due to spiritual shearing resulting in behavior modification derived from the staggering copiousness of this unforgettable vanguard film’s theatrical taboo.
Cinephiles admire this pioneering cinematic masterpiece for the genuine original creation of modern art that it truly is, imbuing the heirloom aura of their collections and yearning hearts with a sense of eternal mysticism of talisman sorcery transcending a subconscious morphology of lurid grotto Gestalt in mind-twisting stimulus similar to a powerful wind instrument over-blowing at the octave.
What this interdimensional witchcraft means, I have only the vaguest of notions, yet I shall continue to study and research the eerie communication, which I’m personally inclined to believe is a form of stenographic code, so as to uncover the cloaked information and unlock the radically powerful supernatural potential contained therein.


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