Nov 2012 – When Everything Changed Forever

∞ “I was driving, she was sitting next to me and the kids were in the back seat. Everything was regular; you know, we were on the way to the store. Suddenly, there was this incredible -thickness- in the air, the vehicle lurched as if caught in goo, and everything began to slow down. Time had become some sort of gel that was absorbing our previous momentum.

As this happened, the visual field took on unthinkable properties. Light began to leak forcefully into each object, into the shapes of things, in ways and from angles ordinarily impossible. Sheets of coruscating iridescent color were flowing into parts of beings and surfaces, surging, and then clogging. Forming patterns, dissolving into chaos. But most of the world still looked largely the same, except that there was something wrong with the color saturation.

And you could feel this thing with the light happening, it wasn’t merely visual — and not just in the world, but in your body. Like the patterns the light made were a new kind of sense with its own intelligence inherent in its activity. The whole world had come to a halt in this way. I tried to speak and cannot describe the resulting anomaly. As it progressed, the windshield in front of me dissolved into little singing bubbles, each one of which seemed to be at once my friend and some kind of a teacher from another dimension. It was nearly impossible to assemble any ordinary thought, but I managed for a moment.

Was I dead? I heard sounds that meant impossible situations behind me. Off to my left a building appeared to be on fire, but the affect was color, not flame. There was no smoke. A bizarre musical noise resulted.

The car would occasionally lurch forward, and everything would return to normal for an instant, only to suddenly catch and begin warping again. Walls of intelligent color, becoming parts of temporally rigid circumstances.

It seems that the color was somehow the representation of a new domain of liberty. One as previously unknowable to us as the Riemann Sphere had been to our distant ancestors. Each plane of light was a mode of universal intelligence, but also an action. It flowed.

All that had happened before made no sense whatsoever in light of this. Human history was nonsense. The bubbles before me began to form arbitrary constellations of transapient metaphor that drew my intelligence playfully into extrusions which defied everything I had ever understood so emphatically as to effectively obliterate identity.”

— an anonymous informant