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Banks, OR

April 21st, 2020

The glasses were only supposed to correct the vision of the wearer using some new type of laser technology that was crafted inside the lenses and powered by an internal battery that was housed in the ear pieces. Don’t ask me to explain, since my knowledge base wasn’t expanded by the glasses nearly as much as my vision was. All I know is that I was banking on them to give me another month or two of sight, and instead I got something that was far more than I expected.

First let me say this: I’m not a superhero. I didn’t develop x-ray vision, I can’t ‘see’ using echolocation like Daredevil, and I can’t see energy signatures like Neo in the Matrix. I can’t even do half the things that were depicted in a film that I kind of liked called iBoy, but what I can see is a lot more disturbing. It’s hard to explain, but I can see  the future, at least parts of it, and I can see something else as well, though it’s a part that I’m hesitant to share with anyone, so I keep it to myself most of the time. Writing it down seems to be okay, since there’s a good chance that no one will ever read this anyway.

I see a different world than our own, and it’s all around us. Or maybe I should rephrase that. It’s living concurrently with this world, interacting in a way that’s really difficult to explain. Do any of you ever remember coloring pictures when you were a kid? Perhaps someone, a sibling perhaps, had gotten to the book before you and scribbled all over the page, making a general mess of things. But still you did the best job you could, you colored inside the lines as the picture asked you to. But those scribbles stayed put, they remained despite the fact that you’d created that other landscape of color on the page. That’s the best way I can explain it.

These others, as I call them, are like the scribbles on that page, but not in a literal sense. I’ve seen them moving, watched as they’ve somehow interacted with our world without anyone ever knowing, and have gone about their own way neat as you please. I won’t say they cause the things in our world that happen, or are responsible for anything we do directly. But what happens whenever I see one or more of them acting in a given setting sends odd, rippling waves from where they’ve appeared, as though they’re unseen reflections in a cosmic pond of some sort.

Those ripples that spread and spread are mesmerizing in a way, they capture your attention and don’t let go. But they’re not meaningless I found out. Even if the others don’t seem to realize it, their actions, whatever it is that they’re doing, causes a reaction in our world as well. Say one of the others does something, anything, whether it looks benign or malevolent. That rippling wave will emerge and begin to spread outward, and something in this world will happen. It can be good or it can be bad, but as I’ve witnessed more than once in the past couple of years, it will happen sooner rather than later, and it will happen somewhere in the nearby vicinity.

I’ve seen events that have no explanation, I’ve seen people do things that make absolutely no sense, and I’ve watched those ripples collide with those in this world that seem to feel them for only a brief moment before something occurs. What I still don’t know at this point is just what those others are doing, and if it’s meant to be harmful or helpful to this world in their own way.

To be honest, I’m not even sure if the others know exactly how their actions affect this world…..

-to be continued.

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