Tuesday, July 26, 2005

Chapter One -Part One-
. And so there I was, alone. This wasn't surprising. I was doing my homework, which, being as I was home-schooled, this was all my schoolwork. I looked at my books in dismay, their bland covers stared back at me, cursing me. I cursed them back. I wasn't the best of students. But I wasn't the worst either. I made my grades, but my grades didn't make my life. My life hadn't been made yet, I knew that much. I anticipated growing up. No. That is incorrect. I anticipated having a life of my own, free from parental and social restraints. I kicked the books off my desk and looked out the window. And at that moment, something strange happened... The window looked back at me.

. I thought about that moment for hours, even as I lay awake in my bed for hours into the night. It had to have been just my imagination. Here I was, only fourteen, and already suffering from dillusions. I sighed. I ran my fingers through my light red hair and sat up, looking out the window of my second-floor room and into the forest. I thought of going outside in the darkness, running to my secret place (all children have these, or so I'm told) and screaming my lungs out. I wanted to know something, anything about my life, about who I was or where I was going. I allowed myself to fall backwards onto the bed, slightly bouncing off its soft mattress before resting in the now-disordered sheets. I closed my eyes and wished for sleep to come. But secretly, I wished for an escape, a way out of my ordinary boring life. Sleep didn't come. The escape did.

. I awoke, or so I thought it was awaking from sleep that I felt no relief from. I was lying on the grass. I must be outside, I thought, in my forest out around back the house. I stood up and looked around. I felt no different. I felt tired is the most I can remember. I did not even make notice of the odd surroundings. If I had been more alert, I would have been able to tell that the forest was not the sparsely wooded regions of my Atlanta subdivision, but in fact the dense growth of a real rural wood. It was a minute later that I realized something was odd. That was when, after walking several hundred meters, I realized I was staring at a stone cottage, about a fifteen meters away from me.

. It was about like any cottage to be honest, but to someone used to twentieth-century housing architecture, it might as well have been the most bizarre thing ever constructed. Sure, I had read my fairy tales and history books, looking at the pictures all along, but this was real. There was real smoke coming out of the chimney. I gaped in awe. The first thought that came into my head was to wonder what had happened to my house? Had it been burned down in the night? Then how did this building (if it could be called that) get here? What had become of my parents? My brother and sister? (Good riddance.) I was overwhelmed with thought. Then the door of the cottage opened and from within there stepped out a large being appearing to be part crocodile and part lizard, standing on his hind legs as if he also had some strange misconception of being civilized. He opened his maw and spoke some slithery sentences. I fainted...
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Sunday, July 24, 2005

Prologue -Part Two-
. To be a Rifter is to become one with one's self. Quite simply, the art of rifting transcends space and time, and those not completely in tune with their soul (karma, whatever have you) are likely to lose themselves in the turmoil that is transdimensiation. The perplexity of the space time vortex bends and flows around those secure of themselves, but flows through and molds those weak and unprepared. This has caused memory loss, confusion, and on the rare occasion, the complete loss of life of the victim. Further yet, even those *mostly* complete individuals have found themselves lacking. Whether it be derangement, death, or detached from existance entirely, the mind trapped in the void for all time, many have never found their way home.

. That is my brief description on the phenomenon known as rifting. If you require more information, I'm afraid none is available at the time in which this has been written, not in your language or on your planet anyways. I regret this, and in the future I shall attempt to more fully document the process and procedure. I hope this will meet your expectations and allow you to understand what is now about to unfold. I open for you the chronciles of my travels. I welcome you to the universe untold...
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Prologue -Part One-
. Before beginning to read the chronicle I am about to unfold before you it is imperative to understand and fully comprehend some of the facts, explanations, and disclaimers relating to the events that have transpired. It is not of my own wishes or wildest imaginations that some of the experiences and gifts granted me have taken me to this point, but now that I have seen what lies beyond I welcome its intrusion into my life and admit that I would never trade my time or travels for anything that the universe could offer. I began life as any ordinary human being (as ordinary as human beings can be), born into a middle class family. I had a traditional childhood, with baseball games and birthday parties and the like. I was no different than the common man, and while I argue that to this day I remain an ordinary person inside, those who judge me by my outward appearance will say otherwise. Nevertheless, my mind remains that of a human being. That said, if you choose to abandon reading this odd collection of stories and sagas, I understand, for the complexity and oddity of these odysseys are far beyond the comprehension of many beings (human beings that is) and discuss the inner workings of the universe and the fragile thread of reality and sanity. Reading further will cause this thread to be broken and will bring you into an entirely new world. Welcome.

. First, let me explain to you the concept known as rifting. Rifting is the supernatural phenomenon of moving oneself between the innumerable dimensions of the universe, occasionally spanning time as well as space. This ability, while strange in nature, is as rare among human beings as finding an oasis in the deserts of Gorth, but I digress. Several other species and races are naturally latent with this ability, and a few others often attain it, but human kind, those from the planet Earth as it be called, restrict the development of the power. Closer to unimaginable power at the youthful days of a human's relatively short life, this potential is ripped away from their species by maturation and a strict form of abuse known as "growing up." At this point in human evolution, this abandonment of their full potential is irreversible, dooming most of their species to relative passivity and complacency, never fully awakened to what lies beyond. But for some humans, the very rare, this possibility awakens reality.

. Rifting is initiated by complex concentration; a type of meditation based on clearing the mind of everything that you realize exists. This is what exempts most beings. At the moment of mental clarity, the vast possibilities of worlds, galaxies, and civilizations unfolds before the Rifter at an astonishing rate. Those unprepared, many first-timers, are too overwhelmed and misdirect themselves, especially since this is often done first in a dream-like state of unconsciousness. Transdimensiation is an extremely dangerous phenomenon if experienced randomly. If you intend on attempting this, consult a known Rifter as to where to make your first destination.

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