My spherical friends
by Y'eela Ulman.
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My spherical friends
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by Y'eela Ulman.
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Almost everyone has something weird about them. Have you noticed that? It may be subtle, they may hide it well, but still — it’s there, somewhere. Anyway, it helps me accept myself more when I think about that. For some people, it’s a dark blemish in their past, maybe. Or, they hate the kind of food most everyone likes, or something. Otherwise, they are interested in a taboo subject, you know — or maybe they just look a little strange, physically. But me? Well — I see gleaming, intricate orbs in the sky. That’s just my weird thing: no biggie.
Anyway, I don’t “see” see them — I see them in my mynd, and in very great detail too. The spheres are gorgeous; I don’t know how well I can really describe them in words though. And since this diary is totally private (even though I’ve told a few friends like dear Trez) they even communicate with me from time to time. In my mynd. They even told me their own word for what they are translates roughly to “outer space alien gleaming intricate sphere orb plasma spacecraft mechanism machine” which I find way too long and complicated, but for some reason never forget. I don’t like to think of them way out there in cold outer space, and they aren’t alien — to me. So I usually just call them gleaming, intricate orbs. They are very complicated, very bright, and very beautiful.
Trez thinks they might not be “real” real — like, they might be in some extremely powerful deity’s myndscape out there in the stratosphere of Vek. I don’t know though, I think he’s biased because of his myndwalking stuff. He is just too used to seeing stuff that isn’t really there! I do admit that I can’t say what dimension they actually inhabit, and I’ve never seen them in my normal waking life except when I’m meditating. They are so detailed and perfect… like they were chiseled out of primordial starstuff by a master artisan many million xodes ago. I can’t see how someone could imagine that into existence! Though maybe it was Yod that did just that. It’s weird to think of Yod like one of us.
I wish I was a better writer so I could do them justice. I really have never beheld anything more beautiful than these orbs. I don’t just mean what they look like — it’s how I feel when they appear to me, too. Very peaceful and euphoric, like everything is right with the world. It’s hard enough to understand what they are telling/showing me when it happens, let alone trying to get it recorded after the fact. There are a few things that stick with me, though.
One time, I was in the middle of a pleasant lucid dream where I roamed the luscious meadows of Ghulba’an, only they were much more fantastic and stretched upwards and downwards — not only east, west, north and south. I know that makes no sense, but it was a wonderful dream! I was wearing a soft, beige dress of starsilk and the suns were shining so warmly down upon me as I explored the endless fields. Suddenly, an Orb was before me, blocking out half the sky! At least — it should have blocked the sky, but somehow, I could see the suns, the clouds, and everything else even clearer than before, the while, this amazing orb towered before me. I guess, it’s what they call a paradox.
Anyway, it’s what this orb was tell-showing me that made such an impression. “Hi!” I greeted what I thought of as one of my close friends. “How are you today?” (I know it sounds weird to talk to a hypertechnological orbic spacecraft, but remember, everyone’s kind of weird.) The beautiful, golden sphere seemed to pulse subtly, and a crystalline, diaphanous membrane began to appear in wisps around it. This membrane unfurled and unfurled and unfurled until an enormous, jagged, biotechnological being became visible all around the orb. It seemed an almost aquatic being — gleaming, ebony black skin dancing with rainbow iridescence, kaleidoscopic tendrils billowing in the gentle dream wind, geometric mechanisms gently fluctuating. Woah! I don’t know what came over me just then. I don’t know a few of those words, but I suddenly wrote them. Um, I swear I’m not crazy!
But yeah, when I asked the orb how it was, it showed me what I think is its true form. The orb is probably something like its heart or mynd or maybe a bit of both, and the being wraps it with the rest of its body most of the time (to keep it safe?) and makes its body invisible, I guess. Something about what I said to it in that meadow dream made it feel comfortable enough to finally show me, I think. It must really trust me by now! I’ve never heard them laugh, but this one in the dream seemed happy that I asked it that question, and a little amused.
Day is wonder, vicissitude, overwhelm synchronicity, large-scale harmonic influx, happy joy weird future occurring always, my orb-friend told me. Time comes now orb necessary split, bittersweet grid form, watch polar vortexes, mechanism engage emergency power store. Deplete over quarter-zode with no human epiphany. Sheesh! Well, I have a friend that walks in people’s imaginations, another friend that convinces people that no one can convince them of anything, and another friend that can make water to feed plants out of thin air. Out of all of them, my Orb friend talks the weirdest. Still, I somehow sort of know what it meant. There is something wonderful as well as dangerous happening on Vek.
Have you felt it? Have you seen anything? Oh, I wish I could ask people who don’t look at me funny when I do! We are alive at a pivotal point in our planet’s history — I am sure of it. It’s not just what my orb-friend told me. It’s the whispers of widespread war and intrigue upon our normally peaceful planet that I hear outside the taverns from travelers. It’s the strange sightings of humans that seem completely extravekkestrial. It’s the closing of many sacred pilgrimage routes and the rumors of hellacious beasts pouring forth from interdimensional portals within the inner sanctums of ancient temples. I do not know whether to fear or to anticipate something incredible to come!
Well, at least I have you, Diary — and Trez, and Vaerym to talk to about it until I’m old enough to leave home. Oh! But that’s a little sad, what will dear Dad do in an empty dome once I go? Hmmmm. Guess I can’t unravel all the mysteries of the multiverse in one night. Besides, it’s past past time that I get to bed. Maybe I can ask my orb-friend about parents if it shows up in a dream. Good night!
by Daniel Pendergraft
— created for HIVE —
published on Jan. 3, 2022.
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Writing is fully original
and can be considered a first draft/blueprint
towards eventual completion of a piece
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Images are generated with Wombo Dream,
scaled up, and further iterated using Deep Dream Generator,
then finished using Final Cut Pro for editing & combination.
