I had a fairly interesting time last night. It all started around 9 o’clock when I started to get an uncomfortable resonance emanating from several charms I have placed around my home (in particular a lock of Elvis’ hair that had been used in a demonic summoning began to give off a nasty pong). Making sure that my psychic defences were in place, I readied myself for a trance.
Not know which level of reality the commotion was happening in, I projected my astral form in to the meta-reality. Making sense of all that there is, isn’t easy, even with years of training. Let’s be honest, I vomited a bellyful of pure thought in to the information space. It was rather messy. Luckily, after settling down, the vomit formed a frame which clarified things almost too conveniently.
What I saw was a universe rebooting.
Apparently there was a glitch in it’s programming and it performs a system shutdown every 430,000 years. Well, that’s what the vomit told me. To me it just looked like an egg being fried until it turned in to a lion. Anyway, it wasn’t a universe that i was on first name terms with so after it had completed the reboot I made my excuses and left. After all, it wasn’t worth missing Match of the Day for.
It was unusual to be a passive observer for a change, but make no mistake, the war against reality continues. Until next time, keep watching your toasters, they are the key to it all.
