Feast the Layer of Soil

Kneeling there, with the muzzle of a semi-automatic weapon digging into my cheek, all I could think of was......well....I couldn't actually think at all. My heart was pounding. My face was flushed. One thousand things thundered through my mind.
The mask holding the weapon was screaming something to me. I couldn't understand him, hell I couldn't even hear him over my pulse.

The muzzle burrowed deeper into my cheek. More screaming, less sense. I felt the shaking. The adrenaline that begin to shoot through every inch of my fragile being was overwhelming. I was about to faint....or....

Later the bank teller would tell the police that I started to scream before I grabbed the weapon out of the Masks hands. That I would proceed to beat him with his own gun before I started firing the weapon into the ceiling still screaming.

That the room began to increase in temperature drastically as the other masks ran towards me.

The bank teller would explain how they felt as the explosion, an obvious detonation triggered by one of the masks, threw them back against the rear wall covering them with debris and blinding them to what would follow.

What the bank teller would not tell the police was how there had been no bomb. The masks only had semi-automatic rifles and a bag.

There had been a sense, a moment that I can remember when the room became a blazing white light and then stopped. I had seemed to step away from myself and take a look around. Upon examining where I stood, I could see the brilliant white light swirling in bursts of electrical current out of my eyes and mouth.
I began to think, "This is it. I have become the very raw emotion that floods from my muscles and bones. Enveloped in daily repetition and endless recycled chaos that means who knows what the fuck, surrounded by people screaming about God and Laws and the Unjust and the Wars and Inevitable Collapse. This is the moment that I had known was always coming. The cosmic combustion."

This form I had seperated my consciousness from remotely viewing the tangible self explode was becoming....



was becoming....


Staring into the core of a sun a trillion times the size of my fist, burning at unimagined temperatures, I opened my arms....and found solace in the crunch that I had succumb to. Ascension was full emersion.