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How I found Psychic Highschool. 5/13/2021 7:42am
Hello fellow students and staff,
I am Alex, and I enjoy sightseeing. It doesn't matter if it is a great national monument, a random beautiful moment, an idea, energy, or even the promise of a crowded area. In fact, I enjoy looking in on experiences so much I tend to get lost often.
For example - I first came upon Psychic Highschool by accident. I was wandering around, looking at deconstructed models of various schools. I was pretty entertained with the concept of post modern high school culture when I bumped into a large sign which said "Psyhigh." Surprised the sign was physical, I followed the road down to the campus, rubbing my head to alleviate the bumping of it,. It was student/alumni day, which didn't surprise me because it was convenient for blending in, on campus. Convenient things tend to happen to me pretty often when I let chaos control the situation.
Anyways, I start up to the parts of campus less populated by crowds because I don't want to get caught up in an awkward conversation. I was completely intrigued by this place - there were things I had not quite seen before. It seemed like several layers of reality existed in one space, creating a layered multidimensional effect in my vision. In other layers of existence I could see that some of the people were not quite normal, some not even people. In fact, it looked as though there appeared to be a great grasp on their multiverse selves, using other portions of their time to multitask while doing what they did.
My first thought was, "Jeez, what a tough school. They expect you to multitask pretty much all the time." But I didn't spend too much time on them because I knew beings like that can sense when thoughts are pointed in their direction the same way I could tell someone was staring at me from behind my back. I looked behind me immediately. "AHH THE REALITY WALLS HAVE THINNED AGAIN" the stern voice said, and I saw that they were a shiny metallic robot who sounded surprisingly human.
Afraid I was caught, I decided to leave the campus before anyone else showed up. Nonetheless, I was intrigued that there were others like me and I came back several times before I decided to stroll into admissions and admit myself. This was apparently unusual. Since there are so few people who knew about the highschool, and being able to find it is a sign I am psychic, I was immediately accepted. It pays off to be randomly and chaotically lucky.
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The other day I was perusing around the library when I was taken out of my usual level of attention to a deeper place as something struck my interest. Just beyond a group of students using the library as their own transcend and chill area I navigated to a large hallway created by two large bookshelf's. At the end of the hallway the room was dimly lit overhead, and I could see lights peeking through the cracks of the door. Of course - I couldn't stand to leave this everchanging place unexplored. If you haven't been to the library, I assure you it isn't for nerds and it is quite entertaining. I can compare it to dreaming, and yet - it isn't quite daydreaming. Go check it out.
Anyways, I approached this room and slipped in as though I wasn't supposed to be there. To my surprise, it was an art room. The room was small, and it warehoused its art in laminated folders on shelves. The only things I really noticed that stood out was a Frida Kahlo painting and an old computer. The computer illuminated a ghostly blue and I looked at the screen to see an old school version of YouTube. I was interested in how it could show and preserve an older YouTube, and I looked at the main menu screen to see some very strange suggestions.
The videos were based in 2008, as was the operating system of the whole computer. But a lot of the videos mentioned things about light angels, hypnotic suggestions and pulsating flashing lights. Some videos I can't remember but they gave me a strange sense of dejavu. I started to blink and felt a sense that Frida was looking at me, and I saw the blood of her body start to wet. The painting began to shiver and breathe. I felt a sense of frozen terror, and I began to accept the feeling into my reality when I blinked and I was in the lobby of a cheap hotel, glaring at an old computer.
It took a while to get home. I asked the desk clerk where I was. Turns out I landed up in Phoenix. Too bad it wont be the last time I check to see if a door is unlocked just to see what's on the other side.
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How I found Psychic Highschool. 5/2/2021 2:36pm
My naughty pleasure is to think of nothing.
Not just think - give into the nothing.
Become a moment in time passing by like a wave.
Transmute into a glowing wave of consciousness.
Yeah. I know the void is a bad place to hang out at… but I keep my back towards its ever encroaching holocaust like a fire warming my ass.
Besides - what's better than that and a pair of binoculars?
You can see the the edges of the expansive desert that encompasses it - giving way to sinners and creators alike using their flow to ascend their beings to the astral realm. Yeah ~ you’ve seen Disney Pixar's Soul too- and if you haven’t I strongly recommend watching it. Still I wonder what it means to the imagination when you subject it to a lack of belief. I couldn’t imagine it’s a particularly transformative experience.
If you really have a good eye, you will be able to see a lot about large empty buildings. What we know is these spaces used to be occupied but no longer are. The empty spaces are where we create our memories. Consider the effort it takes to create something. This is the only limitation for reality.
Going into unknown territory is not a novel concept for a psychic. However, as many people know it is not easy to get into a liminal space, or transitory ether. It is hard to let go of things which work and it is hard to understand that which we feel we don't deserve. In this case, I feel a lack of foresight as I don't really know what kind of "good" I deserve, and why I feel lacking in this department. I know what I don't deserve as far as toxicity is concerned, but in order to "feel out" my highest vibration, It is important to feel empowered. Easier said than done.
A lot of work seems to be a hard route, but hard work accomplishes far more than passivity. Time for connecting, healing, and releasing. Being in control doesn't mean in the world, or a projection of myself. It means realizing one's own power and working with passion to make good choices.
All at the end of the day, I always want to be the nihilist (existentialist?) and say "Who cares?" in a passionate voice. Because nobody else does, whether we succeed or fail, take time for ourselves or be a doormat, and that is way comforting. Unpopular opinions be damned, and give me the energy to give to others correctly, without taking away from myself.
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