A Torrential Deluge of Stories

It’s really coming down

“So what was this place like?” asked the interrogator.

“It was like some magical land,” replied the disheveled bearded man. “It felt so much different than here. Everywhere, stories were falling from the sky. You couldn’t see them but you could feel them as they land on you. It’s almost like a heavy snowfall except it’s not cold. This magical land was constantly bathed in an infinite stream of stories.”

“What do you mean; stories?”

The disheveled bearded man looked across the long wooden table at the interrogator. On the two other sides of the table were armed guards.

“Well, every story first exists in the infinite unseen formless dimension before ever being played out in the world of physical form. Every story is like a little bubble of potential. The chief desire of every story is to realize that potential; to actualize in the physical dimension of form. Every story wants to come to life.”

“Now this magical land was the perfect place to do this. Billions of story bubbles were constantly streaming down into and through this land in hopes of finding an opening through which to enter the world of form. The people in this land provided a lot of openings.”

After a brief pause the disheveled bearded man continued, “You see, when a story bubble happens to hit a person just right on the noggin then the bubble bursts and the story contained within goes directly into the person’s noggin.”

“Now there are two certain kinds of people that those story bubbles try to aim for. One kind, once a story bubble has splattered on their noggin and the story has entered their thinking, feel the need to act out that story in some way in their lives, thus bringing the story to life.”

“The other kind of people are known as writers. When their noggins get splattered with story bubbles they then sit down at their laptops and write the story out. This provides an opening for the stories into the physical realms but, of course, the stories are not fully actualized. Not until the written story is read by another person will it begin to have the required electrical charge (provided by the noggin) to begin the actualization process. Every time it is read it is fed another electrical charge and it grows and takes on more life. The potential for full physical manifestation grows the more life it is given.”

“Story bubbles just love this magical land. There are so many human noggins to provide entry into this land. Of course a large number of human noggins seem to be operating in a non-receptive mode. When bubbles splat these noggins the stories just bounce off the noggins and flow away. Still, the chances of actualization are fairly high in this magical land — higher somewhat than here in this world.”

The disheveled bearded man crossed his arms over his chest, “And the incredible thing is that this magical land exists right here, right now in the exact same space as the world we are in right now. We don’t have to go anywhere. It’s right here.” He uncrossed his arms and held his hands out in front of him, “This air that I’m touching with my hands also contains this magical world. My hands are waving through that land, too.”

The interrogator cleared his throat, “So that so-called magical land is super-imposed on this reality. We just can’t see it. So how did you enter into that land? Is there some magic door? And if the two realities are super-imposed would there not still be energetic impingement of either reality onto the other?”

The disheveled bearded man looked intensely at the interrogator then back and forth at the two armed guards then back at the interrogator, “Yes, there is most assuredly impingement between realities. That happens when you’re in the same space. You betchya. Magic door? The reason we can’t see this magical land is because it is vibrating in a different octave of frequency.”

“You know what the magic door is? It is merely changing one’s vibratory frequency to match that of the magical land. It’s that easy. Anyone can do it.”

He leaned inward toward the table, “But you know the awesome part? Since the two realities are super-imposed that means that when story bubbles come floating out of the Universe they can’t flow through one reality without also flowing through the other. So that means that right this very minute all of you and I are being deluged with story bubbles. They are splattering over our noggins as we speak. We, too, can bring those stories to life.”

The interrogator spoke up, “Mister, are you on some kind of drug right now?”

The disheveled bearded man threw his arms up into the air, “Oh, heavens no! Oh, hell no! Absolutely not. Hey man, my drug of choice is clarity. You know what drugs do? They make your skull thicker and harder, making it more difficult for stories to get into your noggin. Drugs keep you in the busy treadmill of your own stories and you get in a state of non-reception to the new story bubbles splatting your noggin.” He looked at the armed guards, “Hey, you can test me right now. I don’t do drugs. My thinking has never been clearer than it is now.”

The disheveled bearded man looked at the interrogator, “I’m in it for the stories. I live in both worlds. Hey man, it’s all about energy and vibrations.”

The horrible screech of the interrogator’s wooden chair on the cement floor echoed through the small dark room as the interrogator stood up. Without expression, the interrogator looked at the disheveled bearded man, “I have heard enough.”

The interrogator then looked back and forth between the two armed guards, “Lock him up, boys.”

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