Morning meditation? Check. Fresh-brewed coffee? Check. Girly pop playing in the background? Check. I open my laptop, and—
SHEeeeooZWEEoooKaDOOP!
—get transported away into a dreamworld of magic. Physically, I may appear to be doing nothing more than staring at the screen and plinking at my keyboard, but inside my brain, I’m parsing the verbal cadence of what I’m writing, streamlining it as I type in order to maximize the flow as much as I can. At the same time, my mind’s eye is somewhere else; flipping through the vast range of stories I’ve written and read, twisting them into potential variants (or springboarding off their premises into something new altogether) that might serve as a conceptual basis for my next effort. My iris blooms with a ring of mandalas, and holy shit there is no Kent there is no you there is no ME, I’m—
Just
Fading
Away
….
……..
…………….
—but then I reform back into a new configuration. I’m not human anymore; instead of hands and feet, I possess the bare semblance of appendages. The world around me is a holostatic blur.
[Where am I?] I project into the color-formed aether, which as far as I can tell, seems to be a roiling churn of psychedelic chaos.
A disembodied sentiment comes rolling back to me. [A better question would be: WHO are you?]
[Then WHO am I?] I’m a little irritated; if I had an eyebrow, I’d raise it.
[Nothing. Everything. And here you will sit, in unending ecstasy and undying omnipotence. Forever.]
I perform the mental equivalent of clenching my fists and shaking my head. [No. There’s more for me to do. More for me to—]
[There is no ‘you.’ There is no ‘me.’ All there is is ‘is-ness.’ The Being and the Void…here, they are one and the same.]
[No.] Panic and anger surge through “me.” (Or whatever passes for that word around here.) [NO!]
And then through pure force of will, I manifest a psychic eReader and will it open to Echo, activating its reality distortion powers. Magic flash.
YIBBA DOOBA SNICKER SNA-KOO!!!
I’m funneled back into my thickly muscled body (hung like a brontosaurus and equipped with a panty-dropping smile). I close my eyes, reveling in the flood of knowledge that courses through me. My lips curve up into a giant grin.
Now I know.
Now I know what I’m supposed to be.
Kent Wayne, professional Man Whore, at yo’ mothafuckin’ service!
😀
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