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I’m suspended in the entanglement connections of the quantum realm. There, I begin to transition to an eternal, peaceful place. Next thing I know, I’m in my room, excited to see no roommate this time. Time resumes, and I’m 131/72 I knew it would work that time. I see through my eyes as she tries the cuff a second time and feel it squeezing hard against my flesh, instead of trying to engulf the vacuum of my empty body before. My attention suddenly snaps me back to reality again. The lady in scrubs taps away and voices a remark about the readout, which both echo in that small room from a long ways away as if I were in a giant cave. Stuck in limbo and floating in the corner of the hospital intake room, I watch myself for a few moments, before she resumes with more interesting questions than before. The night sky fades into the forefront of my eyesight a little. I leave my body and I watch from the upper corner of the room down on myself as she activates the automatic blood pressure cuff, and I feel the sensation of it collapsing on my upper arm, but nothing’s there. It draws me in – not just mind, heart and soul, but something else – ME. She loses my attention quickly as my mind doesn’t just wander, but begins to cross over into the good world again. A lady in dark purple scrubs, tapping away on the computer keyboard, asks me lots of boring questions. I’m blessed to have such support in my life.

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Then I’m in another simple room with my parents, who are terrified but full of love. Inside, I sign the lengthy forms they present, knowing the drill as I voluntarily admit myself. A nice lady in a white coat appears in front of me and takes my smokes from me. He puts his arm around me and rubs my back. While my mom goes in to start my admission process, I have a few cigarettes, sitting next to my dad on a rough wooden bench outside the hospital, probably the last ones I’d have for a long time. I arrive at the hospital, and get out of the van with my parents. There is a grave price for walking in heaven too soon while you’re still alive. Yet it’s much more complicated than that. They are parallel worlds that intersect, intertwine, and collide. It is a peaceful place, thriving in universal harmony, and evil is a forgiven distant past, but not forgotten. Transitioning into the good world is the rapture, where the universe cosmically contradicts itself and I walk blamelessly in heaven on earth. I call one the “evil world,” the other the “good world.” The evil world is what I knew in my old life as everyday existence. Janitorqueer on Slippery Slope Into Darkn… The Storm's Mirror on Slippery Slope Into Darkn… Theothersid3 on Slippery Slope Into Darkn…

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