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The Ethereal Ascent

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  The Ethereal Ascent The air in the room is violently still, creating a heavy pressure. She has long stopped looking at the clock, realising that time here is not a sequence but a weight. The waiting room has fractured; the mundane reality of plastic chairs and linoleum flooring splinters into a jagged, stained-glass fever dream. High-pitched frequencies of burning red and sickly blues vibrate as if hardened walls, echoing the frantic noise of a mind that has run out of distractions. Every sharp edge of colour feels like a spiritual siege, a sensory reminder that her momentum has been forcibly halted. There is no use in pacing. There is no use in resisting the authoritative hand of the "in-between." To survive this stall, she must stop fighting the current and become part of the stagnant water. She looks out, as if just awakened, and does the only thing left to recollect. She breathes. She waits. She waits for the shards to align once more. Be Creative and Innovative wit...

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Seymour Standing under a Tree, 1859
Whistler, James McNeill
American, 1834 - 1903

In all relationships, there is a need to admire.
Whether in your family or whether in your place, stop and admire.
Who you are and what you have become.

In transience enjoy the spectre of admiration.
Enjoy the dread of mortality.
Enjoy the sense of self-passing.
Enjoy your individual acts. 
They are short in time.
Admire your shortened moments.
In space that lingers.

Within your key constructs of your inner-self.
There is time to self-evaluate and self-praise.
In this short time build your own sense of self-worth.

Are you able to predict your condition?
Are you able to restore your own behaviour?
Are you the property  owner of your oneself?
Are you the object of your environment?
Are you the inhabitant of your condition?
Are you in control of your laboratory?

Stand within your problem.
Orientate to recognise your placed within this transient realm.
And in preparation of once gone, prepare your spectre.

Are your spectre's windows transparent?
Are your ceilings high and blue?
Do your doors open and close?
Are your partitions understood?
Are your secrets defensible?
Were you in cognitive control?







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