Mr. Bad cocked his head in virtual ecstasy. Eyes rolling back, lids fluttering, warmth washing, then a quiet enveloping stillness sent him sailing toward astral awareness.
"Speak to me...," he murmered through his spit sealed orifice, oozing a well wanked drool down the side of his face as he formed the words and drifted down. He felt the popping, whizzing and ticking away as the neurons fired, echoing the loop of left brain lunacy that pounded the meningial membrane. He dug a hole for himself went deeper.
Voltaic visages flashed his mind with a convincing reality. A pulsating cityscape. Instruments blaring, the city's lights rose to meet him as he raced the wave and vectored toward the inner metropolis. A city, a central protrubrant core, brilliant, radiating, pulsating. Here was the source, unaltered, unalterable, it's perfection only to be observed with objective percision. Yet, it was changing before his very eyes.
"This can't be happening...," he thought, "Am I controlling this, or it me?" He asked himself. "I feel like it's PART of me..," he could not finish the notion before coming in contact with it. Daisy chains and laughs, they moved together, he and it now one heavenly union.
"Welcome, my son," a voice answered with cold delivery, convincing as the reality of a stone wall, yet instinctly and hypnotically absorbed. "You are what you believe," It said again. He knew it as truth in it's purest form, unmovable, yet moving through him, slowly, caringly, lovingly. It gripped him in a way he'd never been able to grip even himself.
"It's so big..." unable to finish the thought as the spirit overflowed inside him, shocking him back to the outer level of unconciousness. Re-aware of his comfortable, numb familiarity, he instantly knew he was back on the lower plane of existence where he belonged. "Home again," he spoke sadly. A smile and a tear were all that was left on his face.