Prism Break (Motion Shift-End)
This is the end…my only friend…the end…
Not of me…the end installment of “Motion Shift”. For the previous parts, search by using the words in quotations.
Thanks again for reading.
Just Dave turns around and faces the inside of his apartment.
He stands in the entryway, which is 4 feet long and 4 feet wide. White linoleum tile lines the floor in perfect bright squares. The entryway is completely enclosed in thick clear plastic from ceiling to ground. There is a closet door to the left.
This is what he refers to as the decontamination chamber. Before entering the clean room environment, that is his apartment, he must be completely sure his body is bacteria free.
To complete this task he uses the aid of 3 simple items.
The first is a ladies hair straightener….but to him it is not what it seems. He utilizes it as a bacteria wand. He turns it on and waves it around his head and body to neutralize the bacteria and demagnetize its charge.
The second is a dust buster…..but to him it is not what it seems. He utilizes it as a bacteria storage container. He turns it on and sucks the bacteria off his head and clothes.
When this task is completed. He strips off all his clothes and places them into the third item. It is a large yellow storage container….but, once again, to him it is not what it seems. He opens the lid, and places his clothes into the decontamination bin. He closes the lid tight, making sure it clicks on all sides.
He then repeats the process of the first two items on his naked body.
Once he is sure he is clean, he turns to the closet and opens the door. He walks in and closes the door behind him.
The closet has been converted into a wait room. Before entering the apartment, the empty closet, which is void of light and shelves, must be waited in. Once closed into the small space, he waits for a period of 15 seconds. He then reaches for the handle on the opposite wall and enters the apartment, and quickly closes the door behind him.
He enters what would be the dining area. It holds no dining furniture. Just the same brilliant white tile on the floor and white paint on the walls.
He turns a 45 degree turn, takes four paces and turns another 45 degree turn and he is in the main living space. In this space there is a mattress raised up on milk cartons. A small 13 inch black and white tv raised up on 2 milk cartons. And nothing else.
The tv is on and is set to station 1. No reception, just white noise. The volume is high enough to hear but low enough to not disturb the other occupants of the complex. It is always on….always.
He walks six paces to the door at the back of the room. The bedroom. But to him, it is not what it seems.
It is the vault.
The vault is where the prism in the glass box is held.
He looks at the door, places his palm upon the center of it, and feels the hum from inside. It feels like an running electric razor.
He retracts his hand slowly and makes a fist, then releases it and thinks back to how the prism came into his possession……
It’s quite simple, really. He didn’t know he had it in his possession.
Upon being released from jail, he was given back the clothes he had when he entered incarceration 4 months earlier.
-a t shirt
-a faded green army jacket.
He was never in the army. The thick jacket provided warmth.
While en route to his new living assignment at the mental health apartment complex, he began to hear the low buzz.
He heard it all through the orientation and rules and procedures processes that were required for being a resident.
After the paperwork was done and he was brought to his apartment and was left to get situated. The buzz became louder and more distinct.
The sound was coming from the lining of the jacket.
The left inside breast pocket had a hole in the lining. The hole went to the bottom seam of the jacket.
He reached down, inside the lining and grasped the buzzing object. He hum lessened to a whisper and his hand began to warm.
He pulled his hand out of the pocket slowly, opened his palm and there it was.
A brilliant perfect crystal prism.
Being exposed to light, the prism became aglow with activity,
Blurs of colored light began to escape from the object.
Just Dave quickly closed his palm and shoved the prism back into his pocket before the prism break could finalize.
He thought back to his arrest and his time spent in apartment 5, and remembered being in the bedroom closet looking for something. In a shoebox in a corner, was a box made of oak….that hummed. Inside the box was the prism. He remembers taking it and placing it inside his left breast pocket of the army jacket.
Shortly after is when the large men came…….
Just Dave shakes himself back into the now and smiles a victorious smile.
Above the oversized doorknob, is a keypad, which allows entry into the vault.
He punches the code.
Always 2 sixes, never..ever a 5.
The lock disengages.
He opens the door, enters and quickly closes the door.
After 10 seconds, the lock reengages.
He stands in a pitch black room. The only light comes from a table lamp equipped with a 20 watt bulb that has a grey pillow case over it. The prism in the glass box sits on top of the lampshade, which sits in the center of the 13 x 13 foot room. The walls are painted black. The window is covered in tin foil and draped with thick black curtains.
The 20 watt bulb allows the blurs trapped in the prism to move freely around in the encasement of glass but not enough to escape.
Just Dave circles the perimeter of the room and watches as the dancing light follows him as he goes.
He then began to engage in his learned ritual to attempt to close the divide between the real and the blur.
During his 7 year tenure at the apartment complex, he was encouraged to attend meditation classes. He was initially against it, until he learned that meditation aids in being at 1 with the energies of the earth and the energies of the body and mind.
To learn how the blurs steal the energy of the mind he must first learn to master his own energy and gain strength from the power of Mother Earth.
He sat cross legged on the cool tile floor and places his hands, palms up on his knees.
He closed his eyes and began to take slow deep breaths through his nose and exhale slowly through his mouth.
Relax and take in positive energy….release negative.
Focus on what you want to accomplish and nothing else.
The blurs in the prism dance inside the glass and the hum grows louder.
Listen to the noise around you and be at peace with it.
Focus on the brilliant white light that begins to calm you from the crown of your head to the tips of your toes.
Inhale positive energy…..
Exhale negative energy….
Feel your shoulders relax….
Your pelvic region….
The light will encompass your body and bring you into harmony with the energies from the center of the earth…..
The hum abruptly stops, and there is a rumble from the floor. A sound like a piece of notebook paper being slowly ripped from the coiled spine.
Just Dave keeps breathing slowly…in and out…
Unaware that the blurs in the glass box were swimming around the prism like sharks at feeding time.
The rip got louder and the single lamp began to wobble….
Breathe in the positive….
Breathe out the negative…
A crack in the floor began to emerge….
Sending brilliant white light in shards through the seams of the tile.
His heart has slowed to the perfect meditative state. He is at one with all.
The crack begins to widen. The lamp topples over. The glass box crashes to the ground setting the prism and the blurs free.
He opens his eyes to see a circus of blurs hovering like vultures atop the white light.
He looks down and sees a cylindrical hole widen from the center of the room.
The white light blazing up to the ceiling like a train rampaging through a dark tunnel.
Just Dave gets up and starts backing up to avoid the widening white hole.
The buzz has reached deafening proportions.
As Just Dave backs himself into the corner of the side walls, the hovering blurs stop their circling and bum rush him and attack.
He can’t move. He can’t scream. His eyes get wider as the onslaught begins.
They enter from all angles of his being. Like a swarm of wasps they sting at his aura and begin to drain him.
The hum gets louder. The light gets brighter. The hole gets bigger.
Just Dave gets dimmer.
Before he fades into a blur, the sinkhole undertakes the room. Just Dave falls into the abyss of Mother Earth….circus of blurs in tow.
As he falls, the hum gets calmer, the light fades, the hole stops….holing.
And the world gets quiet.
Ehow.com says this about sinkholes-
According to the U.S. Geological Survey, human activity that alters ground water can play a major role in sinkhole development. Sub-surface water helps keep surface soil in place, so any artificial alteration of ground water drainage can create problems, as can changes in the land surface such as creation of runoff-storage ponds. The weight of man-made construction can also cause a collapse. Human constructions can also provide clues to the development of sinkholes before they occur. Some of these signs are uneven floors or pavement, cracks in pool decks, a stairstep pattern of cracks in the wall of a building and depressions in an open area such as a yard or park.
In the case of the mental health apartment complex-
Since it opened in 1955, it had needed to be improved and expanded 5 times. The last time being in 2005. The every growing mental diagnosis in our society requires larger faculties for housing.
The redistribution of the water lines, adding new lines and adding new buildings aided in the collapse.
Natural corrosion and the fact that the rock below the surface of the foundation was limestone was also found to be a possible source of the collapse.
Are blurs real? Is our society losing its energy to some other dimension?
The conclusion to that question will be left up to you.
The next time you feel a chill up your spine…..or the hairs on your arms stand up for no reason….or you walk through an unexplained cold spot in your home or community…..
Don’t pay any mind to it….
It’s probably Just Dave.