You can call me Percy Doure, or VardØge — I'm not sure who I am, or at least from time to time it appears that way; in Santiago, Chile, I was hospitalized a year ago or so (October 2001) for chronic neurological disorder, and this is what I wrote in my journal and notes about what happened, of which I am now going to rehabilitate the descendants of sake and Clear notes for those who want to try to understand the mind, if not the second me:
“A few days ago I transferred electrical stimulation to the left temporal-spiral transition ((otherwise known as: where both temporal and parietal lobes are found) (in Sylvain Fissure)), producing an out-of-body experience, in chorus (or otherwise crowned, like Vardger / doppelganger). To be frank and honest or truthful, as I know how to be, it was as if my ghost, my double came out of me, from my personal space, although this other person was younger than me by the age of forty, and there I lay motionless when he stumbled and stretched, as if from a long sleep, he just woke up. The evil twin, who was lying in silence, was stimulated, I asked his name, “Vardge - all this is said, arrogant and self-satisfied.
“That night I had a nightmare, and in the morning a nightmare began. My counterpart thought about me in my hospital room, when I recovered, walked, paced and buried my morning paper on the bed, opened the second page, in the left corner, said: "The mysterious man is burning the Quran", and the image is on paper, but from me when I was twenty-three years old, and there I was on the roof of a building with a few books of the Koran, with a coincidence in hand, burning books. ” And my twin said: “A little bit of 9/11 revenge,” and laughed. Again, I was amazed that I met myself, and began to think: what next? "
Now, being our second meeting, he told me, as if on the way: “Until death reunites with us (which means my physical death), I will walk the earth like you, without a middle name, for there are two worlds of life, This just a question of awakening the other, in fact it can be done simply by looking in the mirror and calling me (or one of us, up), but then, it’s like how I wake up in a dream, you will see me, but for a moment, then I fade myself under my grave, like the one that you inhabit with me later, and in due time would have shed me As snakeskin, or possessed me, like poludramom Ya, But when you do things like the constant flow of my nervous system, you pull me right out of my second world, to join you in power, willingly or unwillingly. "
All this made me doubt that I was alive. Now, when I look in the mirror, I see two faces. When I relax and drink a glass of water, I see two of his faces. Call it an illusion of the mind, because it is there that the visions are made, but that we tend to forget as living beings, the visions are real - in another world, the one we have, and when we see it, we do not always recognize it, although they disappear. It was at this time that the ghost of me was becoming more real than I, it seemed. What he was going to do next, I could not pretend, but over time I became more and more aware, he really was my second, and while I saw this face - in some places, in reflections, I knew I was alive, although I never saw him again - in the waking world, which, apparently, he did not want to be with me, I suppose he was reminded of the good side of life, which was against his nature, like a drunkard, does not want to drink with a man, trying to sober up, to no avail. (Reedited, October 6, 2010)
Note: It is written 10-6-2010 (№: 690)
Stock still (on board a cruise ship in Drake's Waters)
Far from the truth, I changed the mind instinct in my young days, that now I will be dead for a long time. Yes, indeed, instinct, the natural gift of animals living in nature. For often I was stunned and humble with the help of mysterious and sometimes crazy ability to move and survived all the trials, but this one time - I dare say that I was puzzled - and that this is a soft description of my emotions, I was shocked by literature ,
I unfastened the cabin window to see what the excitement was: “Rope. Take the rope! ”A voice in the dark said that someone was losing their strength. Satisfied with what I heard correctly, by this time I had moved forward, and the sounds of a moan, which I heard along with a cry for help, had disappeared enough, to a less clear quality, tone or tenor. When I looked out the window, down, I saw a shadow, trembling and trembling, plaintively.
In a silent voice - a shadow that had the shape of a man who looked ghostly - a voice almost piercing in helplessness, which for some reason did not hit me directly in the heart, and touched me strangely, but maybe half asleep, I said: Kanat is good , I will get a rope ... "all the time assuming that I was in a dream, if not a nightmare, and then I found myself - despite a dream or a nightmare, hurrying from the cabin to the deck, next to the run, my wife called me:" Wait, stop a minute, you will have a nightmare! ”
“There's a rope somewhere,” I told her, almost in a panic, instead I grabbed a life jacket and rushed to the edge of the ship.
"No no!" - shouted my wife, and I stopped. instinctively.
Now, having caught her breath and the composition, she grabbed me, dragged me back, my right leg along the edge of the ship, Drake under me and 6000 meters deep. She was in terrible condition, trembling from the October atmosphere. As far as the atmosphere with wet dampness was, I just noticed, light rain, lit by a night lamp, called the moon and the lights of the ship - I felt isolated at the end and the edge of the world, water all around me, it surrounded me when I exhaled inexperienced torpor quietly coming out of the mist, peering over the side of my ghost.
“You dreamed,” my wife told me, now she is fully awake or it seems so. Perhaps it was some kind of manifestation, I told myself, but my mind disagreed with that. Now I understand what this instinct is. Why don't I say, rarely do I make that choice.
When I returned to my room, half naked, I became terribly cold, and my teeth were loose from wet, I was very embarrassed, I was so closing the window, little by little my teeth stopped talking, the warmth of the cabin - through me, and the effect of quiet, the humming ship, and my exhaustion made me sleep, because it all surrounded me, wrapped me in a shawl.
When we arrived in Punta Arenas the next day, at 11:40, the sister ship was already docked with us. A group of people stood about the conversation and looked pretty serious. I suppose that I am a practical person, therefore, in any case, my wife and I went and asked what excitement this was, and one of the staff members said reluctantly with stumbling words: “We are a short passenger."
Written on October 5, 2010 (№: 689) bs
