Progression #9

[Chapter Two- “Crossing Over” — Part Three of Three]

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Jack was carried slowly toward the star. He was not resisting, not allowing the fear to corrupt his mind. No possible escape. He was doomed.
And when the sun was up, they were scorched; and because they had no root, they withered away
The giant orb of energy was unmoving, static at the center of the great wheel of the heavens.
A reminder of constancy.
The heat intensified yet again- Hot plasma interwoven with magnetic fields. Visible radiation within the interstellar cloud.

2)

Jack’s entire life flashed before his eyes- From the first dream inside of the womb to the moment of birth. Every childhood experience in perfect sequential order. He revisited each moment from the rebellious teenage years through all the days of adulthood- Leading up to the strange hum in the forest and the trance that followed.
As each memory was replayed in his mind’s eye in rapid succession he was overwhelmed by emotion- Crushed by love and loss, overpowered by joy and regret.

Progression #8

[Chapter Two- “Crossing Over” — Part Two of Three]

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1)

The low, steady hum continued-
Jack was sitting cross-legged in the wooded valley with his eyes closed. The noise was coming from the earth and it was putting a spell on him- His breathing rate had slowed down considerably and the world seemed like a very tranquil and harmonious place.
There were many soft crackling sounds as the forest continued to transform all around him. Jack attempted to open his eyes and quickly discovered that he could not. The hum increased and he lost consciousness.

2)

Nothingness- Darkness, void… The sensation of floating. Freezing cold… Naked and alone.
Am I dead?
A tiny pinprick of white light appeared a million miles away. Then he observed a second light, a dozen, a thousand lights. They were all pulsing and flickering.
He was aimlessly drifting in outer space…
A massive spectral form was gliding toward him… It was the ghost of a planet. It was the ghost of all planets.
The beginning and the end.

3)

The spirit passed through him and Jack understood that it was a part of him- A part of everything.
The cold that pervaded his body was suddenly replaced with a sudden warmth… The heat intensified.
He turned his head around and saw that he was floating toward a huge orb of energy.
Sweeping arcs of liquid plasma. Swirling eruptions of light and power. Black patches of inactivity.
I’m on a collision course with a star

Progression #7

[Chapter Two- “Crossing Over” — Part One of Three]

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Crossing over to the other side of the barricade was like crossing over to another dimension.
The air felt at least ten degrees cooler and there was a slight breeze. He noticed bizarre patterns moving within the tall prairie grass, the trees and the shadows.
A strange sort of symmetry.
But Jack was not afraid. An unusual feeling of inner peace had overtaken him.
The old abandoned road went on without interruption for as far as he could see.

2)

Jack had the distinct feeling that he was being watched- Then he heard a slight rustling from the timbered area to his right. He stopped walking and turned to look. A deer stood stock-still about fifty feet away. The doe was staring directly at him.
Many of the tree branches and plants were moving and bending right before his eyes to form complex and inexplicable geometric patterns. What in the hell- Am I hallucinating?
My peace I give you…” A deep voice whispered.

3)

The doe seemed to nod in his general direction before turning and walking deeper into the forest.
The animal was moving at a slow pace and Jack followed it. The deer was not frightened by his presence, even seemed to be glancing back at him every so often.
A deep and melodic hum was coming from the earth beneath his feet. Tree branches had moved to block the sun. Jack fell down onto his knees and closed his eyes. The hum was putting him into a trance.

Progression #6

[Chapter One- “The Trail” — Part Six of Six]

progression number six

{To be continued…}

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1)

Jack turned away from the graffiti and walked back along the riverbank.
And through the rivers, they shall not overwhelm you. When you walk through the fire you shall not be burned, and the flames shall not consume you.
He returned to the main trail. The heat was incredible- His whole body was covered in sweat. Jack wanted to turn around and head for home, but something told him to keep going.
He journeyed even further away from civilization…

2)

Another bridge appeared- Yet another road that had been closed and converted into a trail.
Jack moved at a brisk pace in that direction. He was still amazed by the fact that he hadn’t encountered a single person since leaving the city.
He crossed the bridge and found an old road with a barricade in front of it. A large “NO TRESSPASSING” sign was posted nearby.
Hmmmmm…
Curious beyond belief, Jack decided to ignore the sign. He hopped over the barricade.

Progression #5

[Chapter One- “The Trail” — Part Five of Six]

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1)

Jack turned to the right and walked along the riverbank.
The only thing obstructing the beautiful scenery was the underside of an overpass. The old highway above was no longer in use. One of the many roads that had been blocked off and abandoned since fools with power had started shutting down the coal plants and deindustrializing the country.
I remember old Joe talking about how a fake version of environmentalism would be used against us- Everyone used to just laugh at him.

2)

Jack continued down the narrow bank until he was under the bridge. The shade provided there was a nice break from the unforgiving heat.

There was a black and white cat spray painted onto the concrete wall there. He had seen this image graffitied all across the city [Obviously created with a stencil] and wondered who was doing it.
What could possess someone to illegally paint an image of a cat over and over again? He was moving in for a closer look and tripped on something.

3)

Looking down he discovered a discarded can of spray paint that had been burned in a small bonfire.
Jack picked up the charred can and, looking around, realized that there were at least a dozen more just like it piled up in the shrubs nearby.
He wondered if this was the secret lair of the graffiti artist or simply the testing ground for the black and white cat image.
But the ashes from the fire don’t look very old- The artist was here recently.

Progression #4

[Chapter One- “The Trail” — Part Four of Six]

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1)

Jack continued down the trail and tried to ignore the geoengineering that was going on above.
The trail took him further away from the city and the suburban corporate reservation that had been constructed to imprison all who dwelt there.
Some things never change.
He thought about Charlotte and the morning they had enjoyed together. He hoped that her day at work was going well and realized that he felt strange walking without her by his side.

2)

He noticed a smaller trail that veered off from the main path- It apparently led over a hill and toward the shallow river that ran parallel to the trail a couple hundred feet away.
I have passed this way countless times without being aware of this lesser, hidden trail. Jack thought.
He was considering his next course of action when a large dragonfly buzzed past his ear- It was flying directly above the newly discovered trail, silently showing the way.

3)

He took this as an obvious sign and followed the dragonfly to the river.
Jack reached the crest of the hill and saw the fork in the river that was a perfect repeat of the fork in the trail.
Sometimes everything is just interconnected- Wheels within wheels, cycles within cycles, dreams within dreams
He walked out onto the narrow sandy bank of the river and stared down at the warped, abstract reflections in the murky water.
A strong sense of déjà vu.

Progression #3

[Chapter One- “The Trail” — Part Three of Six]

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1)

The journey continued- He was really sweating, but he was trying to chug enough water to stay fully hydrated.
Getting out of the studio for the daily exercise was absolutely necessary- A chance for him to clear his head and enjoy the little slices of nature that the city had yet to fully suffocate or poison.
After traveling another block he reached the west edge of the small city. He passed through the simple, unmarked entrance to a gravel walking trail.

2)

A Cooper’s hawk was circling high overhead and Jack paused to watch the beautiful bird.
Woe, woe, woe to the inhabitants of the earth.
The hawk drifted behind a row of dead trees and quickly disappeared from view.
Jack looked around and realized that he was completely alone on the trail- Everyone else was either working or hiding out at home with their air conditioning and televisions- Or they just simply did not know that the trail existed.

3)

There were dead trees to be seen on both sides of the trail- The outer bark had turned gray and many had already fallen over. Gnarled roots were reaching out toward nothing.
Many airplanes were crisscrossing above, covering the blue sky with a white grid work of chemtrails.
Jack sighed.
Even out here, outside of the city, he could not escape or ignore the insanity of the modern world.
Grim silence on the trail…

Progression #2


[Chapter One- “The Trail” — Part Two of Six]

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1)

Jack closed and locked the front door of the condo. He traveled down two flights of stairs to reach street level.
It was another hot and humid summer day. A few beads of sweat had already broken out across his brow by the time he reached the sidewalk. He walked over the elaborate pattern of shadows cast upon the concrete by the countless tree branches overhead.
He removed the lid from the water bottle and enjoyed a drink while trying not to think about the heat.

2)

It seemed like every other house that he passed by had a red “FOR SALE” sign posted in the front yard. Jack had attempted to explain the housing bubble [And many other aspects of the economy] to family and friends since moving back to the small city a year ago- But no one seemed to care.
A massive weeping willow stood on the next corner. He paused momentarily to observe the long and narrow leaves and the mazelike furrows across the gray bark of the willow before continuing on his way.

3)

An old red minivan pulled up to the curb next to where Jack was walking. An old man sitting behind the wheel- A compete stranger to Jack- Appeared to be alone inside of the vehicle.
“Hey- Buddy! Can you tell me how to get to the hospital from here?” The old man yelled out of the open passenger side window.
Jack walked over to the van and gave him basic directions.
“Thanks so much!” The man said. The van sped off down the road. Jack shrugged- A bit confused- And then continued on his way.

Progression #1

[Chapter One- “The Trail” — Part One of Six]

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[To be continued…] 

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1)

Jack Altomare had spent the morning in his art studio working on a new abstract ink drawing. He had originally planned on adding color to it, but was now enjoying it too much in black and white. He decided not to change it.

Jack stretched and yawned at the same time. His neck and lower back were sore from sitting hunched over for hours- It was time for a break. He sat the pen down next to an empty coffee mug and stood up from the drawing table.

Another drawing finished. He thought.

2)

He turned and looked at the oversized clock hanging on the wall. Eleven o‘clock. Charlotte, his wife, would be at her job for at least another four hours.
Jack walked into the bedroom where he slipped out of his shorts and into a clean pair of blue jeans. He left the bedroom and picked his old boots up from the mat next to the front door. He sat down on the edge of the couch in the living room and laced them up.
It was time for a break. He tried to go on a walk everyday, weather permitting.

3)

The cat was laying on the floor next to the couch with all four paws up in the air. Jack leaned over and scratched under his chin.
“I’ll be back in a little while, Hermes.” Jack said. “Guard the house for me until I return.”
The cat rolled over onto his side and closed his eyes.
Jack gathered a few personal items and grabbed a large bottle of purified water from the refrigerator. He briefly debated on calling Charlotte before heading out, then decided not to bother her while she was on the clock.