Ex Hypnopompic Hallucination Feb 16th 2026
… There is a moment between sleep and wakefulness when a commanding voice may be heard, coming perhaps from a drama from further back in the dream. It seems to be the sudden intervening authority of an awesome power …
... After that moment, imagine how his authority and importance now swelled up to impose various doctrines and religious themes born for the adherence of others…
You might think that if I had this experience of a voice and invisible presence of biblical dimension I would by now have opened at least a small church though more likely, considering the power of the experience, be talking to millions.
I was singularly unsuited to a religious calling. With my jaw wracked open in fright in that moment staring deep into the retractable lamp on the bedside table, I was pretty sure this was meant for someone a few doors further down the hallway.
Tried church but felt uncomfortable. When the archbishop walked into the cathedral every word he said was unsubstantiated to me. I felt self consciously that he was marking me out among the crowd which I suppose he was not, so that I started looking for a place in the side chapels where I might privately address my thoughts.
Before I could move the dancing had started, so that I lurched unsteadily on my heels and tried to bob about but could not connect with the emotional flows of the congregation.
I realized when the woman clutched my hand, that unfortunately the energy straightway began to part around both of us and not just myself. She could tell I was not much good at suspending disbelief and no better as well at dancing.
I believe there was no other way than to be here at the limits of a solitary and very stubborn type of figuring which is where I can still be found.