Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 1298: Spiritual Essence II

It is difficult to describe in detail what the spiritual world of the tortured person looks like. Through their eyes, walking into their hearts, and after pushing open the doors, each independent spiritual world is presented in the senses in a posture that is integrated into a whole. This is the world that is observed with the "heart", it is everything that can only be recognized by the senses, and emerges through the forms that can be understood and observed by oneself. I have always believed that if a scientific view is used to explain the spiritual world, then the "spirit" must be high-dimensional. Under normal circumstances, the dimension of the spirit is higher than the dimension of the body, which prevents people from fully observing it. Once the observation is made, it will inevitably cause the spirit to "dimension reduction" based on the low dimensionality of the physical cognition. Reflected in the way.

Even conscious walkers can use the power of conscious walking to more intuitively touch the ideological world, but the limitations of their own cognition and observation capabilities still cannot allow conscious walkers to see the truest of the ideological world. appearance. Only then will we observe the unexplainable, unspeakable "weirds" that exist in the ideological world.

I don't quite understand what the principles of these "weirds" are in scientific explanation, and it is impossible to use scientific knowledge to interpret these "weirds" themselves. However, if these "weirds" are also theoretical and can be explained by science, then they must also be presented to the conscious walker in the form of "dimension reduction" from the high-dimensional world because of the behavior of observation.

No one can explain "mystery". "Mystery" is not fixed in an unknown place, but a kind of unknown relative to "known". If there is a premise to the saying that "science can explain everything", that is, "the unknown is limited", and scientific progress can resolve this limited unknown sooner or later, but if the unknown is infinite, then "science can explain everything." "The argument is simply not valid. Then, the premise of "mystery" is that "unknown" is infinite, no matter how the scope of "known" expands. The unknown end is still infinite, and there must be a "mystery" that is infinitely far from the "known" range.

When the power of "mystery" acts on things that actually exist and can be felt and recognized, it will be reflected in phenomena that seem to be similar to one's own cognition. Such as flame, frost, curse, space and time, etc., but its essence. The principle and method of action are unresolvable. It is precisely because it is impossible to trace its roots, so even if it is manifested in the phenomena of "making flames", "increasing speed", and "controlling air pressure", it is still "unknown".

In such a concept of "mystery", there is never the possibility that "with scientific progress, mystery will gradually be recognized and then die out".

The contradiction between science and mystery, in my understanding, lies in its preconditions. Is it "the unknown is finite" or "the unknown is infinite". For me, for the things that I can observe, I expect it to be in the "limited unknown" and be understood by myself, but I also hope that "the unknown is infinite", so that I can fill my heart with many kinds of The expectation of diverse possibilities, especially when faced with a desperate predicament, is more inclined to the latter.

As long as the unknown is infinite, there is no absolute necessity, and every seemingly desperate result. There must be the possibility of change.

So, if "mystery" is just "mystery", I both like science and look forward to "mystery". However. The connection between the doomsday illusion and the hospital reality makes it impossible for me to simply regard the "mystery" in the doomsday illusion as such a purely mysterious concept, and I have to connect it with a "virus".

The mystery of the "virus" has become the root of all the "mysteries" in the doomsday illusion I observed. All the "mysteries" in the doomsday illusion, their characteristics and concepts. All are determined by the mystery of the "virus". Therefore, the "mystery" in the doomsday illusion is full of viciousness. In other words, the doomsday illusion that only exists because of the "virus" is indisputably malignant. The frightening thing is that this kind of malignancy does not destroy the doomsday illusion. What can be eradicated, or rather, because the "virus" is the root cause, therefore, as long as the "virus" exists, the doomsday illusion cannot be truly destroyed, which means that the malignancy cannot be truly eradicated.

People who exist in this doomsday illusion because of the "virus" must also be the victims of this viciousness.

The experience of these victims, even if there is a moment of happiness, but the tragedy is an inevitable ending. The victims who have been tortured in the dungeon and are on the verge of collapse or have collapsed, although it is undeniable that they are the "talkers" and the perpetrators are the culprits, but in terms of the viciousness of the entire doomsday illusion, these victims experience All this can also be regarded as a kind of necessity. If it weren’t for them, there would be other people experiencing all of this, and even if other people experienced all of this on their behalf, they themselves would experience the same degree or more terrible torture at some point in the future, and the perpetrators themselves would inevitably Will become a victim at some point.

I have no intention to excuse the perpetrator. I am quite sure that both the victim and the perpetrator will end up in the same miserable situation.

Because the doomsday illusion is such a vicious world, and all the people who exist here have been in **** for a long time. In such a world, no matter what kind of belief they live, they adopt It’s not a different fate if you’re alive. The ideological world has an extremely close relationship with the material world. And people's consciousness is bound to be closely related to their environment. In such a malignant world, even the spiritual world of "normal people" must have more malignant manifestations than people in the normal world.

Therefore, the malignancy that conscious walkers have to face when consciously walking, and the malignancy they use the power of conscious walking, are more serious than the malignancy of people in the normal world.

Perhaps it is precisely because of such thoughts. Therefore, when I opened the door to the souls of these tortured people, the viciousness that rushed to my face was so strong that I couldn’t imagine it before I came into contact. To the point.

Like a dark swamp full of poisonous gas, it is unrecognizable, sticky and disgusting. There is no body formed by memory, there is no concrete image of things, and there is no time and space. This is turbid chaos, and being in it, it seems that everything has melted in this stickiness and nausea. For the first time, I have seen that the malignancy in people's hearts has reached this level. I can already understand why these people's eyes are so hollow and desperate.

But. It doesn't matter.

"I don't know how to save you, but I am willing to try." I said to myself in a calm voice. Without a trace of hesitation, he stepped deep into this dark swamp, sinking into the huge viciousness that covered up, or, in other words, melted all the things of the soul. I feel it. These viciousness penetrated into my body at a terrible speed, and invaded my heart. I didn't refuse, I opened my heart, recalled the beauty and consciousness of the past, and thought about the road to the future.

Thinking at a terrible speed stirred these sticky malignant things, and gradually became dull in that stickiness. However, thinking hasn't stopped, feeling hasn't stopped. Although it was slow, it was still stirring, spinning, and moving in unspeakable ways.

I tasted the desperate and painful things in it, empathized with the terrible experiences that had happened to them, and implanted myself in their memories with calls, and walked into the feelings they had when they were tortured. I imagined myself returning to their past in a mysterious form, when they were tortured. It became the hallucinations they had at the time, and the auditory hallucinations that were whispering to them. Encourage them and let them be the only light in their hearts when they are isolated and helpless. Become their last pillar, and become their straw-like belief in their hearts when they don't actually get any help.

I open my heart, endure the pain with them, and then let them know. How strong can a person be? I appeared in front of them in the way of hallucinations, told my story in the way of auditory hallucinations, and became their imaginary partner.

I can't prove that I am the strongest person, but I never doubt that what they have encountered cannot crush me. And as long as you can't crush me, you can't crush them. Real time is difficult to reverse, but in the mind, time does not have absolute meaning.

I hope they can find the motivation to stand up again in my heart. I have died and recovered again. I have witnessed the "truth" that is more desperate than what happened to them, and I have also faced the most terrifying monsters. Perhaps, the "talker" recognized something from "it", that was the cause of his distortion and madness, and he spread those things to these people, this is the truth of direct spiritual torture. However, relative to my experience, that's not a big deal. Just because I am so painful, feeling the misery and despair of the world, so——

When I stand up again, I must be stronger than everyone else.

I walked into their hearts and became the illusionist who had been sharing the joys and sorrows with them in the dark time in the past, and inspiring them.

I was born in their hearts and walked into the desperate period of time in their hearts. This is a practice that I have never tried in the past consciousness walks.

Even so, I never doubt that I can do it.

This is a reminder of the way the "talker" illusion exists.

Yes...I mumbled, maybe I am not a hero, nor can I make up for the past, nor can I change the torture you have suffered, but in your hearts, I return to your past, and I am by your side. Has my voice been conveyed to your hearts?

I don't know how long it has passed, my thinking has never been so slow, almost at a standstill, I suddenly lifted a heavy ambition and started to speed up. I felt like I was waking up from a nightmare, and after passing through the timeless haze, I was completely awakened all at once.

I realized that I didn't fall asleep, let alone close my eyes, just after a long, indescribable conscious walk. And this kind of conscious walking, even if it is intentional, is difficult to determine whether it can still be done.

I watched these prisoners who were also awakened from the walking of consciousness. I hope to see the revival in their eyes again.

"I am Gao Chuan. I'm here to save you." I said to them aloud.

The pair of eyes staring at me seemed to start to shine. They stood up one after another, even if they were trembling, but they seemed to hear my voice. Originally full of despair, there was only despair, or even the hollow eyes that did not exist, a trace of emotion emerged, and I felt their surprise and uncertainty. They are mentally abnormal, but this does not mean that they cannot think or know. As long as they begin to think and recognize, they will definitely re-accept the fact that they are saved now.

They must act on their own, otherwise, only me and the "third-level" mageweave deceased boy will not be able to save all of them on the next journey.

"It's me, Gao Chuan." I said my name out loud to them again.

"Gao Chuan...It's Mr. Gao Chuan..." Someone made a weak, hesitant voice.

"Keep your eyes open and see clearly! You are saved! I destroyed the cage!" I said to them, "I am here, it's real, not an illusion."

"It's Mr. Gao Chuan! It's Mr. Gao Chuan!" Someone finally yelled~IndoMTL.com~ Then, many people cried and trembled excitedly. They covered their faces and mouths and made a voice full of complex emotions, "We are saved! Mr. Gao Chuan has really come, and he has come to save us!"

Even if it is obviously a patient at the Peninsula Mental Hospital, he can recognize me. The excitement is no different from the others around me.

They were very weak physically and mentally, and soon some people couldn't bear the shock of excitement and made a violent coughing sound. Some people no longer had the strength to stand, and their legs fell to the ground.

I walked up, helped them up one by one, and put them in the hands of the people next to them. I hugged them one by one, like old friends who meet again. Although before this nightmare, they and I were just strangers, but in the world of our hearts, we are already companions in common adversity. I cannot change their past, nor can I guarantee their future, but at least I can save their present.

There are six males and five females, the youngest is in their twenties, and the oldest is under forty. After their spirits recovered a little bit, they could finally understand their current situation. I have no intention of making them think about the past, and there is no time for them to lick their wounds, because we must leave here. (To be continued.) 88 reading