This story starts with the humans of the planet Earth in the Sun solar system of the Milky Way Galaxy. We enter at a point in time where things are going to dramatically change, where the future of their beings and societies can be directly and consciously designed through the tools they have developed in the past up to the present. The Earth year is 2010, and we follow one very determined person in their quest for a new paradigm beyond the status quo, for adventures beyond where any others have ventured, for answers to deeper questions, for new lives cultured away from the source, for new beings departed from conventional reality, for a glimpse into a realm where logic leaves behind human, where existence outlives this space and time. As with any adventure, we being with the things that have yet to be, and through the telling, we will have arrived somewhere, possibly an end, but more likely just one step closer in a greater story of this vast reality.
Once upon a time I was dead. Then, all of a sudden... poof; I was alive. Then in a blink of an eye I was dead again. This is the story of what happened in between.
My name is Sam. It's not short for Samantha or anything, just Sam. I've lived all my life in Brentwood. This place literally sucks. It sucks your life away, day by day, year by year, until you're too tired, too old, or too full of responsibilities to escape. There's only one High School in Brentwood, and, you guessed it, it sucks too. The only reason I manage to stay sane is because my parents aren't completely awful and I have two awesome friends, Henrik and Danny. I've known them forever. Up until now, my purpose in life has been to simply survive the suck, but this is the point where everything changes. I was so normal. Sure, maybe I was smarter than most, and more stubborn that most, but how could I ever have imagine the realities I would step into. Compared to the adversities of my futures, the misfortune of grown up in Brentwood was nothing. Compared to the adventures that lay ahead of me, my wildest dreams were nothing. Compared to everything, this... THIS is nothing. Looking back, I wonder if I would do it all again if I had to. Ha! Of course I would. I'd do it with unrelenting passion and a smirk on my face. Oh, I see. Now you want to know how I found this devilish path I got to be on. You're only human. Ha. Ha ha. Okay. I'll tell you... back to the start again.
We were sitting in our spot watching over our domain and dreaming up futures for the three of us. Our hill looked over the entirety of the city, a tourist town waiting calmly for summer to hit and the sunscreen covered middle class families to flock in.
Danny cracked a sly smiled,
Henrik and I chuckled.
I decided to play along,
The grass we sat on epitomized Brentwood. It was a nice place to stay for a while, but there were no adventures or excitement to be had, just full of people stuck in their false American dreams. Often times we would sit in long silences, contemplating life, or just staring at horizon, wondering what adventures might await us beyond our kingdom of Brentwood.
I broke the silence,
Danny sat up,
Henrik doesn't say anything.
I spent the next month planning furiously, pouring over all the books in the library trying to figure out what our adventure should be. I eventually came across a story I had once heard before. It was about a team of fifteen men that aimed to trek through an infamous passage that snakes through treacherous mountain terrain. They called it Judgment Pass. No one had ever made it out the other side alive. The only people who lived to tell of the tales were the ones who turned back. In this particular story, only one man survived, and he told of a wondrous and tormentuous place that would push any man to beyond human limits. I read the book twice, falling in love with the idea of Judgment Pass more and more by the day, but I didn't dare speak of it to the others... not yet. Not until they realized as I did that the tragedy is not in the life lost in search of a deeper meaning, but the life lost through the slow torment of passive indecision, wasting away in a sea of 'what ifs'.
I wrote up a manifesto for our journey in my state of inspiration (although it was mostly just for me).
It won't be too far before
reality is crushed to conformity by the dysfunctional identity brigade,
barely reaching a medium for extant thought.
Drafted into being; cultured into form.
Form a new culture to be a new draft,
Pondering extant mediums we could still try to reach.
Aid the identity; bridge from dysfunctional conformity to reality,
before it's too far.
First, you find a map. Second you leave the city to find the trail head. Third you walk the path. Fourth you reach the edge of the map. Fifth you throw away the map and make the way into the unknown. Sixth you find the truths that lie in the dark and empty yourself of everything but these truths. Seventh you make your way back to the city under your own terms, knowing you can conquer anything.
I now knew what I needed to do, I just had to do it.
I let out a sigh.
I continued stuffing my backpack.
Honk! Honk! I finished downing some cereal, grabbed my pack, and headed out the front door to join Danny and Henrik. Danny popped the trunk and I shoved my backpack in alongside Danny's.
From inside the car Henrik said,
I closed the trunk and went around to join Henrik in the back seat.
He nodded. I leaned over and putting my head on his shoulder. He kissed me on the head, dispelling any momentary worries I might have had.