Hi all, it's the Ghost. Are we ready for a good story this
weekend? Because we have been very busy. I have quite the tale to
tell today. We have been very busy over the last couple of weeks.
If you've wondered where we've been, and I'm going to tell you all about
it today. If you're new here, I am the Ghost. I'm an
EXCIA agent and now I am a dark operative on the dark Web, pretty
much working exclusively with outrageous requests that come in to me and my team over
the dark web. Usually these are things that the conventional methods, either law
or otherwise cannot handle take care of, or they would actually refuse to do
it because the situation is so outrageous. That's when people end up coming to
me. Then if we decide to take the job, we handle it.
So these requests come to me over the dark web, and I have a
new request for you today. Let me read it to you. Hello.
I hope this message finds you well. My name is doctor Alexander Vasiliev and
I'm reaching out to you with a matter of utmost urgency. I am a
researcher in the field of neuroscience and experimental psychology, and I'm currently based in
Chisenow, the capital of Moldova. I find myself in a situation that has
spiraled out of control, beyond the boundaries of conventional science and ethics. A
group of individuals who were once my patients has fallen victim to unforeseen side effects
caused by an unauthorized experimentation with my research materials. This experiment involved my work
on the human subconscious mind, which at the time was far from being ready
for human applications. These individuals, driven by their own desperation and a desire
to find answers within the depths of their own minds, managed to gain access
to my research facility and use my experimental technology without my knowledge or consent.
Their actions have plunged them into a world of uncertainty and detachment from reality,
and I fear the consequences of their actions are far reaching. I have exhausted
all available resources and traditional methods in science and otherwise in an attempt to reverse
the effects of this unauthorized experiment, but to no avail. It has become
clear that I need someone with your unique expertise to help me understand and navigate
the uncharted territory of the subconscious mind. I implore you to consider assisting me
in this dire situation. The individuals involved in this unauthorized experiment were once my
patience and their well being is now at risk. The potential consequences for our
world are immeasurable. If you agree to help, I will provide you with
all the necessary information and access to our facility in Chisenow. Time is of
the essence, and I understand the gravity of the situation. Please ghost join
me in unraveling this unprecedented mystery, and together we may be the hope for
those who venture into the depths of their own subconscious awaiting your response and guidance,
Doctor Alexander Vassiliev. Okay, So that was the request, and this
was pretty much straightforward to me. I am familiar with doctor Vassiliev, and
I decide that yes, I will go meet him in Moldova, and am
going to bring Frankie with me. So let's get to that. There we
were touching down in Moldova, a place where the past and presence seemed to
kind of coexist in an odd sort of harmony. Chis and now the capital
greeted us with cobblestone streets that whispered tales of history, while modern skyscrapers reached
for the sky. A city of contrasts, just the way we like it.
Our destination was a discreet hotel, a hidden gem in the heart of
his andow. The lobby was all about elegance, with chandeliers casting a soft
glow and marble floors that had seen their share of stories. It felt calm,
like an oasis in the midst of a psychological storm. But you know,
us always on the lookout for the unusual. As we approached the reception
desk, something caught our eye. A man looking disheveled and clearly distrust stood
near the grand staircase. His eyes darted around, words stumbling out of his
mouth incoherently. Frankie and I shared a knowing look. We'd been around the
block enough to recognize when something just wasn't quite right. The mysterious nature of
our work had honed our instincts, making us experts and spotting these subtle signs.
We got our room key cards while keeping an eye on this troubled man.
There was an unease in the air, like there was a storm waiting
to break. It was as if it was a sign, a sign for
what was to come this new job. Well, after getting settled enough,
we stepped out of our hotel in Chisenow onto the bustling streets of the capitol.
The city was buzzing with life, a fusion of old world charm and
modern vitality. Cobblestone streets led the way, intertwined with a labyrinth of narrow
alleys that hid secrets of their own. Frankie and I decided to explore the
city on foot, immersing ourselves in its vibrant culture. Colorful buildings lined the
streets, their architecture telling stories of centuries gone by. Street vendors puddled local
delicacies, the aromas mingling with the crisp autumn air. As we strolled through
the city, I couldn't help but notice the contrast between the tradition and the
innovation. Moldova a place where history and progress come together. It's the perfect
setting for a mission like this. Actually, the people we passed seemed friendly,
but carried an air of mystery, as if they had their own sects.
Soon we arrived at the heart of Chisenow, where doctor Vassiliev's research facility
awaited. The building stood tall amidst the city's eclectic architecture, its sleek modern
design standing out. As we entered the research facility, the atmosphere was noticeably
tense. The building, while not overly imposing from the outside, had an
air of secrecy that clung to it. Inside, the corridors were plane with
a hint of sterility that hinted at the seriousness of the work that was conducted
within. We were met by the doctor himself, a man who exuded an
aura of both intellectual brilliance and deep concern. He guided us to a small,
unassuming meeting room, where we took our seats at a plain wooden table.
The room was devoid of any extravagant equipment, a stark contrast to the
complexities of the situation before us. After our introductions, he started to explain
things. His voice trembled with the urgency as he began to explain this dire
situation. Doctor Alexander Vassiliev delved into the inception of his experiment, which had
initially held noble intentions. His goal had been to unlock hidden potentials within the
human mind so as to enhance cognitive abilities beyond ordinary limits. You know,
we always think the brain can do more, and he was trying to work
on it. However, as he recounted the early stages of his work,
it became clear that his optimism had led him astray. He spoke of a
patient, this woman who had come seeking help for debilitating anxiety and persistent nightmares.
While doctor Vassiliev had believed that his experimental approach at that time could offer
a breakthrough, a chance to free her from the chains of her subconscious fears,
as he described the sessions that followed, it became evident that his initial
hopes had turned into a sobering realization. The experimental methods had not yielded the
expected results, and instead they had unraveled the woman's subconscious mind, exposing her
to a world of terror and confusion. Doctor Vassiliav detailed how the patient had
become trapped within her own mind, unable to distinguish reality from the twisted manifestations
of her deepest fears. Her condition had deteriorated rapidly, and she descended into
a state of perpetual torment, lost within the labyrinth recesses of her own consciousness.
It was during this time that doctor Vassiliev had recognized the limitations of his
theories and experimental equipment. He watched helplessly as his patient's mind spiraled into chaos,
and it became painfully clear that this approach was not yet ready for practical
application. He had managed to save this one patient from the brink of complete
descent into the subconscious, but the experience had left him with a profound sense
of the dangers that lay within the uncharted territory of the human mind. As
he spoke of the woman's ordeal, his voice carried a weight of guilt and
remorse, even though fortunately he was able to save this woman. It was
this pivotal moment that had prompted him to reevaluate his work and acknowledge the potential
dangers it posed to those who ventured into this uncharted territory. Right, he
really thought he was onto something, and although it wasn't working out just yet,
he still held out hope that maybe maybe in the future, something could
be done with this subconscious, but just not yet now. Once that doctor
was able to shake off some of these bad feelings that he was having around
that one patient, just even telling the story, he continued, he went
deeper into an explanation of what had actually happened when his experiment went wrong.
He wanted me to understand and the real dangers here of what the subconscious was
capable of. And he used the term the unfolding to describe what happened to
this woman and what can happen to anyone. He described it as a phenomenon
where the deepest recesses of the human mind are brought perilously close to the surface,
causing a profound shift in perception and understanding. And he explained it like
this. Think of all of your thoughts, your emotions, your intellect,
all of it is an intricate puzzle with all of those pieces, okay,
And as we live our lives and experience different things, those pieces rearrange themselves
so that we can still fit into this world, whether it be happy times
or sad times or hard times. We still know who we are and we
know what our bases. But if your subconscious were to unravel on you,
then it would be as if suddenly all of your puzzle pieces had been rearranged
and all of it happening unknowingly to you. Well, then suddenly there would
be no order to your world, and nothing would make any sense anymore.
The filter your mental eyes through which you see the world and those around you
would no longer align like they once did, and it would cause you to
act in ways that would seem erratic and detached from reality to others. Doctor
Vassiliev explained how the human mind is a finely tuned instrument, with each piece
of the puzzle representing a unique aspect of an individual's consciousness. These pieces,
he said, were harmoniously together to navigate and fit into what is the world
itself. So now, for those who tried to heal themselves the now victims
in all of this, and there were eight of them, by the way,
When the unfolding occurred, it was as if the puzzle had been disassembled
and then haphazards reassembled. It was all done without the needed knowledge and know
how. These were just people, not doctors, not medical researchers, and
so unfortunately now their result was a fractured perception of the world, where thoughts
and emotions and intellect no longer functioned in unison. Instead, they operated within
the confines of a distorted worldview, where the rules logic and reason no longer
applied. Literally, nothing would be as it was, and nothing would make
sense to them, and they would seem and appear to be even more insane.
Doctor Vassiliev likened it to a shattered mirror, okay, where each shard
reflected a different facet of one's psyche, but the overall image was now fragmented
and chaotic. The overall image was not as it should be. At that
point, it would be an overwhelming and disorienting experience for anyone it affected.
And it became very clear, very fast, that this unfolding was a profound
disruption of the human psyche, and not having experienced any of this before,
we could all only hope that at least some of what has happened here it
can be reversed. So, as you guys can see, it didn't take
long for it all to become very clear. Obviously, the doctor could not
rely on anything conventional to fix this situation, if it was even fixable.
Both he and I understood that this challenge would require something extraordinary, something untouched
by humanity before entering the collective subconscious realm. After we were done discussing all
of this and all of the unfortunate details, I let him know that I
would accept the job. Doctor Vassiliev was glad, of course, but he
was also fully aware of the risks, and so was I. Entering the
collective subconscious realm, or subcon as he called it was uncharted tear rory,
like I said, and the dangers loomed ominously. But us as a team
going into this subcon all right. By us doing that, we risk our
own individual subconscious minds being pulled to the surface, which mind you could potentially
detach any one of us from reality, and this would render one insane in
our physical world, the one that we know and understand and live in.
And should that happen at any level, we would surely be stuck. The
doctor barely saved his one patient, and she was not nearly as deep in
as we would be going. She, however, was one where we would
be going in more knowingly and together together we can be stronger than just one.
And know that doesn't guarantee our complete safety, but it definitely helps give
us an edge. Now, let's say, though, that we completely fail
and this all just continues. Well, the implications of failing to reverse or
stop the unleashed subconscios energies would be nothing short of catastrophic. As the doctor
would explain next, he couldn't help but acknowledge the looming threat that extended beyond
the individuals who were currently at that time directly affected. So with the subconscious,
the energies of one's mind could actually intertwine and become a volatile force,
and that force could grow. I mean energy is energy, guys, and
it feeds on itself. Ever end up around someone who's in a fit of
laughter, well, you kind of want to start laughing also after a while,
rite. I mean, energy is energy, and it is infectious.
Therefore, the danger here lie in the possibility that these unleashed energies could inadvertently
influence others they come across. It would be akin to a slow moving but
impersonable wave creeping into the minds of unsuspecting individuals, subtly altering their perceptions and
thoughts. Come on, guys, this happens to us every day. We
tend to pick up habits from our partners or spouse, or start doing things
like our roommates or even our children. The spread is everywhere. We just
don't take notice of it each and every time, and then overtime, this
subtle influence could spread like an insidious contagion, gradually eroding the boundaries of rationality
and reality. The world as we know it would succumb to a gradual descent
into a new way of living, one dominated by psychosis and chaos. Just
imagine that It came time in our meeting to see what doctor Vassiliev was talking
about, and he led Frankie and I to this sterile, kind of dimly
lit room in the depths of the research facility, a ward clearly set aside
for his newly insane patients. Patients up before now were already experiencing debilitating anxiety,
which was bad enough, and now they were literally on the brink of
total insanity. We saw the eight patients there, lying motionless on the hospital
beds, their eyes vacant, unresponsive to anything around them. The room was
very hushed and quiet, except for a couple of nurses moving about in the
faint hum of monitoring equipment. Frankie and I just looked down at them.
They looked peaceful now, only because they were sedated. They had to be,
or they couldn't handle anything around them. They could even become a danger
to themselves. The doctor's words echoed in our minds, describing the potential contagion
of chaos and psychosis that could spread beyond the boundaries of their subconscious minds and
this facility, I mean. I looked around the room. We were there,
the nurses were there. Was it spreading already? One of the patients,
a middle aged man named Mark, lay closest to the observation window.
He was strapped to the bed, and his body started twitching sporadically, as
if caught in the throes of an invisible struggle. His meds were wearing off,
and the nurse was on it, but in the meantime, his gaze
remained fixed on an unseen horizon. As he started to struggle, and his
lips moved, muttering incomprehensible words. I could only wonder what was he thinking,
what was he seeing? As we watched in somber fascination, Mark's movements
grew more frantic. His limbs flailed, as if engaged in a desperate battle
within the intangible forces that gripped his mind. It was a disconcerting sight,
I have to say, the embodiment of a consciousness at war with itself.
Doctor Vassiliev explained that Mark was one of the more severely affected patients. His
subconscious mind in a constant state of turmoil. The images and thoughts that flooded
his awareness were beyond his control. It was a relentless cascade of inner chaos
that this guy was experiencing, and there was nothing he could do about it.
And physically he was different as well. I mean, even though we
had never met the man, it was very clear that he was not in
his normal state. It was apparent that his physical appearance had undergone a peculiar
type of transformation through all of this, Though he retained a human form,
of course, an eerie distortion had taken hold of his presence. There was
almost what looked like a faint mist clinging to his body, billowing with every
erratic movement. It swirled around him like a shroud of intangible energy seeping through
from the other realm into our known physical world. This otherworldly mist, it
was a manifestation of the chaotic forces within his subconscious mind, an unsettling visual
representation of the battle that raged beneath the surface. And we could see it
now. It was even taking a physical form. This could be the contagion
the patient marked. He suddenly blinked, and frank and I both jumped back.
The guy's eyes almost seemed to light up, but his skin seemed pale
in that moment, paler than it was before, almost translucent. I mean,
nothing about it seemed good or right. His physical body was getting overwhelmed.
The surreal transformation was clearly the profound impact of the unfolding, a phenomenon
that defied conventional understanding, and it begged for intervention. That's why we were
there. The experience of witnessing such a struggle was both disheartening and sobering.
We left the medical recovery ward, the haunting image of Mark etched in our
minds. All of what happened with doctor Vassiliev that day was heavy. Back
at the hotel, Frankie and I get the rest of the team on the
line and we end up calling in Jagger and Rider. We're going to leave
Scarlett and Harley at the warehouse, leave them there ready to provide back up
if need be so. Then I'm going to fast forward to Jagger and Ryder
arriving at our location in Chisenow, Moldova, and as a team, we
had gotten all that we could from the doctor and Now, with the rest
of my team for this job having arrived, we had some working sessions in
front of us. We had some research to do, papers to read through.
We needed to get to know everything we could about these patients themselves.
A lot had to be done. We needed to also understand the mechanics of
entering the subcon, the potential risks involved in how we could reverse or stop
the unleashed subconscious energies within it, and eventually our plan did begin to take
shape. This plan involved not only saving the victims, but avoiding becoming victims
ourselves. First, we would establish a mental anchor something to tether us to
reality. Sounds like we need something crazy or extra amazing, right, but
it really doesn't have to be. What we're really doing is giving ourselves a
challenge, something to think about and know, so that we can help gauge
each other and make sure we're all still mentally intact while we are in the
subcon. And for this we decided to use a simple riddle, a riddle
that went like this. In realms of thought, I weave my spell invisible
to sight, Yet you know me well a journey deep within. I shall
guide your way, but stray too far and in darkness you will stay.
What am I do? You guys know the answer to that riddle? I'm
just curious The answer is the imagination simple enough, but it might not be
so simple when we get to the inside. I mean, of course we
know the answer. We need to keep knowing the answer though, right when
we're asking each other the question in the subcon and of course asking the question,
we need to remember the riddle and the answer so that we understand if
we can make a complete thought while we're on the inside. And that's all
it takes. It doesn't take something that extraordinary to help gauge if you're present
or not. Next up, we decided on a cutting edge device known as
the Mental Nexus Interface the MNI. This remarkable technology had been developed by a
select group of scientists working at the forefront of neuroscience and experimental technology. The
MNI would allow us to establish a mental connection between our team members, effectively
linking our minds and creating this sort of collective consciousness. It's not literally connecting
our minds, but when we're all focused, it will put us all in
the same place, the same mindset. In preparation for entry into the subcon.
It's not quite a hypnosis tool, but it does sort of harness your
mind in the same way, if that helps describe it at all. And
then the last thing, the third and final thing we needed, was a
way to save these victims, or try anyway now. Our first idea involved
employing a specialized device to emit this high pitched, penetrating sound. Think of
a psychic dog whistle that could cut through the chaos of the subcon. This
signal would serve as a universal beacon, offering clarity and a chance for every
victim to regain consciousness. The idea here would be that they would have enough
time to realize they were somewhere else, somewhere they should not be, and
hopefully they could realize that they can do something about it, be compelled to
follow the whistle. The second idea centered around creating a pulsing light, again
like a beacon in the darkness of the subcon. This visual signal could hopefully
draw the attention of those ensnared by their subconscious, guiding them toward awareness and
allowing them to break free from the relentless grip of this realm. This option
doesn't really require them to be conscious per se, it would rely more on
the moth to flame theory. Okay, they would do this without even realizing
it, and then we could get them together and hopefully release them from the
subcon. And then the third option, which we considered to be a bit
more radical, involved a unique device known for its ability to generate what we
call psychic static. This experimental device emitted waves of energy kind of like a
heartbeat, Originally developed to assist large groups of people in states of extreme stress
or panic, momentarily disabling their heightened reactions. However, the device was still
in a testing phase due to its unpredictable side effects, but nevertheless, we
brought it with us as sort of a last ditch effort potential tool, even
though we weren't sure if it would even work in the subcon. We needed
to be armed with different options because we didn't know what we were going to
find on the inside. And then, of course, our operation needed a
secure location, and after extensive discussions with doctor Vassiliev, we settled on an
abandoned warehouse located on the outskirts of Chisenau. This aging warehouse had once stored
equipment used by dot Com or Vasiliev in his prior experiments. But now it's
been dormant for years, and although it wasn't currently being used by the doctor,
it still was as secure as ever. That's what we needed. Dim
light, forgotten creates and outdated machinery scattered throughout, that's what welcomed us.
We brought in anything and everything that we might need. Frankie and Ryder brought
items from the warehouse, and we also got some help from the doctor.
At the heart of our setup was that mn I, that specialized device that
doctor Vassiliev had used. It would serve as our conduit into the realm of
the subconscious. With the mn I, we intended to establish this mental connection,
one strong enough to keep us grounded and together. Our plan was to
harmonize our thoughts and perceptions through this device, effectively merging our consciousness into a
shared mental space, a bridge between the conscious and the subconscious. It was
basically a unit device to help with hypnosis in some other experimental research the doctor
was doing, but it would prove useful for us in this situation. Now.
Even with this, though, there would still be the risks if our
attempt to synchronize our thoughts through the m and I failed, the consequences could
be dire. The subcon, with its overwhelming power, could overpower our conscious
minds, leading to a catastrophic loss of control over our physical bodies and severe
mental degradation. In the worst case scenario, the subconscious could seize dominion over
the conscious, and that would render us helpless as it would unleash its unbridled
power over us. Failure to maintain a firm connection to reality through the mn
I could result in the subcon consuming us entirely. Our physical bodies might become
mere vessels subject to the whims and desires of the subconscious, which that's already
at risk by how we have to do everything I mean, but if it
did happen in the physical world, we would be deemed out of touch,
detached, and insane, and there's nothing anyone could do about it. The
repercussions of such a failure were unimaginable, as you can see, potentially leading
to irreversible madness and a nightmarish existence where the line between the conscious and subconscious
would be blurred beyond recognition. This mission was not only to save the affected
individuals, but also to safeguard our own sanity and prevent the subconscious from gaining
an upper hand in the ongoing battle for control, and we felt our thoughts
together would be stronger than just us being individuals. But okay, so everything
was really coming together. We had a lot of work behind us and it
was time to get going. And on that day, at the doctor's guidance,
we each settled into specially designed shares in the old warehouse, equipped with
monitors and can actions that would allow doctor Vasiliev and Harley in Scarlet back at
our warehouse to observe our vital signs and our well being. These chairs became
our physical anchor points, ensuring that our physical bodies remained in the warehouse while
our consciousness ventured into the uncharted territory of the subcon. As a united team,
we collectively took a deep breath inhaling the warehouse's musty scent and visualizing every
detail those aged walls, the pale moonlight streaming through the broken windows in our
minds. This mental depiction anchored us firmly into the physical world, and we
needed all we could get to help safeguard us from losing ourselves in the depths
of the subcon. We chanted our mental anchor together in realms of thought,
I weave my spell invisible to sight, Yet you know me well. In
this altered state, our minds detached from our physical form, existing solely within
the enigmatic landscape of the subcon. The experience was surreal, a fusion of
technology and the supernatural, as we embarked on our mission to confront the chaos
within the human psyche. And then remember, on site we have doctor Vassiliev,
he's overseeing things, while Harley and Scarlet they are remotely monitoring our vitals
and well being from our own warehouse. Anyway. With that, in a
swift and decisive moment, the old warehouse transformed, and the transition was both
exhilarating and disorienting. We found ourselves standing on the precipice of the subcon,
where the boundaries of reality morphed into a dreamscape of infinite possibilities. Our senses
were immediately overwhelmed by the sheer magnitude of everything around us. Shapes and colors
shifted like liquid dreams, and distant echoes of thought reverberated through the air.
Were no longer in the physical world, But we're just simple beings navigating the
uncharted waters of the human psyche. Entering the subcon is not something that's advised
or sought after. I can tell you that there's just too much going on
in the subconscious. It's there, you know, to help take care of
us and hold things for us, but it's not a place where we are
supposed to live and thrive. Our journey began with tentative steps as we moved
further into the shifting landscape. Each stepped carried us through a different area and
surroundings and emotions and feelings. Gravity itself played tricks on us. We could
walk on walls, seemingly defy the laws of physics, shift our perspective at
will. It was a constant challenge to stay grounded in this ever shifting reality.
We're up and down, we're mere suggestions. It was a challenge,
But forward we went. Looking at my team members, we were no longer
in solid human form. The subcon is a mix of the mess of our
inner minds, and so we were kind of a mess. Also, we
were kind of different. We're no longer defined by the familiar contours of our
physical bodies. Instead, we had become fluid like the surroundings, amorphous entities,
embodying the intricate web of our subconscious thoughts and experiences. Amidst the ever
changing landscape, we walk upon our first encounter within the subcon and it was
this young woman, her form flickering like a holographic projection. Caught in a
loop of distress. She was trapped within her own subconscious, reliving a traumatic
memory from her past, Unable to break free from the relentless cycle. Her
appearance seemed to waver with every heartbeat. This was only the first person that
we saw, and so we weren't going to take action right in that moment.
We wanted to get more of our bearings about the place, and it
was as we ventured deeper that something peculiar became evident. The landscape unfolded before
us in a manner both intriguing and disorienting. It was as if the subcond
played tricks on our perception, allowing us to see only what was right in
front of us. We were noticing this, For instance, as we got
closer to this first victim, the more scenery around her revealed itself. We
just thought it was dark in there, but it was like that everywhere you
could never look out onto what all was in front of you. To see
anything, we had to keep moving forward, one step at a time,
which was a bit unnerving. We were in a constant state of discovery,
which kept us on our toes. We didn't stop to take care of that
first victim, like I said, because we needed to know a little bit
more about the place and try to find out if there was a place where
everyone else was. Everything was very unclear in there. We could not know
what to do about all of this without trying to understand it all a bit
more. But even trying to do that was a challenge. As we went
forward, I began to notice something else. Fragments of my own thoughts and
different memories were manifesting in front of me and all around. They appeared as
shimmering, translucent apparitions drifting through the ever changing environment around us. Some of
it seemed familiar to me in a strange way, and other things sent bursts
of fear through me. I looked over at Frank and I could see him
trying to resist the very same sensations we all were. We were being hit
from every angle with everything. This was the subcon trying to get to us,
to overwhelm us with so much emotion and confusion that we too would become
victims, and so the games had begun. Looking around as we walked through
the place, watching it unfold in front of us with every step, I
got kind of this sick feeling. The subcon was a place where nobody should
be, and its name held the very reason why. This was a place
full of all the elements of the human psyche that were too vast and complex
for our current conscious to understand. I mean, just by venturing into this
place, it was like stepping into the heart of madness itself. One area
we stumbled upon was a tempestuous storm of anger, a relentless tempest where lightning
bolts cracked through the turbulent sky, striking with a fury that was both conspiring
and terrifying. It was like being caught in the midst of a three D
nightmare, a visceral salt on the senses that left no room for complacency.
In another corner of this ever shifting landscape, we found an inexplicable oasis of
serenity, a meadow bathed in soft, calming light. Its presence was a
paradox, a moment of respite in the chaos, I beckoned to us,
offering a glimpse of solace in the midst of turmoil. But even this place
was not meant for us, at least not in our current state of understanding.
It was a dangerous reflection of the deepest parts of the human mind.
And we are just not there yet as a species. We are nowhere near
prepared to deal with this and all that it is, and that's what makes
it all so dangerous. As we continued, I couldn't stop the unsettling realization
within me that this place was boundless. There was no conceivable end to it,
no way to locate and rescue every victim ensnared within its chaotic grip.
If we attempted to do so, we would risk becoming lost in this ever
shifting realm, ourselves, our own sanity slipping away with each feudal search.
Now we needed the victims to come to us, so we stopped. We
discussed our options, and it was the dog whistle approach that we would use
in the end. This dog whistle, as I'm calling it, is a
specialized device designed to emit a high pitched, penetrating sound that can be projected
out and here out into the subcon It's not a literal dog whistle, but
I'm just using that to help describe what it does. The idea here is
to snap them out of their hypnotic state of these subconscious for at least a
brief moment, cut through the chaos and confusion in their minds, so they
can realize for even just a second what's going on, and then of course
feel the feel compelled to follow the whistle. So we stopped anymore walking and
exploring, which had begun to seem pointless anyway, to set things up for
our whistle approach. And now you might be wondering, how is it that
we can have our packs and supplies and things if we ourselves are not even
physical in the subcon. But you have to know that physical objects like what
we have for the dog whistle and other supplies, they have no subcond they
have no thoughts of their own. Therefore they can exist in a state of
neutrality within the subconscious realm. So this is helpful for us because we can
still use our helpful tools and even some communication when we are in the subcon.
So, okay, after we stopped and we start digging around in our
packs and we're pulling things out, I start to notice some odd behavior stemming
from Rider. I looked at her and she was no longer focused, but
instead she seemed confused, and her facial expressions were exhibiting that. And well,
I certainly wasn't ready to lose any of my team members to this place
of swirling chaos. She wasn't gone completely, and it was time to break
out our mental anchor. I pull in Frankie and Jagger and we initiated the
Grounding Riddle, were citing it aloud for Rider to hear, and I have
to say that the words of the riddle served as a lifeline for her,
a reminder of our purpose and identity amidst the madness. As we spoke the
familiar phrases, Ryder's eyes slowly regained focus and the confusion that had clouded her
mind began to dissipate. It was a crucial moment, a reminder of that
delicate balance we needed to maintain within the subcon And honestly, after we went
through that exercise, I think we all felt better. It's very hard to
know when you yourself are starting to lose that grip on reality, because,
of course, in our own minds right, everything seems fine. That is
insanity after all, isn't it well? We did not need that. We
gathered in tight formation after getting right or all figured out. We're checking ourselves.
We get together to get things moving. We're holding the psychic dog whistle
out in front of us, and as I activated it, a piercing,
high pitched sound erupted across the subcon The air seemed to vibrate with its resonance,
and for a moment everything hung in eerie stillness. Then it was as
if a damn burst. A surge of motion rippled through the landscapes. Victims
previously lost in the tumultuous sea of their own subconscious began to stir, and
as they began to respond to the Psychic dog Whistle, they emerged from the
indistinct darkness that stretched beyond our vision. They appeared to us as dynamic animated
sketches, almost in a state of constant flux. Their forms retained a semblance
of their human selves, but lines of chaos and turmoil danced around their figures,
creating a surreal and ever shifting appearance, just like everything else around us
now. As they approached the helplessness etched upon their faces was so obvious,
also a reminder of their struggle to regain control within the subcon. Behind their
eyes, a flicker of humanity still lingered, a fragile connection to their true
selves. You could just see the torment that enveloped them, and I could
sense the urgency in their movement as they drew nearer. They were reaching out
for a lifeline, a chance to break free from the clutches of the subcon
and return to the realm of consciousness. And we had a plan for that
lifeline. Watching them come forward was sort of like you know, watching that
show The Walking Dead. I mean, these people were mere fragments of what
they used to be or actually are in our own reality. It was a
sad and pathetic display of the breakdown of the human mind. We hold a
lot of thoughts, decisions, good and bad, emotions and happy in sad
times, and all of it is stored inside of us, the experiences that
we feel and do individually, as well as the ones we observe and are
a part of on the outside. To see these people desperately walking towards us,
toward any sign of hope, really showed us the crushing amounts of information
and experiences that we as humans intake on a minute by minute basis. And
I mean, to see that laid out in front of you is overwhelming.
It's overwhelming enough, but then to actually have it happen to you, it
would be devastating. And that's what we were seeing before us. Now.
It's not like we could just gather them all up into a group and work
with them and discuss our options. They are all confused and lost, and
the only thing drawing them to us right now is our dog whistle. If
they get to us and don't find anything, their confusion could lead them elsewhere
into the dark nothingness that is out in front of us. We need to
work fast and get them and us out of the subcon as fast as possible.
Remember our grounding anchor. We're going to use it again, only this
time not to just ground our thoughts back to reality. We need to reground
all of us as people back to reality. I turned to my team and
without words, we instinctively began to chant our grounding anchor. The words resonated
through the Caadok landscape, echoing like a lifeline in the turmoil, and as
we chanted, the neuro connectors of the MNI back at the doctor's old warehouse,
they began to pulse in rhythm with our collective voice. It was a
connection to the physical world, a beacon. Of course, there was no
way for us in the subcond to actually know if we were reaching the mn
I correctly. But then everything started. One by one, the victims who
had responded to our psychic dog whistle started to dissolve into the surreal surroundings,
their catting forms gradually melting away. It was surreal. It was like watching
a mirage evaporate under the blazing sun. As they dissolved, we could only
hope that meant they were returning to the realm of consciousness. There's nothing we
could do but wait. Their forms flickered and waned until there were no more,
and with each disappearance, we felt that sense of hope that we had
succeeded in guiding them back to reality. As the last of the victims dissolved
into the subconscious void, we knew it was time to make our own journey
back. We chanted our grounding anchor one final time, pooling our collective will
power to return to the physical realm. The neural connectors pulsed with renewed intensity.
As we focused on our connection to reality, the subcon began to recede.
However, in those lingering moments before fully departing the unsettling depths of the
subconscious, a bone chilling sensation came over me. It was as if the
subcon itself had taken on a sinistered life, whispering secrets from the darkest recesses
of the human conscious. These secrets were not mere thoughts or memories. They
felt like ancient fears and profound memories etched into the very essence of the subcon.
These whispers, you know, they weren't audible in the traditional sense.
Instead, they manifested as eerie, haunting sounds that permeated my mind. It
was like I was glimpsing forbidden knowledge, the kind that could shatter one's sanity
if dove into too deeply. This left a mark on my psyche that was
undeniable, left a haunting residue of those sinister murmurs from the depths of the
subconscious. Even as I returned to the comforting embrace of reality, I couldn't
shake the feeling that I had brushed against something ancient and evil, something that
should forever remain hidden in the shadows. With our minds anchored to the physical
world, we all gradually returned to the dimly lit warehouse. Our forms solidified
as we re entered our physical bodies, and with a collective gasp, just
as we went out, we came in. We opened our eyes, and
we returned to the world we knew. In the eerie silence that followed,
Doctor Vassiliev let us out of the makeshift mental nexus interface set up and back
to the main facility. His face bore a mix of relief and trepidation,
the weight of our shared experience etched in his features. There, doctor Vassiliev
took a solemn moment to gather his thoughts before addressing us as a team.
His expression bore the weight of the revelation he was about to share, and
it was clear that this situation, whatever it was, was weighing heavily on
him. With empathy in his voice, he begins to explain the outcome of
our expedition into the subconscious. He detailed how, despite the collective efforts to
bring all the patients back from the depths of their insanity, one individual had
proven resistant to the return to sanity. The situation was far from insensitive.
It was a tragedy. It was Mark, the one who was severely affected,
the one we observed before we went in. The doctor described the patient's
condition with a heavy heart, emphasizing that Mark's grip on reality had just slipped
entirely. The subcon had not released its hold on this unfortunate soul, and
their mind remained ensnared in a perpetual state of chaos and torment. It was
a heartbreaking realization that one man's journey to try to fix his own anxieties.
I mean, this guy, Mark set out to fix himself, but it's
now left him with an existence where the line between sanity and insanity had blurred
beyond recognition. As doctor Vassiliev spoke, his voice carried not only remorse and
guilt, but also a profound sense of reflection. He acknowledged that this unfortunate
event over all had delved into the deepest recesses of the human mind, a
vast and intricate landscape filled with secrets and fears and mysteries that should have remained
undisturbed. Some realms, like the subcon, they're better left untouched, for
they hold the power to unravel the very fabric of human sanity. This one
patient mark his tragic fate, serves as a lesson about the fragility of the
human psyche and the profound consequences of venturing into uncharted territories within ourselves. It
highlighted the boundless complexities that lurked within the subcon, complexities that defied easy understanding
or control. As we sat there in the quietness of that moment, we
couldn't help but contemplate the sheer enormity of the subcon, a vast, unfathomable
expanse that contained the sum of all of our thoughts. It was the human
condition itself, in a place where the line between reality and illusions, sanity
and insanity, everything just becomes fluid and indistinct. This job was exhausting,
but it also was a glimpse into the depths of the human mind, and
it left us changed. It underscored the importance of recognizing the boundaries of our
understanding and the wisdom of treading lightly when seeking to unravel the mysteries of the
subconscious. Ultimately, our experience served as a reminder that despite our advances in
science and technology. You know, in our wonder on our wonderful planet,
there still are aspects of our own nature that should remain shrouded in mystery.
Maybe they always should, Some things perhaps are better left to the imagination.
For the depths of the subconscious were a realm where the boundaries of reality and
human psyche merged, and the consequences of such exploration could be as profound as
they were unpredictable. With this realization and the job done, we did end
up leaving Moldova finally forever changed by the mistry we encountered and the lessons that
we had learned along the way. In a world where instant gratification and quick
fixes can often mask the discomfort of stress, anxiety, and pressures, all
the things that go with our modern lives, our journey into the subconscious here
had revealed the folly of seeking those easy solutions to complex problems. And we're
all doing it all of the time. It is the way of the world
today. But let's face it, guys, people are seeking these quick and
easy solutions anti anxiety meds and night out recreational drugs, or maybe you just
want to drop out of society altogether. It's out there and all of these
options can change things in a minute, sure, but maybe we need to
seek out the issues first. Understand those I mean here, these patients were
so desperate and it is understandable, but what's unfortunate is the fact that they
felt so desperate, desperate to try doctors work on their own. Well,
one didn't even make it back, and you know, I think I'm just
gonna have to leave it there today. Guys. This job was a heavy
job and why we were out last week coming back. All we needed was
some time, you know, to decompress, take in what happened. The
job got done, but the problems are still out there, not just for
this job, but there are issues all around with people individually. Take care
of yourselves out there. From us to you, thank you for listening today
and hopefully you're all doing okay. And if anything is going on out there,
just remembered to take a minute to breathe. And that's all folks,
until next time, and I will talk to you all soon.