Chapter 2 of the Subliminal Destruction - chapter 1; includes the preface. ....If we talk about the basic theory of quantum physics; the universe is a primordial soup of atoms. What you are trying to postulate here "is a frog in the well" perception of the physical reality. Time is a butterfly, say I. The universe is so beautiful in its simplicity and complexity as well, however, we are constantly trying to pin down the beauty with our narrow minds. Forget math, forget physics. Dance with the universe, tap into cosmic reason. Release your mind from the constraints of intellectual prejudices, math, and other parasitical languages. Enjoy what Heidegger calls fundamental ontology; cognition without dialectics. Becoming instantly cognizant is the first step of tapping into cosmic reason.

1. Subliminal Distortion
PREFACE
Author: Ana Soric Photo and Art: Ana Soric
I woke up this morning floating between something resembling the Sumerian alphabet and some kind
of pyramids. Switched off my sleeping machine, a bit puzzled; I am going to rewind the footage later,
because it appeared somewhat important. My head was buzzing with unfinished thoughts. It sounded
like, hello dystopia, hello dystopia. Bzzz, bzzz. Nothing else, just a snow crash sensation like an old
broken TV. I couldn’t expect anything more since I have not been out of the house for a couple of days.
I opened my screen to check if anybody wanted to chat with me, although I couldn’t care less about it.
No buying from anybody whatsoever. My curiosity was on the back of my brain; did I try to change the
shape again, or was I just going through my old scripts of early quantum entanglement papers? It didn’t
matter anyhow I was just roaming through time and space, without any particular circumstance. Oh,
jeez my bones sound like a junkyard robot; maybe I should take some stem cells?
Some strange sensation went through my body, a memory of how we all got here, in this sensational
reality. Suddenly, a rush of child joy went through my body, and suddenly the environment around me
changed. I was still puzzled by the reality around me. Why do we need them, when anything
sensational becomes our reality? I had the urge to dive into the ocean, so I did. Hairs were feeling the
water too. Look there is a turtle beside me – nice neck, turtle-friend, how are you feeling today? A shy
moan, from the turtle made me even more subtle. Why do we need all those communication screens
when we could communicate in any different more sensational ways? Supposedly our bosses have

2. some reason for that. It wouldn’t be subtle to have mass clashes of the minds all the time. All of a
sudden a giant bomb-like object crashed into my perfect ocean swim.
For god’s sake, can something be done as it is supposed to? Or is it, maybe I shouldn’t think of the
clash of minds? I went out of my tantric mind and went back to mechanistic reality. It must be some
better solution to this mind-driven reality besides a hammer to my head. Hmh, a clash of someone else
reality clashed into or with mine; bad luck I had this morning, no peace or contentment in my morning
routine. It is my fault to create such a free-shaping environment. I should have proposed them to put
some restrictions. Freedom is scary, keeps repeating in my mind, that is how it all began. Perhaps that
is why I am living alone. Nothing, back to the bzzz, bzzz, in the brain, again. Or I can just simply go
through the archives of old movies.
Fondly I recalled a scene from Ghost in the Shell; when Sargent is diving into it waters of a Japanese
lake; - what is with all that noise in your brain today, - what is with that noise in your brain today.
Noise, noise… It is better to connect the brains some other way, than via wires, or not. I wasn’t quite
sure what to think about it. Letting brains loose, or wiring it. Suppose Le Grand Architecture, had some
other plan, that I couldn’t grasp. Not just yet anyhow. We need a better system to be able to coexist
in the interconnected subliminal world. It has to be some kind of solution. Much better one.
Suddenly the screen starts to light up. It was my boss and his brownnosing assistant. “Did you finish
what I asked of you”? “No, I was kind of in the noisy brain state, couldn’t think of anything that was
useful, is that a problem”? “No, it is not a problem, but the project needs to be done by the end of the
month.” “I am not quite sure the sketches that you gave me give me enough inspiration for the solution
you are asking from me.” “Try to do something by the end of the next week, we need a solution!” ”OK,
will do…” Blip! Jeez, what does she or it, whatever that entity decided to be, want now? It gave me
shoddy scratches and now it wants miracles.
Surely, I could make something even out of this subliminal self-creating world, or I will just be back to
a mechanistic world. Damn, back to the drawing board. If it wants some power supply out of this world,
why doesn’t it just imagine it? Sure, its imagination is rather scarce. Unquestionable, that is why they
drain ours, a bit imaginative brains. I immediately started to run through some old quantum physics
papers, however, I noticed something fundamental is missing. Geometry, yes, geometry, Euclidean, or
even something utterly fundamental. Tesla, Tesla, then again Tesla, frequency, vibration, light. Still not
enough. It has to be something fundamental and utterly close to the genesis of the universe. The
question of Sein und da Sain pops to mind. How do genesis, energy, and coinciding; the answer
definitely lay in this coincidence.
Damn, my mind was too scattered to even think cohesively, or even stay concentrated long enough to
finish the thought. I have decided to dive into subliminal again, maybe this time I will be lucky, and my
mind will calm down at least. I started to swim again, all around were gaudy fishes, of all kinds, even
the banana fishes. Oh no, was my mind driving me to that dreary J.D. Salinger story? Was I to shake it
off and let my mind create what was intended to create? Shall I let it? Suddenly I was sitting in a room
with a gun caliber of 0.44 in my hand. If I do it, will I be really dead? I put the gun to my head and pulled
the trigger, I saw pieces of my skull and my brain scattered all over the white sheets. Screaming in my
mind – Where do I go from here, aaargh? From the noisiest and eeriest silence, I have ever heard
screaming in my mind I suddenly realized I am in someone else’s mind. What the hell I am gonna do
now?

3. Chapter 1
Panic slowly turned into curiosity: what is the environment around the it-being I have accomplished to
actualize? Looks like a neural filament in a liquid like “water”. Neurons are firing all around me. I have
expected to see some representation of thoughts but nothing really appeared like it. Suddenly a Hall
9000-like voice: how do you like it? What the hell is that? How do you like it? Who the hell is saying
that? It is a Grand Architecture! This voice I do recognize; it was my boss’s voice. Where I am? It is a
collective conciseness. What do I do now, can I get back to my mechanistic reality, to my old body?
Yeah, Yeah, I am molding your new-old body, more or less the same, as the old one, do not whine
about it. I told you it is not easy to die in this subliminal world. I have thought to myself, why did I do
it; why did I pull that trigger? It replayed; probably you have realized you cannot resolve the issue by
yourself; or you are just a moron! How did you hear what I was thinking? Our minds are connected at
some point, especially when we are connected through collective conciseness. Do not waste time
trying to find a way to connect with some of the biggest minds. You cannot connect in the general
collective concessions environment, there should be a kind of portal to a world of ideas. We are still
unable to find it. Maybe you would be able to hitch a ride with one of the neurons, however, we cannot
guarantee that you would stay in the recognizable shape or dimension. We as a company are
considering losing one of our employees. Try to find something that looks like a portal, wormhole, or
similar. At this point, we are not sure about any of the research at this level.
We actually chose you since you are able to think on a fundamental level, as well as connect
intellectually in a complex manner. To find a way to connect to the big minds, like Nikola Tesla, or Leo
da Vinci. I am still not sure what will happen if you enter that world, should you be able to enter it. It
is kind of your decision. If not just float there and wait for me to mold your new body and to create a
safe passage so you can return back. Let me know what is your decision as soon as possible; the thing
is I cannot guarantee you what will happen if you decide to go further, or if we will even have
communication if you wander off somewhere far, or open some doors. Jeez, we were not ready for
this situation, not have an exit strategy. Perhaps, the Architect has the answer, but I do not have the
clearance to that level. If you decide to go further, I will do anything to keep the communication with
you and get any clearances I can get. As I said let me know, as soon as possible. In the meantime, I am
molding your body, so hurry up.
I can see something pulsating, it looks like, arrrr, a pulsar? It shouldn't be any pulsars in the ionosphere,
not to my knowledge. Although the ionosphere is organic, it can be all kinds of tissue-like forms; try to
touch it to see how it reacts. Are you sure? If it drags me in try to prepare to get me out of this mess,
if that is possible in any way, hihihihihihi. I am losing my mind, slowly, but steadily. You are all mind, at
this moment. You are all mind at this moment; it replayed. And try to...
Woooosh. Oo, I have touched it and it dragged me in. Can you hear me, me, me, me? No replay, I must
have been, blurrrrrring. It seems like, blup, blup, blup, I have taken a shape of a cube. Dimensions are
so singular. There are no, like everything is unfolding simultaneously. Let me try to move like a cube,
or better, as a cube. Dimensions seem interesting and omnidirectional.
How does a cube grab something, or anything else? How does anything become, can I change a shape
or do exist; am I a being or something more? I should think the boss expected me to connect with the
minds of Nikola Tesla and Leo da Vinci, if I could possibly can. It would certainly help in finding a
solution they are asking from me. Hmmmm, it seems the environment I have ended up could be
enough to grasp on the alternate realities needed for the solution. Is there a possibility to connect with

4. the great minds? I didn’t hear from it for a long time. Let me try to find some kind of channel to
communicate with it. Quantum communication? It appears and seems so shoddy in the multifaceted
environment I am in. if I ever go back to the previous environment would I be able to go back to a
previous form? Jeeeez, too many unknowns! I would try to get my way back, however, this
environment seems very comfortable; let me explore some more.
It would be terribly stupid if I would try to yell. If I am able to move in several directions at once; if all
the directions are available simultaneously, the communication has to be simultaneous in all or several
dimensions at once. Kind of like quantum communication. However, that seems like a cliché. I want to
find out more, I want to enjoy more.
I suddenly remembered one of my inspiring conversations with Ana; she postulated that…
If we talk about the basic theory of quantum physics; the universe is a primordial soup of atoms. What
you are trying to postulate here "is a frog in the well" perception of the physical reality. Time is a
butterfly, say I. The universe is so beautiful in its simplicity and complexity as well, however, we are
constantly trying to pin down the beauty with our narrow minds. Forget math, forget physics. Dance
with the universe, tap into cosmic reason. Release your mind from the constraints of intellectual
prejudices, math, and other parasitical languages. Enjoy what Heidegger calls fundamental ontology;
cognition without dialectics. Becoming instantly cognizant is the first step of tapping into cosmic
reason.
Follow on…