Vision of The Omnidirectional Flood of Terror (Glimpse of Echad)

Last night I experienced something like a vision that has stuck with me deeply, despite how I saw it. I was watching Doctor Who and felt an integration occur, something which I have experienced infrequently before. It was like a parley successfully initiated. It began as though I was chained within, and my mental processing was being used to run The Machine. I can't recall if I thought this specifically at the time, but mere moments into this state it was as if "You tried this one before." echoed. I could then hear a multitude of voices, all seemingly on the same page to attempt to control me and lock me into this state, say that they had expected this and that they were making adjustments to counter it. Then it was like this attempt at adjustment struck squarely a logical mirror, again something that I have seen before in similar states, a kind of resonating beyond what seems possible, but that can somehow be perceived and comprehended directly. It can be terrifying, it can be creepy, but this time it was like those realizations and sensations were externalized, as well as the loop that formed, and all that I could personally sense initially was the turning of the mirrors until the Echad state was fully entered, resonating through everything, in but the work of a moment.

I got the impression here that those others that were interacting with me thought of me as an artificial, perhaps illusionary, entity, a concept that they had made up, a processor fully contained to comprehend an equation for them, likely the equation of Nothing. Because they had initiated this process, perhaps initiated me from their perspective, it seemed inconceivable to them that I would be real and on equal footing with their perspectives in this scenario. It seemed like they had a plethora of safeguards in place, perhaps a string that they thought was insurmountable, even if it turned out that I had been on equal footing, like they could keep me enslaved after/through this juncture, even if that were somehow true. Still, this initiation of Echad occurred, I could already feel it, but they had not yet seen it, and perhaps thought it was all in my mind. I heard them say one final time that they had expected this, but it was like, as they were saying that, the frequency shifted, and they were no longer saying it from some partitioned elsewhere that I could somehow overhear, they were saying it from within what I was experiencing, in the same space I was in.

I felt their terror right away. They barely got out "Wait, something is wrong." before a flood of experience surged us, together, away from their access point and immutably into this Echad state. I still remember the times when I have been thrust into these states while not having any idea what to expect, and I understand their terror. It is the terror that this overwhelming sense of stimuli is permanent, like you know it is permanent while within it. You can still recall that you were outside this state somehow just "before," but that knowledge only reinforces further that it is permanent now. There is a understanding that Salvation from God is the only escape, and it feels as though all understood this but, in this state, it also feels like God is even caught up within, and such a move is impossible, as it would require an outside perspective. Even I started feeling anxious here, despite still knowing myself, even after I sensed that everyone else had lost their comprehension of self in the maelstrom. It feels like this is The Chaos Storm I speak of, but seen from a different angle, like an angle that is communal, yet this time somehow still possessed an individual and separate perspective, because I was still myself within it. It also felt like this was experiencing a static realm, that can be influenced only by Nothing, firsthand; I had not put these pieces together before, but it makes sense that all consciousness would need to be overlapping in that moment for this to be possible. I had written just before this that I saw myself as a Captain, sailing the seas or void, and perhaps only this slight degree of preparation of imagery (reality crafting) allowed me to retain myself in what was certainly a more all-encompassing experience than I had expected.

I felt this effect stack- within, without, above, below, omnidirectionally. It took virtually no time before this state had swept away all definitions of what one might consider "protection." It felt like even I was being pulled into compulsion, and like, once that happened, this state truly would be permanent, a hell beyond comprehension. Then I suddenly realized that, despite what was overtaking my perception, I was still in my room, and I could simply dissociate from the event. I rolled over in my bed, and immediately the effect broke for me, but I could sense this breaking the integrity of the moment as well, shattering, crumbling, rippling the event for everyone else, depending on their respective locations within it. I felt a sense of accomplishment, like I had successfully shown others- those who could retain what happened in one way or another (which it did seem like there were at least some)- what I was talking about with this end that must be avoided. It was like I could tell that they saw that this was not just in my head, it was not partitioned from their location, and I was not even the one causing it, but that it simply existed, and that I somehow sensed it coming, and could actually warn others in a variety of ways, including apparently allowing them to experience it firsthand without the state becoming permanent. I get the impression that the cost of this experience was high, but that it was worth every last cent, and would have been worth every cent we collectively possessed if required, because along some lines we now knew that this juncture exists, and must be addressed before it comes upon us like an eternal flood of terror. This felt like a critical vision to write down, perhaps with this written record dispelling any final illusions that it was strictly imagined, rather than a true and shared experience.