In a realm of inky black, where the... space, seems to twist and swirl without preamble or purpose, a young woman in a toga with a cord around her waist and her hair wild and free sits as if on a large beast as she goes across the realm, "Rita." On her great steed she bounds across the ever shifting landscape like a beautiful maiden of a forgotten time as she rides a strange thing made of the space around her, "Rita..." Unbound and free, the young and beautiful woman like an intrepid adventurer seeks fame, treasure, and to uncover the many mysteries of these long forg- *WHACK* "OW!"

Sitting cross-legged on the deer skin rug in front of the fireplace of a log cabin, decently sized for 3 but with only 1 real resident, sits a young woman with her hair tied behind her head wearing a red flannel shirt with a white T underneath with blue jeans and white socks. The young woman is Rita Carter, a college student leaning forward as she gently holds both hands to her head to inspect to slightly forming egg on her crown as she grumbles, "What did I do wrong this time?" An old woman sitting in a rocking chair chuckles as she leans back and crosses her walking stick across her chest from left foot to right shoulder saying smugly, "If ya have 'ta ask I reckon' we haveta' knoc' ya backta' yur firs' les'ons." With a slight scowl, Rita put her hands to her crossed kneecaps as she turned to look at the woman thinking, she must miss her grandkids, if she has any, she likes to be right and dole out discipline with a heavy hand... or a cane I guess. With a heavy sigh to drain her sudden adrenaline and calm down she closes her eyes, "To experience The Beyond one must be of quiet mind, open to all things, with a calm mind that does not create waves but instead falls into the world beneath the sea of thought and into what lies beyond." The old woman, nods her head as she lifts her walking stick to point the butt of it at the far wall to what could be described as a very large ambitious DIY dream catcher, "An' when ya do you you got'ta make sure you git yurself a guide, o'herwise you'll ne'er come BACK. Ya gotta getcher self one that youcan make nice weffer you ta travel The Beyond in relative saf'ty, make'a home fer tha little feller so youcan go whenever wherever ya happen ta be." Looking at the dream catcher with it's strange patterns that seems chaotic to the untrained eye, Rita pondered how exactly she made the enormous thing, "But what does that really mean, am I really supposed to stop thinking completely, what about if I do meet... something, that can be a guide and I NEED to actively think then?" It was the old woman's turn to sigh as she shook her head disapprovingly, looking at Rita in the eyes she leaned forward and slowly and calmly said, "Honey, it can't be much clearer than this, ya GOT 'ta allow yur conscious mind to become one with the background noise in that head 'a yurs, find the flow and follow it til it opens up to the wider ocean that is The Beyond, an' be damn careful not to stray far from the entrance that you came from til youcan make a pact with something nearby enough for you to find on yur own while knowin' the way back that will know it's way home where ya found it." Sitting back in her chair as she turned to watch the fire, Rita centered her body forward as she looked at the floor, deep in thought about it all.

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Around the world, people have made many claims of things beyond mortal comprehension for centuries, only recently, some of it seems to be becoming real, at least a little bit. A young male preacher in his 30's in Georgia was claimed to be the epitome of a devout of god's light because of his deeds one day when he was doing his service at a big event at his church. A young girl of 17 who didn't go often to church was born blind and came to "be healed" because her mother was going to die soon and she'd be alone in the world after that, that kind of grief can suddenly make people very religious. She swore she'd do anything to see her mother alive before she passed, the grief of her father dying when she was even younger must have compounded her grief as she didn't know how he looked either, the man who raised her. Feeling her desperation he held her head in his hands loudly proclaiming his conviction for prayers of healing. Spectators say an actual light shone from his hands for a few seconds before he released her and they both collapsed. At the hospital the doctors were surprised to find that the man had visibly aged a bit, and when he woke up he said he was noticeably tired but thankful that he had found god's power to heal, and that he would continue his mission as one of god's Shepard's. Meanwhile the young woman, born blind, suddenly had perfect vision, her eyes now completely different from what her medical records had said them to be her whole life, claiming to engrave the new face of the man who gave her the chance to see her mother before she passed into her mind forever. He kept his word and performed at least 19 other miracles of healing, aging visibly each time, til he looked like a man in his 100's performing the miracle one last time on a stillborn child who now outlives him, being hailed as a Saint sent by god now resting in heaven by his side.

Stories similar in impossibility, that are true, are rare but real all the same, too many eye witness accounts to be kept under wraps by any government as the world debates away over their thoughts on the developing matter. Meanwhile, I sit here in a cabin in the woods owned by an old mountain lady with an egregious amount of free time to explore the universe in her head telling me she can help me do the same for my research while getting an egg on my head every time I get stray thoughts from idle boredom while I try to feel the flow of all things to explore the possible source of what's been going on lately... who can seriously keep calm with something so exciting?! Rita flinched in preparation for another whack as the rocking chair lurched forward, only to feel nothing as the chair begins to rock back and forth freely without the old woman who was now walking with her walking stick to the kitchen. "Ain't nothing to worry about darlin', yur atleast half my age, an' I was old'r than you when I began ta feel the peace inside I needed to slip through to The Beyond. It might take ya ano'er week, or ano'er decade to become able ta visit The Beyond, but fer now, you got all the time in the world to try and try again, so stop frettin' to take the las' step 'fore you finish taken the next, com'er 'n help, les' make some grub to get your min' of things... I might have eggs fer dinner" she said with a grin, eliciting a silent curse from Rita as she got up to follow, motivated by her growling stomach.