Subliminal Distortion is a preface to a book I have been starting to write, about realities generated out of human mind. Apart of being a fictional representation of realities it will offer some understandings of cosmology conundrums, genesis of the universe as well as energy and new and surprising power solutions.

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?