Book Excerpt:
“I...I...don’t know,” said Blaz. He comprehended the ideas but no thoughts could emerge under the bizarre conditions. Yet a certainty grew which informed him that he could not be the fountain of such startling perceptions, there had to be an external source.
“Ah! How quaint, you have found your voice again.” A large amused smile passed over its face. “I do not imply my words are actuality. It is mere speculation in reference to the predicament of the dream inhabitants. Had the dream been reality then who knows what horrors their little minds would be experiencing even as we speak.”
Having said this, it burst out laughing. Racked with uncontrollable mirth the brown homunculus buckled over and rolled upon the scarlet surface of the open pod. There was a vicious quality about the laughter, which unnerved Blaz, as though the mere notion of suffering amused the creature.
After its hilarity had subsided, it said, “What if another scenario is supposed? What if life and this universe were not encased in a glass box but in a box of a different nature? A molecular box containing a collection of systems, each of which fitted into the other. A system within a system within another system and each universe was a system. Supposing after billions of years of oblivion the inhabitants of each system were made aware of the existence of other systems. Inhabitants of each system would see that one’s own universe was neither big nor small, for whichever way one traveled there would always be something bigger or smaller. No starting point or end,” the homunculus paused and asked, “Would this be good? Would life lose its meaning? What would happen to endeavors, triumphs and beliefs? What then of gods?”
The Purpose:
Nothing in the material sphere is sanctioned exclusion from the bonds of interconnection, not even art. Thus the conjecture that art as much one would like to believe is crafted for the sake of itself is not quite true. Instead the purpose of art is the psychological metamorphosis of the observer. And what is literature but a form of art which strings words into coherent sentences holding the potential to transform lives. It is undeniable that the hull of literature is entertainment but it must never be forgotten that the soul of literature is education.
Our world is in desperate need of a renaissance but not of art nor science nor politics, we are in need of a mental renaissance. The book Hypnagogic Shifters: Superposition is an attempt at assisting the process of evolution and re-calibration of a human mind.
All of humanity will never fly but a few men will get wings. Blaz Kruger is a wingless man leading a meaningless life until he is selected by Cain, an extraterrestrial entity to travel into parallel worlds. Plucked from the membrane of normality and dragged into the heart of chaos Blaz embarks on an astounding journey which transmutes his festering soul.
Cain forces Blaz to endure a series of grueling psychological assessments. Driven to the edge of sanity and beguiled by Cain’s artful words Blaz is unable to distinguish his reality from parallel realities. As he struggles to maintain cognitive equilibrium he runs into Leone Ryder, his geneticist friend. Leone has a terrifying idea which could alter the fate of humanity. Blaz is soon entangled in a twisted situation which challenges both his moral fibre and intellectual core. He learns that evil and good have many faces but none are black or white.
Hypnagogic Shifters: Superposition is a science-fiction novel aimed at an adult audience. Through the mind of Blaz, the book explores a host of other philosophical conundrums that accompany human evolution, such as the dilemmas of morality, free-will, destiny and the purpose of existence
My name is Penelope Fernandez. I am a native of Darjeeling, a little town in the foothills of the Himalayas. This is my first novel. The book is completed and it is aching to be read. All it requires is a push...a collective push would do it great good. In order to write this book, I was compelled to press the eject button from the comfort of my regular nine to five job, a risk but one without regrets. I am now a foot away from poverty and my charity umbrella is wearing out. I believe that this book will help open up minds, in order to change the world, we have to change our minds. Our planet is in dire crisis, the elite 10% who carve the rules are not going to do anything to save our home. We are not in need of external governance. We are not only completely capable of self-governance but we are ready for it.
With your generous help, my beautiful souls, I will be able to publish this book.