The Naked Eye

 

I have learned how to make myself invisible. I didn’t know how I did it but it worked. I had read somewhere that when water boils, the atoms speed up and the water is changed into steam. I reasoned that if one could speed up their own atoms then one would get an interesting result. I did. There is no death, or more specifically, nothing dies, energy just takes a different form. I applied a meditation technique to myself and after many years of focusing on the intent, it happened. I opened my eyes after my timed meditation and I wasn’t there. I was there in my bedroom from the perspective of the floor but when I raised myself into the sitting position, I couldn’t see my legs or arms or hands in front of my face. My first feeling was one of faintness. I thought I was going to pass out. I lowered my head and felt better. I realized what had happened and then I felt euphoric. I pinched my self and I could feel it so I was pretty sure that I wasn’t dreaming. I sat there thinking about my situation and wondered what I should do. I pulled on the bedspread next to me and it moved slightly like a breeze had blown by. I wasn’t a ghost without substance because I could still move things in a minimal manner. I couldn’t see my clothes so my meditation not only sped up my own atoms but the atoms of the clothing I was wearing also. That was good. From the old movies about the invisible man, the character had to take his clothes off to be completely invisible. If I could do this again and learn how to control it, I didn’t want to have to keep taking my clothes off. Besides, it would get chilly in the winter.

I had so many things to think about that I didn’t know where to begin. I was getting kind of nervous about getting stuck in this state of non-visibility that I didn’t know if I should meditate myself back to normal. I didn’t know if I could even do it. I thought as long as I was here, I might as well enjoy it and learn as much as I could from it. It might be the only time it would happen. If I didn’t experiment a little I would regret it later. I got up to a standing position and walked around. I felt completely normal except when I walked in front of the mirror. I wondered if this was how Dracula felt. There was no image reflected back to me from the mirror’s surface. I was fairly certain that all of me would be invisible but I tried the next experiment to make sure. I got a sewing needle from my drawer. It was weird seeing the drawer open and close without any outside influence. I tried to prick my finger with the needle to draw blood. I didn’t feel anything. I couldn’t tell if it worked or not. I didn’t feel any blood and I didn’t see anything either. There was also no visible blood on the needle. All of me was invisible, my clothing, my inside and outside.

I went outdoors and my dog Archie went crazy. He knew I was there but he couldn’t see me - Poor Archie. I talked to him and tried to ease his fear. It helped somewhat but he was just freaked out! I got close to him but I didn’t want him to bite me so I just sat down on the ground and didn’t move toward him but I let him come to me. His fur was standing on end and he was growling and whimpering at the same time as he approached me. I kept up a steady stream of chatter so he knew where I was. It took him a few minutes but he finally got close enough to touch me. He nudged me with his nose then he sniffed me all over and licked my face. He was convinced it was still me, but it would probably take more time for him to get used to this strange turn of events. He put his paw on me and I pet it. I said his name over and over so he would remain calm. I walked around outside with Archie walking beside me. I still spoke to him though. He was getting used to not seeing me. I wondered if I still smelled the same. I smelled under my arms and I could smell my deodorant. If I could smell my deodorant then I assumed that others could probably smell me as well.

I would have never thought of these things unless I had experienced them. I wondered how long I would remain invisible. Did I have to make a conscious effort to slow down my atoms to become visible again? Would I slowly fade back into view? Would it hurt? It didn’t hurt when I became invisible so I didn’t think it would by doing the reverse. At least I hoped it wouldn’t hurt. I washed my hands and they didn’t appear but I could see the soap on my hands. Things that were applied to my skin would appear in a normal way. How long would I remain invisible? I decided to wait and see.

After two hours I was still invisible and felt normal. I would go outside off and on to reassure Archie that I was still there even though he couldn’t see me. He seemed to get used to the door opening and closing with no one appearing. I found that I could move lightweight objects but not heavy objects. That was good. Now my own dog wouldn’t bite me when this happened. I was counting on being able to do this at will. This was going to be fun. Maybe I could get a job as a private investigator. I would be the best in the world. I could go where others couldn’t go. I could eavesdrop whenever I wanted. I could sit at other’s tables and listen to their conversations. I could watch them if I wanted to. I would have to have a set of rules to follow. I was nosey but I didn’t want to become a voyeur. I picked up a calculator and put it in my pocket but I could still see it. There was change in my pocket when I started my meditation and it was invisible. I deduced that you had to have everything with you when the process began. The items that were on me would speed up as well. The things you picked up after the fact would not be invisible. I was learning a lot as the hours went by.

After three hours, I wanted to see if I could get back to normal. I was kind of nervous because if I couldn’t, I would be in trouble. I lay down on the floor again. I had started this habit because if I was on the bed I would fall asleep. I closed my eyes and said a prayer for protection. I always did that first. I concentrated on slowing my atoms. I breathed slowly and I cleared my mind. I pictured tiny dots moving around slower and slower. I knew when I had achieved normalcy. It felt like a click went off inside of my head. I took a few cleansing breaths and cautiously opened my eyes. I could tell I was back among the three-dimensional world because out of my peripheral vision I could see my body. I smiled to myself. I would wait to try it again tomorrow. I didn’t want to tire myself out or push my limits.

I was hungry. Darn it, I should have eaten something while I was invisible. Would food appear in my stomach and intestines? Would food even be digested in my invisible state? Should I take food with me the next time I speed my atoms up? There were so many things to consider and process. It was all very fascinating. Who was I going to tell? Should I tell anyone? Would anyone believe me?  I fixed myself a sandwich and thought about what I had just experienced. I looked down at my plate and it was empty. I didn’t remember eating. I had just eaten an entire sandwich and couldn’t remember eating it. I had pickle breath so I knew I had definitely eaten it. 

I called my ex girlfriend, Tara. She used to meditate too, so I knew she would understand that part of it. I think she would believe that I was telling the truth. I hoped she wouldn’t think I was crazy though.

She answered her phone after the first ring.

“Tara, It’s Vince,” I said, hoping she wouldn’t say ‘Vince who?’ My name isn’t that common but it happened to me before and it was an ego deflator.

“Hey Vince, how’s it going?” she said.

“Well, how long do you have?” I asked casually.

Tara said, “I’ve got time, what’s going on?”

I started by saying, “Do you still meditate?”

“Yes,” she replied, “Do you?”

“Yeah, I do,” I said. “Remember when I used to tell you that I thought it was possible to become invisible if you could speed up your atoms?”

There was silence on her end for a few seconds then she slowly replied, “You did it?”

“Yes, I did. But only one time so don’t tell anyone.” I said trying to keep my excitement under control.

“Who would I tell?” She asked. “I don’t want my friends to think I’m crazy. I’m not so sure about your sanity at the moment.”

“I know it is hard to believe but it’s true,” I said trying not to plead my case. “It lasted about three hours then I came back.”

“Wow,” she said, “Can you do it again? “Because if you can I want to be there.”

“Really?” I asked, “because that would be great. I would have a witness to corroborate the validity of the experience. Can you come over tomorrow around one in the afternoon?”