I was traveling in the Himalayas towards my destination to record paranormal activities for my new WowTube channel. My initial idea was to make travel blogs in the Himalayan mountains, but when I was doing research to travel, a peculiar article attracted my attention that talked about a place where different colors of lightning had been seen.
The article was published during the Covid pandemic crisis in which a few local people who claimed to have seen lightning of colors crimson, teal, sapphire, saffron, and gold striking the mountains without making a sound were mentioned.
Because the lightning made no sound, the public had quickly rejected the claims and forgot about it in the pile of such news. This gave me the idea to document places in the Himalayas where paranormal activities were reported or claimed to be seen.
The initial idea of making travel blogs as well as videos on paranormal activities and a wish to explore and sightsee is like killing 3 birds with one stone.
I woke up at 5 AM. I don't even remember the dream I had. All I know is that it went south real quick and that I woke up right as it did.
Knowing that I couldn't get back to sleep, I dragged myself out of the tent and headed to make tea. I grabbed my morning cup of tea and stood on the edge of the cliff enjoying the view in the cold winds. The Himalayan landscape stretched out before me, a breathtaking panorama of snow-capped peaks and rugged cliffs. A marvelous scene on its own.
I began to reminisce about my old channel, which was banned because of continuous copyright strikes, on which I spent almost 2 years of my life and worked hard on creating content of over 450 reaction videos, 200 videos on various subjects and themes, 60 on fitness, and 25-30 on martial arts with over 1220 great subscribers from the start to the end of my channel's life.
My eyes shifted towards the village from where I came. From the cliff the distance didn't feel large, but once I started the journey it was completely a different story. My legs remembered the pain from the journey just by looking at the village.
I started to remember the conversation with the local people who claim to have seen lightning in the COVID pandemic crisis and after; they don't know much about it, but almost half of the people among the population of 40 who live here have seen it once and told me it lasted for about one to one and a half minutes, and because there is no electricity, no network signals, and a low socio-economic level, they can't buy normal necessities. Smartphones and other equipment to prove their claim are almost impossible.
Even if they could, who is going to spend so much time looking for it, as there was no fixed time for it to occur and the interval between the reappearance of the phenomenon is nothing to joke about? I decided to stay because of their persuasion.
They believe I might have a chance to see it. Part of me wondered if it was just a story to attract tourists and boost the local economy, as I spend my money to gather supplies and local guides. The probability of more people coming here because of rumors is not a far-fetched idea. Well, whatever, I will upload a video with some other title like "Spend 10 days on a cursed cliff," and the view from here should be sufficient.
According to them, this cliff is where the paranormal phenomenon is strong and can be more accurately observed, but they never came here because for them this cliff was cursed even before the lightning phenomenon.
But I don't believe in such things. Pathways towards the cliff were difficult, but I somehow managed to reach here with my equipment and necessary supplies for the purpose of remaining here for a long period of time. When I looked down the cliff, it reminded me of the God of War game and the face of that bastard friend who used to take money to let people play on his PlayStation for 30 mins but never let me play for the full 15 mins even after taking the money.
I moved my head towards the sky, wishing to see the lightning phenomenon, and my mind drifted towards the memory of my father's last moments when he was on the hospital bed fighting third-stage cancer for 16 months. Looking at the ceiling in delirium told me to live my life on my own rules, to enjoy it, and to never let my spirit break. He was constantly shouting, "Soon I will be with you, soon I will be with you," singing his favorite song and my name. They had shared everything together. He taught me all I knew, from cooking to riding a motorcycle to just being a decent human being; he taught me everything.
He never spent the money on his treatment as he should have, because he believed it would leave me financially ruined if he never made a comeback after giving our 100 percent, as our business also has not recovered from the pandemic. I didn't have many close friends after my family's death. I had friends from school, but most of them were just people I saw and hung out with.
Most of them didn't even know about my family's death, and no relatives and those relatives who I have already broke the relationship with us a long time ago because of my parents' love marriage. Memories of my mother are zero in my mind other than what I have seen in photographs of her, as she died after giving birth to me. My grandmother died when I was 2 years old and grandfather when I was 4 years old. I stand there, reminiscing about the memories that had gathered over the years.
Suddenly I saw the phenomenon for which I had been waiting; I moved a little forward subconsciously. Countless strikes of lightning with different colors can be seen without making sound. After a few seconds of seeing this wonder, I reached for my camera, eyes still glued to the silent, kaleidoscopic light show above. Then, the earth buckled. I tripped, the cliff edge vanishing beneath my boots. When I was in the air, I saw golden lightning coming towards me and striking me. My last words
"What the f**k!"
When it hit me, I didn't feel anything, like burning of flesh or the smell of ozone. Just a sensation of disintegration and darkness.
As I am floating in that darkness, I see my whole life flash before me over and over again. It was then that I realized how much the words of my mentor regarding the poor, as they needed to work hard and maintain discipline from the very beginning if they ever wanted to make something of themselves and for inner peace. The desire for a second chance grew in me.
My early happy years with my father were the only memories I did not regret, though looking back, I was disappointed in myself. I had been so carefree back then, spending most of the time on TV or the internet, doing nothing but messing around and constantly fighting with Father. While breaking his back every day.
After my father's death I decided to get my life on track. I put in a lot of hard work. I managed to complete my college-level education, which I decided I was never going to do. My diet, exercises, and meditation improved my body and personality. I was physically at my peak but mentally still struggling. That then led me to get myself a girlfriend (two fewer things to regret) for a 13-month period of time, as education, the WowTube channel, and managing the business of my father, which was in dire straits, left me with little time for social life.
I had lost track of how many times I went through the loop while I was floating in the void. I felt like I was spinning longer without knowing which way was up or down when suddenly I felt an attraction towards something. I got a feeling that I must reach it as soon as possible; if not, then I will be in this void for eternity.
When I reached it, I felt peace, safety, and love in this place that I never experienced or have a memory of. It also gave an automatic sensation that it would surely increase with time, but the trouble soon arrived as I felt the presence of something similar to me; it gave the same vibe when a human meets another human.
But it is a little different because it cannot communicate with me as I am trying to do, nor can it understand my intentions. Behaving like a thing without consciousness. Like a zombie, it attacked me and tried to push me out of my territory (domain), or the correct word would be "consume me," trying to destroy me again, due to which primal rage flared within me, so I started to repeat the process that it was doing to me. A battle of wills started. The opponent's will felt cold compared to mine. I quickly realized that the opponent's will was far weaker than my own in our battle. The fight felt like it was between a human and a Saiyan.
Our battle soon ended with me fully consuming it and giving me a feeling that was like a balloon that is filled with air up to maximum capacity. Any moment it can burst. But my problem doesn't end with it; after consuming, I get an understanding that my domain, which gives a sense of peace, safety, and love, is not stable. This situation automatically filled me with fear. The domain, in response to my fear or sensing extra energy in me, began to siphon the extra energy in order to stabilize the domain. In doing so, it siphoned a slight amount of my own energy, making me tired and sending me into a deep sleep.
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