The Attractor

On January 16, 2026, I died! I couldn't breathe while lying down or sitting up. Antonella, my wife, took me to the emergency where they admitted me and did a CT scan. They laid me down. I told them I couldn't breathe, but they said it would be very quick. I entered the CT scan and felt an infinite, beautiful sensation of sweetness spreading over me, transforming into a feeling of peace and immense love. I lost consciousness. I woke up with a huge oxygen mask completely sealing my face. Monitors were everywhere. I was shirtless; my clothes had been cut off. Antonella was next to me. The hospital kept me for three weeks. They did all the possible analyses, but they couldn't reach a diagnosis. I had been approached several times by people who, in a threatening manner, ordered me to stop working on syntropy and the attractor. I didn't follow their orders.

Pages: 177, Paperback, Independently published