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The Strange Vision Of Monsieur Lafontaine
The Strange Vision Of Monsieur Lafontaine

The Strange Vision Of Monsieur Lafontaine

Franc68Lorient Montaner

'It is by no means an irrational fancy that, in a future existence, we shall look upon what we think our present existence, as a dream'.—Edgar Allan Poe

It was the extraordinary year of 1868, when I had met the mystifying illusionist Monsieur François LaFontaine in Paris, France, after one of his distinguishable performances at the prestigious Théatre de la Porte Saint-Martin. I had expressed my profound admiration and appreciation, for his brilliance and intellect as a bona fide doyen.

He was fully perceptive of my immediate presence and name, as an established writer worldwide. He had invited me to join him in the green-room afterwards, so that we could converse about the fascinating concept of what he simply called cognitive vision. Once inside the room we sat down, as he started to speak about this interesting concept of his that he wished to share with me at length and privately, with such meritorious eloquence and inference. I then remained attentive, as I had descried the serious nature in his penetrating eyes.

He commanded with his words, such an imposing dominion, as I witnessed the inquisitive mind that he had possessed of an eclectic genius. I was not certain, when I had first perceived his sensory powers of persuasion and illusion, but his overpowering influence was verily captivating and commendable. His parlance was inspiring and full of aperçus at times.

As I heard Monsieur Lafontaine, I had pondered for countless years about the contemplation of seeing the future; and many times, I had been disconcerted by my sentient awareness, and the growing intrigue that became implacable and irresistible. I had resisted the once impetuous temptation to be dauntless in my provisory endeavour to elucidate that consideration of predicting the future in public.

The days of apprehension had manifested in the continuous urge to answer my questions and seek the vehicle of that contingency. I was restless, and my desire was to effectuate that consideration, as a loyal exponent of this theory. I was a neophyte in the matter of time prediction and mutable composition, but I had been animated by the curious phenomenon of illusionism. This was sufficient for me to search for Monsieur Lafontaine, who could proficiently attain that actuality.

Therefore, my reservation and attention were directed towards the ambiguous vision of the future and my possible fate. This nascent sentiment in me was present in my obsession to reveal the truth of that occurrence, while I had heard him. An esoteric truth that lingers in our conscience constantly and is sadly misconstrued, as a fallacious argument.

He had professed to me that the chilling account he was to disclose knowingly was not a probability incompossible to conceive, if we allowed the active mind to enable its extensive depth of creativity and power of sentience and concentration to develop. The mind is frangible, when we are exposed.

It was his idiosyncrasy that I had perceived indubitably that actuated his prescient apperception. His cerebral prowess had defied the Dionysiac nature of the conventional thoughts of humans that were considered paltry. His perspicacious dominion on the subject had begun to arrest my consequential fascination.

Thus, the following account is an explicit narrative, and the expressive words related are those veraciously purveyed and spoken by Monsieur LaFontaine, with such accurate authenticity and purview. There were indeed no other individuals present nearby to experience or confute the unbelievable experiment that had ended afterwards in his inexplicable disappearance—or could make the actual corroboration of this unusual occurrence.

His splendid narrative began magnificently, with the opening revelation that had elaborated this exceptional concept of cognitive vision verbatim. According to him, the mere capacity of the brain to transmit dynamic thoughts that are invariable and efficacious is exceedingly correlative, with the function of the cognate subjects of psychology and phrenology.

Hence, the foundation of the brain demonstrates the propensity to adhere to a visionary state of mind, through our hypermnesia that permits us to envision the pre-existing and contrarious world that opens the door of the illimitable thoughts, unto a mental journey of supraliminal protension.

The empowerment of our mind is indelible, when it pervades the serious introspection of the psyche of man willingly, and is not solely interpreted as psychosomatic. Cognitive vision is a vision that he had attempted to explain the purpose and presupposition of its rendition. It consisted of the principal and miscellaneous elements indicative of the interface of human psychology that are existential and manifest. Perception, creativity, attention and memory, are the miscellaneous components cogent to attaining, such a meaningful enlightenment.

He told me that I would question the principles we ascribe daily, with persistency and effort. Knowledge is acquired through facts, ideas, concepts and meanings that are incipient and intrinsic to the final evolution of the psyche of the Homo sapiens. The hierarchy of this mechanism is triggered, by the effects of stimulation conscious or unconscious.

'This is not the fruitless furtherance of a clever legerdemain. There is a clock near, and if you can monsieur, adjust your pocket watch accordingly'.

He had confessed that he did not know, when this unique fixture in his brain began to manifest in the thought that was developing, within an intractable leviathan that had encompassed him at gradual degrees of irregular intervals and involution.

Though he was not a scientist only a mere illusionist, he expressed his admission as an advocate to this process that with frequency and sudden expectancy, He had doubted his sanity and presumed his thoughts to be a pattern of a mind non compos mentis. Perhaps this assertion was interpreted as a non sequitur, but he sought to convince me of the powers of cognitive vision.

'Now, if I may ask you to stare at the pendulum that sways as a visual instrument, and allow your inchoate thoughts to pervade into your cognition willingly and ably. Allow your mind to be hypnotised, not non-plussed, by the thoughts and words I convey, as if you were personally experiencing this experiment. Now, that you are hypnotised, take a deep breath, and imagine a nonpareil world that presently is latent materialising before you. Permit the vision to transcend the boundary of your conscience and separation of your somatic and psychological capacity. Seek this parallel universe found in the core of your brain. Thence, it will manifest into a vivid reality and abandon the invisible portal of surreality forever possibly. It no longer will be an ambiguous preconception'.

The strange vision he described had manifested in earnest, upon an ordinary midday, when he was practising this mental exertion privately. Therefore, as a subjective illusionist he was always challenging his percipient mind mentally. After he consciously had indulged in the process of constant meditation and concentration, he was capable of expanding his random thoughts and convert them into valid concrete actions. He had pondered the approximation of the existing and potential realm of the immediate future and its vast and illimitable boundary, as he had divagated.

He found himself slowly submerged in the deep thoughts that were representative of his actual imagination, as he began to drift into a hypothetical state of mind. He had questioned whether or not his brain was not being circumvented by an opium dream or an active hallucination.

The plausible definition of what he was then experimenting was new and revealing, with a variable presence that had engulfed him in an unremitting trance that absorbed his faculties gradually. His engaged consciousness was starting to diverge deliberately, from the core of thoughts that were always present and congruent.

The unique sounds from his circumference began to deafen in an absolute quietude that had sequestered his attention, as his physical body became motionless and stiff. He could not feel the frame of his physical totality, as his mind had long controlled his instinctive movements completely.

His breathing was modulated and reduced to the necessary respiration to survive eventually, as a human. The rhythm of the constant beating of his heart as well was scarcely heard then. He did not hear the tick-tock of the clock or watch. He was now mesmerised, by the control of his wielding brain. All his senses had interacted and were extremely cognisant of this occurrence.

Moreover, he had lost the notion of his previous concurrent reality. An abstract and unproven theory had converged within an unfamiliar horizon demonstrating a viable antinomy. The fear of dying of death or astray in madness was no longer a concern, because his mind was absent of this pertinence.

He was now beyond the portal of this world, as he saw total darkness in the beginning, and heard a heavy ringing in his head, while he had perceived at intervals, the presence of peculiar entities that were truly indescribable and unclear.

Monsieur LaFontaine heard nothing until he had listened attentively to the vague voices, as they spoke incoherently. The ringing in his head grew with such intensity, while he had languished in this voluntary stupor. The endless seconds and minutes transpired and became hours that had enveloped, with the entire darkness present.

His ability to distinguish the truth was unsettled and distracted by the mental process he had initiated with instant success, but the peril of his decease was probable and less conducive to his uncertain action. Thus, he had continued with the experiment as keen senses were increased and activated by the tinnient sound.

It was afterwards, through the dreary murk he had traversed that a sudden light radiated intensively. He could not decipher the actual origin of the light, as it had scintillated bright. Then the unrecognisable voices were starting to be intelligible and the language he had understood plainly. The surreal moments were occupied, with the reservation of the consequence of his action.

He saw the futuristic guise of a man speaking to him dressed in strange clothing, he could not acknowledge. For a very brief instant, he had feared his death, and damage to his brain. The stranger kept on speaking, until he had grabbed his shoulder tautly.

Suddenly, he awoke from his deep trance sweating and shaking. What he saw next would surprise him and at the same time confound him. He saw at first, an amorphic shadowy figure of a man standing before him as he was grabbing his shoulder. His voice began to be muffled, and he had disappeared swiftly into the air of our world. Was he a phantom of the theatre or was he simply a man from the future? Had Monsieur LaFontaine seen with the naked eye, a transitory glimpse of the future?

He noticed that the clock had changed the hour, the theatre was no longer a theatre, but an abandoned museum, with wax figures and few books on the racks torn from the covers and pages. From his vantage point, he could see that there was a crumpled newspaper that had a date. It was dated with the year of 1968. It was a soupçon of the future and evidence of a clear manifestation, but that was not the only shocking revelation that was unexpected and sudden.

There was a calendar intact nearby, with the year 2168 engraved in the top front of the calendar, and there was more that he would witness. Unfortunately, he did not have enough time to peruse the books on the racks, or seek other items within the museum. For a short period of time, he was in the future. He had triumphed over the convoluted core of the brain.

Verily, through his unequivocal admission he disclosed, amidst the pleasure of such wondrous prospects of delight in the future he saw as well, the terrible and ominous façade of the future. He was anxious to know what had existed, beyond the interior of this abandoned museum. Thereby, his elevated curiosity had compelled him to satisfy his inquisitiveness with immediacy. When he had stepped outside to glance at the world, he was shock to see the abject ruin and complete destruction that he had observed, with utter dismay and stupefaction.

The sky was totally dark and contaminated, with a Plutonian shade of caliginosity, as the clouds were nothing more than unstable cumuli of convection. He did not know if it was day or night, and he had presumed it to be night-time. Monsieur LaFontaine did not see any stars in the signifer sphere. The land was barren and desolate, as he saw nothing but dilapidated buildings and wreckage circumjacent. His compulsion had compelled him to explore more this fascinating world of dystopia he had discovered.

Thereafter, he walked cautiously unto one of the uninhabited buildings that had remained partially intact. When he had entered the building, he found a colossal and inordinate object standing in the middle of the building. He was not certain of what the abnormal contrivance had represented, or what its function was. It appeared to be an enormous automaton of some nature constructed, and he had proceeded to investigate.

As Monsieur LaFontaine approached closer, he noticed that it had a gadget that resembled a green button to press. He then pressed the button, and the unusual machine began to operate itself, as if it was indeed an automaton. A large wheel made of solid bolts of steel had begun to spin, and activate the machine as it rotated in a circular manner at degrees.

He heard the loud sound of rust and the rotation of the wheel, as the bolts had pressed against its rough surface. Indeed, it was a magnificent piece of absolute machinery. It had a huge clock in the centre which had the year 2168. Apparently, it was a machine that had recorded the history of time.

Unbeknownst to Monsieur LaFontaine, the loud noise had attracted the attention of a stranger. He heard the sound of an individual approaching and he hid behind a pillar. He had seen then a lone figure of an unusual being that resembled a man from afar, reaching and standing before the automaton.

At last, he could plainly see the stranger's guise. He was a hideous mutant of deformity, who was half-man and half-monster. His massive head protruded over his body, as Monsieur LaFontaine could see a huge incision that had allowed him to see his brain.

His skin was covered with rashes and tumours caused by an abnormal growth of tissue like a lurid ronyon. The phenotypic effect of his mutation was discernible, as well was the morphogenesis of his ineffable creation. He was not certain how the changing of the structure of his gene had resulted in this variant form of abnormality.

This being Monsieur LaFontaine could only fathom with such ghastly apprehension. Although he had a defect of sight, the being had sensed him standing there behind a pillar alone, and headed towards him with urgency. Monsieur LaFontaine ran outside as fast as he could. Soon, the puffy clouds would begin to drop acid rain on the earth. Monsieur LaFontaine was extremely fortunate to sense the arrivance of the ominous tempest, and had scurried back inside the museum, as he stared at the deleterious rain that fell.

He locked the door tightly, hoping that the horrendous mutant would not enter or reach him; yet, the acid raindrops had covered his grotesque skin full of such unsightliness and abhorrence. His skin had started to peel off, as he was reduced quickly into exiguous particles of dust.

There was no wind, no lightning that had stirred abruptly. The only visual remain of the storm was the implacable darkness that had enveloped the whole landscape. The inscrutable vision Monsieur LaFontaine had witnessed of this occurrence would cause him to be affrighted; at the same time, thrilled with the variable elements and indeterminate sequences of the future that he had perceived at that moment.

His stay was interrupted by his physical limitation and capacity, when he had returned to this world anew. Upon the following night he had attempted the intricate experiment thoroughly again, as he sought to repeat the sequence of events of the previous experience, with ultimate success and a bit of mnemonics. He knew and was cognisant of the capacity of the brain to achieve this contingency and goal.

Once more, he had exerted his mind through the method of exploration and concentration equipollently. Even though Monsieur LaFontaine was the best illusionist in Paris, still he did not assume to know what was his imposing and undefined limitation and adaptation.

He had travelled and performed much in this world and had obtained knowledge, but this phenomenon of cognitive vision was engrossing his percipience daily tremendously. Monsieur LaFontaine had many placards of his name engraved in such fine letters before, but he would never forget the placard he had seen, when he was afresh, in the unfamiliar surroundings of the future.

How could he efface that incredible and revealing vision he had witnessed with his perceptive eyes? It is impossible to explain in its entirety that which he saw with scepsis. Therefore, he proceeded with the essential part of his narration, without needless interruption.

That night his intention and aspiration were to progress with the experiment, and comprehend even more the corroboration that could be deduced in the end. After profound thought and meditation, he had reached the portal of the future that was again exposed to his malleable vision. Through the darkness he had seen the scintilla of the coruscated light, as the blurry images of beings appeared through the entoptic film of his pupils.

Soon they would become clear to see and speculate, as he stood within the streets of Paris. The language of the individuals was the demotic idiom of that society. He could see people of the bourgeois walking in the boulevard, with their peculiar garments and footwear that were extremely foreign and antipodal to him.

What had arrested his perception was the fact that the persons walking were revealing in their attire. The vehicles that had passed were no longer slow carriages, instead rapid bolts of energy. There were boundless mechanical devices of contrivances all around him.

The year was 2068, as he had picked up a recent newspaper to read it. The placard Monsieur LaFontaine had descried upon one of the tall edifices nearby had displayed, (Come and see the wonders of art and magic of Monsieur Pierre Lafontaine on display, at the Théatre de la Porte Saint-Martin.)

Immediately he had reached the theatre, dressed in his Victorian clothing that was not conspicuous to the persons who walked. They could not see him, for he was invisible in his presence. He would soon discover that Pierre Lafontaine was his descendant of the future. Yes, he was directly related to him.

Monsieur LaFontaine had felt a frisson and was shocked by the revelation and occurrence, as his mind was absorbed totally in sheer disbelief. He had yearned to communicate with him, but he could not. And what was more chilling and compelling was that he was the futuristic stranger, who had visited him before.

Pierre LaFontaine was inside the theatre rehearsing, as the clock in the theatre struck.

What was miraculous and unbelievable to Monsieur LaFontaine was that his descendant as well was attempting to communicate through his experiments, but in the past. The coincidence was a striking and fascinating stimulus that Monsieur LaFontaine could not forget so easily. All that he had attempted in this intrinsic and experimental experience had concluded, in complete and undeniable success. Again, the duration had abated, as his body could not withstand the powerful drama that was unfolding so deeply and forcedly, with such monumental effort.

After the hypnosis had concluded I asked Monsieur Lafontaine, when I awoke from my Morphean trance of mollification gradually and opened my eyes. 'I must know one thing from you, when and where is the point of no return that encroaches, Monsieur Lafontaine? Your unbelievable words have compelled me to know, and it necessitates my pressing intrigue. This convincing fascination that dispels the irrefragable sensation I have felt since the very beginning, with your predicative resolution and deportment'.

He replied as he had looked into my eyes at first contemplative, then equanimously. 'Truly I do not know monsieur, for it is presently inextricable, but there is one thing I can verify that what I saw was a vision attainable, not axiomatic. Many may interpret my vision of eccentricity, as an ultracrepidarian invention and have a certain recrudescence of doubt. You see, the concept of life is associated with death, and the trammels of gloom haunt the Puritan minds of our modern society, as an endemic part of humanity'.

'There must be a singular truth to all of this', I had stated.

His answer was, 'The probative pith of this truth is found, within the peremptory belief that binds us to our reality. Whether religion dictates the thoughts of mankind, it is not for me to deem judgement gratuitously and remonstrate against with a senseless hauteur. If we allow for this introductive vision of seeing and predicting the future to expand and perpetuate amongst the throng of naysayers who are sophronised, this concept will not fade into our oblivious memory and be incomprehensible forever. It would be better to acknowledge that the point of no return reveals itself, when and where within the vision we notice its capacity and reality'.

'How do we define that reality?' I had enquired.

'The narrative I have given you is the abnormal reality I have experienced momentarily in my intense vision. Once more I reiterate, this is no discretionary ruse. In this experience I must confess that the boundary of the present and the future I witnessed has filled me with fantastic excitement and horror. Consequently, my death will be determined an odd occurrence and my body consigned to an empty tomb or urn, but you who have heard my account will know otherwise.

'What you have related to me is extraordinary, if true'.

'I fear my time in this existing world has come to an end, but I shall return one day to visit you. Just as the mysterious man of the future had appeared to me—so shall I return to you. When the clock strikes the hour of my return, a blurry and shadowy vision of a figure will manifest into me'.

'How shall I know, Monsieur Lafontaine?'

'First, you will hear the sound of the wind, then my voice on a recording will be clearly transmitted. You will know it is me, who is calling you at that moment. Your pocket watch will stop for a few seconds, as you do not hear the sound of the watch or see the hands moving. Do not be frightened that nothing will be wrong with your pocket watch or that you are going mad. I shall not haunt you instead, I shall serve as proof that cognitive vision is real. Afterwards, the hands of your pocket watch will turn backwards, until it stops to a complete halt'.

It was time for his final act of an irrevocable illusion, but this was no bizarre trick or human deception employed afterwards. It was no conjectural ploy of a mere illusion of his successful performances demonstrated. Once more, he told me to close my eyes and think about the mysterious man of the future in quiescence.

Thus, I did what he had asked—when I opened them I perceived a protean intonation, as his deep voice began to fade. I saw then that his body was disappearing. He then vanished into the air, as the futuristic man emerged dressed in the peculiar clothing Monsieur LaFontaine had described before. It was a transient stay, and I had walked towards him to touch him, as he looked at me standing. He had vanished too into the air, with no vestige left behind.

Subsequently, I heard the vibratory sound of the clock. Gone was the great illusionist Monsieur François LaFontaine. His final act of brilliance no one except me had witnessed. For years I have attempted to understand what had occurred with Monsieur LaFontaine, as I walk vagariously. Hitherto, I cannot explicate this anomalous occurrence, through mere words of definition.

I am extremely sanguine, and one day I shall discover the durable mode to predict the future, or even remain there forever in this incredible state of existence, through my persistent thoughts. I shall not abdicate that thrilling possibility or prospection. Ipse facto, the future awaits us.

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