A Man Possessed by a Spirit from an Intelligent Alien Lifeform

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Episode 1: Prologue

According to physicists, there are potentially 10 to the power of 500 multiverses beyond the universe we live in.

Unfortunately, there’s no way to prove their existence.

But thanks to my heightened sixth sense, I’ve personally verified the existence of these multiverses.

What I’m about to share with you is the strange story of that experience.

Using these encounters as a foundation, I developed an expansive theoretical framework that I call “Spirit Physics.”

I’ve always had a strong sixth sense.

As a child, I was often possessed by the spirits of humans from Earth.

But as my abilities sharpened, I began to be possessed by the spirits of intelligent extraterrestrial lifeforms.

The first contact I ever had with an “otherworldly” spirit was from a being who once lived on a distant planet in the Andromeda Galaxy.

It sounds absurd, I know.

Despite cutting-edge science being unable to establish any form of contact with extraterrestrial life, I succeeded—through sheer spiritual intuition.

Just this story alone could fill an entire book, but I’ll save it for another time.

Before long, it wasn’t just spirits from outside Earth I was connecting with.

I began encountering the spirits of intelligent lifeforms from entirely different universes.

Terrifying as it was, I came to realize through observation that these universes were nearly infinite in number.

After all, I’d been possessed by spirits from what physicists estimate to be 10 to the power of 500 multiverses.

From a “Spirit Physics” perspective, these experiences were incredible.

But my conscious self began to buckle under the strain.

My desire for interdimensional contact only grew, yet I couldn’t shake the fear that my consciousness might collapse entirely.

Before my mind could break, I decided to document the truths I had uncovered through these experiences.

And so, I began writing this story.

Episode 2

“Who are you? There’s no time.”

The voice echoed directly in my mind.

It was low and trembling, yet carried an unshakable determination.

I kept my eyes closed and responded silently within my mind.

“Who’s speaking? Who are you?”

Suddenly, I felt as though I’d been hurled into the middle of a storm.

My consciousness was wrenched from my body and flung to a distant place.

“This is incredible—by far the most intense paranormal phenomenon I’ve ever experienced!” I thought, even as my body lost all sensation.

Tentatively, I opened my eyes.

What lay before me was a sight beyond belief:

A world where the concept of gravity had broken down.

Up and down didn’t exist; the very fabric of space was twisted and warped.

Countless particles of light floated, each emitting unique colors and radiances, as though trying to communicate with me.

“Where… am I?” I asked aloud.

The space before me rippled, and the floating lights began to coalesce into a shape.

It resembled the spirit of the intelligent lifeform from the Andromeda Galaxy I had encountered before—but it was somehow different.

Its symbolic markings had evolved into a more intricate, almost circuit-like design, interspersed with patterns resembling Egyptian hieroglyphs.

“There’s no time,” the voice said again.

This time, I realized it was coming from the particles of light themselves.

“What do you mean, ‘there’s no time’?” I pressed.

The lights shifted, pouring vast amounts of information into my mind—images, equations, symbols, sounds.

In an instant, my consciousness was overwhelmed, as if I were being shown the very secrets of the universe.

Even then, the scientist in me couldn’t help but marvel at the capacity of the human brain to process so much information.

Etched into my awareness was a vision: the collapse of a universe distinct from ours.

Multiple dimensions collided, energy spiraled out of control, and the entire universe returned to nothingness in a grand spectacle.

I realized this wave of destruction was beginning to affect our universe as well.

“Save it,” the light commanded.

“How?” I shouted back.

But before I could get an answer, the particles of light vanished, and I was abruptly returned to my room.

I glanced at the clock—it had been only a few seconds, yet I felt as though I’d endured a raging storm.

“Save it? What am I supposed to do…?”

Still, one thing became clear: their choice to involve me was no coincidence.

They had chosen me because of my strong sixth sense and my development of “Spirit Physics.”

But how could I confront a threat that transcends universes?

Was there truly anything I could do?

Episode 3: The Mystery of the Collapsing Multiverse

The vision shown to me by the particles of light haunted me.

A collapsing universe from the multiverse was sending destructive waves into our own.

But how could it be stopped? The lights had given me no concrete solution—just the command to “save it.”

I tried to calm myself by taking deep breaths, even as anxiety and frustration clawed at me.

From my experiences, I knew that contact with spirits often left behind some trace.

If I could find it, I might uncover more clues.

I sat at my desk and opened my laptop, connected to the monitoring system I kept running at all times to track changes in energy during spirit contact.

Sure enough, the data revealed an anomaly—something I had never seen before.

“Resonance waves…”

Displayed on the screen were records of dimensional resonance waves—a phenomenon I had named through my studies in Spirit Physics.

Normally, these waves were observed when spiritual entities synchronized with me.

But this time, the waves were far more intricate, with unprecedentedly large amplitudes.

As I analyzed the data further, I uncovered a strange pattern:

The waves contained fragments of mathematical equations.

I input them into my computer for analysis.

“These are… dimensional coordinates?”

The equations appeared to describe coordinates for a dimension outside our own.

Clearly, the lights hadn’t just shown me the vision of a collapsing universe.

They had also left me with the coordinates to locate something critical.

Then, buried within the data, I found fragmented words:

“Find the anchor point.”

“Find the anchor point?” I murmured, reading the phrase aloud.

I didn’t know what it meant, but I instinctively felt it was the key to preventing the universal collapse.

Suddenly, the lights in my room flickered, and I felt an overwhelming presence.

“Something’s coming… something immense.”

Before I could react, the particles of light reappeared.

But this time, they were unstable, like flickering embers struggling to hold their form.

“Where is the anchor point?” I demanded.

They didn’t respond. Instead, they flooded my consciousness with fragmented, chaotic images.

“Come on, give me something clear!” I shouted in frustration.

One of the lights exploded with a high-pitched sound, and a single phrase burned itself into my mind:

“Earth coordinates: 38.8977N, 77.0365W.”

Grabbing my phone, I looked up the location.

When I saw the result, I gasped.

“Washington, D.C.… What’s there?”

Though questions swirled in my mind, there was no time to waste.

The collapse was underway.

I made my decision: I was going to Washington, D.C.

Chapter 4: The Place That Holds Earth’s Fate

Washington, D.C.—a city where politics and power converge.

I had come to believe that the “anchor point” I sought was somewhere in this city.

Yet, I still didn’t know what it was or why it was here.

Uncertain but determined, I prepared to depart for the United States.

With a bag slung over my shoulder containing the tools of spectral physics I’d developed and a portable detection device for responding to anomalies, I boarded the earliest flight to Washington, D.C.

When I arrived at Dulles International Airport, night had fallen.

The city sparkled with lights, but an inexplicable unease lingered in the air. Using the coordinates I had obtained, I headed toward my destination—and found myself standing before the White House.

“The White House?”

I frowned, puzzled. The coordinates unmistakably pointed to this place. Could something be hidden in this iconic symbol of global power?

Suddenly, the voice in my mind resounded again.

“Hurry. The interference has already begun.”

Interference? I didn’t understand what it meant, but I was certain of one thing: there was no time to waste. I decided to cautiously investigate the White House’s perimeter.

As I wandered closer, a strange sensation overcame me. For a brief moment, I lost consciousness.

When I regained awareness, I was stunned.

I was no longer myself. I had become a stout, well-dressed white man in an expensive suit.

Almost instantly, Secret Service agents surrounded me.

“Mr. President, are you all right?”

I was now inside one of the most heavily guarded areas on Earth: the White House grounds.

As I glanced around, I saw not just Secret Service agents but patrolling security personnel and surveillance cameras tracking every movement.

“This way, Mr. President.”

A deep voice echoed from the shadows.

I turned to see a figure clad in a black suit standing nearby.

Their face was obscured, but it was clear they had been waiting for me.

“Who are you?”

“There will be time for questions later. Follow me.”

The Secret Service agents stepped aside, allowing the figure to lead the way. Though hesitant, I had no other choice but to follow.

We moved to a secluded corner of the White House grounds, where the figure stopped in front of an old entrance to an underground passage. Now, it was just the two of us.

The figure spoke an incomprehensible phrase, and with a low rumble, the door opened. A faint glow emanated from within, accompanied by a chilling draft.

The glow was unmistakably the same as the “light particles” I had encountered before.

“Who are you…?” I asked again.

The figure gave no response, instead silently gesturing toward the passage.

“Hurry inside. There isn’t much time.”

Despite my growing unease, I steeled myself and stepped into the underground tunnel.

The passage was narrow, and its walls were engraved with enigmatic symbols. The intricate patterns were unsettling, making my eyes ache, and I couldn’t discern if they were a language or a scientific code. One thing was certain: they weren’t of human origin.

As I moved deeper, the glowing particles began to envelop me. Eventually, I reached a cavernous space that defied belief.

Floating in midair was an enormous, ever-shifting sphere of light, radiating brilliance and constantly altering its shape. Its surface displayed wave patterns I recognized from my studies in spectral physics.

“This… is the anchor point.”

The moment I stepped closer, the voice echoed again.

“Are you prepared to accept the truth?”

I froze. What lay ahead would shatter my understanding of reality. And once I knew the truth, there would be no turning back.

Taking a deep breath, I summoned my courage and answered firmly.

“I’m ready.”

Chapter 5: The Place That Holds the Fate of the Universe

Before I arrived at this mysterious space, I had felt it in the dark underground passage—a presence. It was more than just an “Anchor Point.” Something extraordinary lay ahead.

When I entered the vast expanse, I saw the massive floating sphere. Its surface was alive, constantly shifting with wave patterns, drawing me into its rhythm. But that wasn’t all.

There, standing before the sphere, was a man.

The moment I saw him, my breath caught.

“You… are John F. Kennedy.”

Standing there was none other than the 35th President of the United States, assassinated in 1963. His posture was straight, his demeanor calm, and his charismatic smile as captivating as ever. His piercing gaze fixed on me.

“It’s natural for you to be shocked,” he said in a composed voice, one that matched the iconic recordings I had heard countless times. “But I’ve been expecting you.”

“How… How is this possible? You were assassinated!”

My confusion poured out as a question, but he raised a hand, gesturing for silence.

“There’s no time to explain everything,” he began, his voice steady. “But know this—my death was merely a surface event. On that fateful day, I was called to this sphere, just as you have been.”

“Called?”

Kennedy nodded.

“This sphere—this Anchor Point—is not just a device. It’s a conscious entity connecting all dimensions of the multiverse. It has the power to select and guide certain individuals to prevent the collapse of existence itself. And you are one of those chosen.”

His words sent shivers through me.

Why me? Why Kennedy? The questions swirled in my mind, deepening the mystery.

“Why was I chosen?” I asked, my voice trembling.

Kennedy’s faint smile returned.

“You already know the answer. It’s your intuition—no, your mastery of Spiritual Physics. It led you here. But what lies ahead will be the real test. Through this Anchor Point, you must directly access the collapsing universe, identify the cause, and stop the destruction.”

“Is that even possible?”

I couldn’t hide the fear in my voice.

Kennedy approached the sphere and said, “It’s not a matter of possibility. It’s a necessity. If you fail, this universe—and countless others—will fall into ruin.”

His gaze was steady and unyielding, as if instilling me with the resolve I lacked.

“You have the ability to do this,” he said. “But my time here is over. It’s time for me to leave and entrust everything to you.”

“Leave?”

Kennedy nodded, extending his hand toward the sphere.

At that moment, his body began dissolving into light. His form disappeared, but his voice lingered, reverberating through the air.

“I believe in you.”

Chapter 6: Entering the Collapsing Universe

The space surrounding the Anchor Point was vast beyond comprehension. The floating sphere I had seen was only the entrance. As I stepped closer, I was drawn into its interior, where infinity itself seemed to unfold.

Countless stars and galaxies swirled in the void.

“So, this is infinity…”

But it wasn’t “true infinity.” This was a contained projection of a collapsing universe—a final refuge, holding the remnants of an existence on the brink of annihilation.

Still, to me, it felt like infinity. Black fissures ran through the stars, parts of galaxies faded away, and the entire space trembled as if it were crying out for salvation.

“This… this is the collapsing universe.”

Suddenly, a voice echoed in my head.

“This is no past catastrophe—it is happening now, in real-time.”

The revelation left me speechless. The destruction before me wasn’t history; it was unfolding in the present moment.

“How can this be stopped?”

I scanned my surroundings, desperate for answers. At the center of the projection—a swirling galaxy—loomed a dark, foreboding mass. It exuded an ominous energy, seemingly the source of the collapse.

As I prepared to move toward it, particles of light appeared before me. No, they weren’t just particles. They coalesced into a humanoid form, radiating an ethereal presence.

“Who are you?” I asked.

The figure spoke in a calm, resonant voice.

“I am the Archivist of this space. I record, connect, and safeguard all dimensions of the multiverse.”

“The Archivist… Then, do you know how to stop this collapse?”

The Archivist paused, then answered.

“To halt the collapse, you must eliminate its cause. The source lies at the heart of this universe’s projection—the ‘Singularity.’ But be warned: it is perilous to approach.”

“Dangerous or not, I have to do it. That’s the reason I’m here,” I declared.

The Archivist regarded me silently before nodding.

“Your resolve will be tested. This projection reflects your very psyche. If fear or doubt clouds your mind, it will hasten the collapse.”

The weight of those words struck me like a blow. My thoughts could directly impact the universe. The responsibility was overwhelming, yet I couldn’t falter now.

“Understood. I’ll move forward.”

The journey to the Singularity defied conventional logic. Distance and time felt fluid, and before I knew it, I was standing before it—a vortex of black energy radiating immense gravity.

And at its center floated an enormous diamond.

Its surface was etched with intricate symbols, symbols I recognized instantly.

“This… This is almost identical to my theoretical diagrams of Spiritual Physics!”

Shock and confusion gripped me, but the Archivist’s voice returned.

“Touch the diamond, and you will uncover the truth. You will also obtain the key to halting the collapse. But know this—it will challenge the very foundation of your existence.”

I hesitated, fear welling up within me. Yet Kennedy’s final words echoed in my mind.

“I believe in you.”

Summoning all my courage, I reached out and touched the diamond. In that instant, blinding light enveloped me.

Final Chapter: Kennedy of the Infinite Universes

The moment I touched the diamond, everything became clear. The collapsing universe, the true nature of the Anchor Points, and the identity of the one guiding me—all of it converged into a single truth.

“President Kennedy… You were behind all of this.”

He appeared before me, his familiar smile calm yet imbued with an otherworldly presence.

“Yes,” he said, his voice steady. “I am one of countless versions of John F. Kennedy born across the multiverse. I was chosen to create these Anchor Points and protect the harmony of all dimensions.”

I was overwhelmed.

“But why you?”

Kennedy began his explanation.

“After the Cuban Missile Crisis in 1962, the Earth in my universe was destroyed in a nuclear war. In that moment, I was transported through intuition—through spiritual insight—to another dimension.

“That dimension is the one we are now in. I was reborn as this universe’s Kennedy and prevented the nuclear catastrophe here.”

He held my gaze, his expression unwavering.

“I saved this Earth from destruction. Now, it is your turn to save the infinite Earths across the multiverse. Your existence is the link that will connect them to the future.”

“So… guiding me here was all part of the plan,” I said.

Kennedy nodded.

“Yes. But your choice was always your own. It is your resolve that brought you here.”

I looked around at the projection of the collapsing universe. The Anchor Point was crying out for salvation, and to save it, I would need to become the next Anchor Point, maintaining harmony across the multiverse.

“For me to become an Anchor Point… what must I do?”

Kennedy stepped closer, placing a hand on my shoulder.

“Make the decision of your own free will. At that moment, your existence will unite with infinity.”

I took a deep breath. This was the ultimate test, yet strangely, I felt no fear. Kennedy’s gaze was steady and reassuring.

“I’m ready,” I said.

The moment those words left my mouth, light filled the space, radiating across the multiverse. In that light, Kennedy’s voice echoed one last time.

“Your decision will connect the future of the multiverse. We will meet again in infinity.”

As my consciousness expanded, merging with the infinite, the collapse stopped. Harmony returned to the multiverse.

The last thing I saw was Kennedy’s smile, his final words resonating in the silence:

“Believe in the future. Fear not infinity.”

The universe returned to peace, and I was reborn—now as the 47th President of the United States.

The End