He knelt on the floor. A typical young man of Europe, long haired and somewhat athletic but unremarkable.
His eye's were closed, relaxed as he focused deep within. Awareness turned fully inward, he drifted within the currents of his being, emotions and the sensations of a living body are his world.
He listens to his heartbeat, hears it pounding within his core. The man's chest pulsing gently with the strong, rhythmic contractions.
He lets his mind dwell on his breathing, lets the motion of muscles and the flow of air through him fill his whole being.
He spreads his awareness out, lets it run through his whole body, into arms, legs, joints, muscles and fingers.
The gentle pulsing of his heartbeat fills his body awareness, vessels and organs twitching softly under the pulsing flow through them.
So tuned to such faint sensations was he, that another fainter feeling caught his attention. The gentle electrical tingle of millions of nerve impulses running throughout his body as a gentle diffuse background hum.
He focused his attention on the hum within his fingertips, the uncoordinated hum of discordant nerve firings synchronised and resonated. Waves of them pulsing through his hand in powerful flows.
The flows built, combined and spread in a cascading crashing flow down his arm and through his body till his whole being trembled and pulsed with a warm burn of flowing electrical currents.
The currents flowed through his awareness, he swam with them through his own body and where he turned his attention the greatest flows followed till it felt as though his mind surfed a tsunami of fire throughout the body.
Then the flows changed, they gathered a new energy to them, something that's nature shifted and altered on a whim.
It crashed like a wave of fire, swirled like the coldest arctic winds then jumped and fizzed like of lightning through the sky. Over and around the power flowed, suffusing the man in power till he thought if he opened his eyes he would be glowing with all the radiance of the sun and could hurl himself off the earth into the sky or break mountains with his hands. Should he only choose to.
He opened his eyes, the power snapped and hissed and grow more distant behind his gaze with his reduced concentration.
It remained though, lashing and burning and freezing within him, yearning to be released while his limbs trembled from the force of it. Yet there was no fire. No power burned the air or shook the land. His hands didn't glow and his body didn't fly off the ground.
The power burned with desperation to be free, it was so very close to tipping over the edge and pouring into the real world. But the man knew not how to take that final step. So he shook and he trembled and he burned on the inside then when he had exhausted himself he had no choice but to let the power go.
He released his concentration and it drained away, so slowly, so painfully yearningly slowly but it went, dying down and shattering into a background hum once more.
The man stood slowly. Tired and drained and yet somehow refreshed and exultant and cleansed of his fears the man stood and put his failure from his mind.
After all, one day he would release the power.
Then nothing else would ever matter again.
Authors note: this minus the whole "then ill take over the world!!" feeling to it at the end is pretty much what happens to me every single time I meditate and i decided to make a strange little one shot of it.
Though I couldn't be bothered to put a story with it.
It's weird as all hell but a serious rush and it doesn't even require poisoning yourself.
Incidentally its also what i base any "internal magics" or whatever in other stories on because it really does feel like you could do anything at that point.
You cant though sadly.