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"So I did it and... [long pause, audience cheers] there was a something, like a flower, like a chrysanthemum in orange and yellow that was sort of spinning, spinning, and then it was like I was pushed from behind and I fell through the chrysanthemum into another place that didn't seem like a state of mind, it seemed like another place.
"And what was going on in this place aside from the tastefully soffited indirect lighting, and the crawling geometric hallucinations along the domed walls, what was happening was that there were a lot of ahh.. beings in there, what I call self-transforming machine elves. Sort of like jeweled basketballs all dribbling their way toward me. And if they'd had faces they would have been grinning, but they didn't have faces.
"And they assured me that they loved me and they told me not to be amazed; not to give way to astonishment. And so I watched them, even though I wondered if maybe I hadn't really done it this time, and what they were doing was they were making objects come into existence by singing them into existence. Objects which looked like Faberge eggs from Mars morphing themselves with Mandaean alphabetical structures. They looked like the convalescence of linguistic intentionality put through a kind of hyper-dimensional transform into three-dimensional space.
"And these little machines offered themselves to me. And I realized when I looked at them that if I could bring just one of these little trinkets back, nothing would ever be quite the same again. And I wondered, Where Am I? And What Is Going On?
"It occurred to me that these must be holographic viral projections from an autonomous continuum that was somehow intersecting my own, and then I thought a more elegant explanation would be to take it at face value and realize that I had broken into an ecology of souls. And that somehow I was getting a peek over the other side. Somehow I was finding out that thing that you cheerfully assume you can't find out.
"But it felt like I was finding out. And it felt.. and then I can't remember what it felt like because the little self-transforming tykes interrupted me and said, 'Don't think about it. Don't think about who we are... Think about doing what we're doing. Do it! Do it! DO IT NOW!!!'
"And what they meant was use your voice to make an object. And as I understood, I felt a bubble kind of grow inside of me. And I watched these little elf tykes jumping in and out of my chest; they like to do that to reassure you. And they said, 'Do it.' And I felt language rise up in me that was unhooked from english, and I began to speak... "
t would be nice if I was free from lower and negative thought forms, but sadly - I still wrestle with them so frequently that it sometimes throws my entire physical and mental equation out of balance in the most unpleasant ways imaginable.
originally posted by: GENERAL EYES
I just wanted to state for the record that I don't experiment with any external recreational or mind altering substances....sadly, my brain chemistry is already off center of it's own volition and I don't wish to add unpredictable variables into my personal matrix because of that fact.
When ingesting certain substances for a ritualized experience or "trip" you more or less know when to expect strange effects and that the experience will eventually subside....when you have an already imbalanced brain such diversions tend to sneak up without any warning that they intend to assail you with extrasensory information.
It's kind of a bugger and chore, because part of me desperately wishes to understand why I must endure these altered realities and the self-preservation aspect of self just wants to reduce the negative stimulus as much as is humanly possible.
It's a big universe out there, and despite what the hippies want people to believe - not all of what lies beyond is rainbows and sunshine. It never hurts to be as prepared as possible for whatever might arise in those conditional states.
The best we can do in the face of such adversity is to be gentle with ourselves...and others.
I hope one day the reasons for suffering become clear, that we may transcend them.
originally posted by: GENERAL EYES
I just wanted to state for the record that I don't experiment with any external recreational or mind altering substances....sadly, my brain chemistry is already off center of it's own volition and I don't wish to add unpredictable variables into my personal matrix because of that fact.
When ingesting certain substances for a ritualized experience or "trip" you more or less know when to expect strange effects and that the experience will eventually subside....when you have an already imbalanced brain such diversions tend to sneak up without any warning that they intend to assail you with extrasensory information.
It's kind of a bugger and chore, because part of me desperately wishes to understand why I must endure these altered realities and the self-preservation aspect of self just wants to reduce the negative stimulus as much as is humanly possible.
It's a big universe out there, and despite what the hippies want people to believe - not all of what lies beyond is rainbows and sunshine. It never hurts to be as prepared as possible for whatever might arise in those conditional states.