Alien Love
Hello...So like that was an introduction, now for some preaching
to the choir on the subject of how come it is that the further
in you go the bigger it gets. I remember the very, very first
time that I smoked DMT. It was sort of a benchmark you might
say, and I remember that this friend of mine that always got
there first visited me with this little glass pipe and this
stuff which looked like orange mothballs. And since I was a
graduate of Dr. Hoffman's I figured there were no surprises.
So the only question I asked is, 'How long does it last?' and
he said, 'About five minutes.' 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
socketed 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 jewelled 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 mandiean(sp)
alphabetical structures. They looked like the concrescence of
liguistic 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 explaination 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 you are. Think about
doing what we're doing. Do it. Do it now. DO IT!!'
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