My introduction via a humble wooden VP and a bed of green tea crowned with refined white spice.
It came on with a neon version (outlines only) on black background of snake like tentacles descending down on and through me. Tubes filled with glowing dots like aboriginal serpent paintings. Looking into a light then shutting your eyes quickly can imitate the density of these images.
Curiously I opened my eyes and my room was the same but I simply couldn’t recognise it.
I highlight that this was a feeling more than a visual distortion. The room did however seem much more 3D than usual when spanning my eyesight maybe due to a subtle binocular effect. There was a slight internal, euphoric feeling as if seeing something for the first time; perhaps a striking piece of art or the clouds below from the window of a plane.
A second pull procured a further lack of recognition to my surrounds; this time my own body.
I further examined my arm to prove this, “yep, just as hairy but…still not mine”.
I speculate that alien abduction experience could be a misinterpretation of this phenomenon.
Everything was comfortable / controllable and fun up until now but things changed rapidly. I was no longer in my room but a floating computer generated box with high contrast pulsating walls. My vision broke down into pixels, evenly spaced and carefully alternating in an array of primary colours. I observed that there was a lack of gradient and diffusion on the colours. This followed by a dissention of a series of interlocking fractals warping in a similar way as my reflection on a round glass surface.
Very noticeable was a very smooth linear sliding scale in intensity whilst approaching this point.
Here however was a distinct trigger point whereby my conscious faculties, that had been judging the effects against my previous life experiences, were directed off par. More accurately, my frontal lobe was stunted, diminishing any immediate judgements or analysis of the goings on. Left holding the fort was my sub/unconscious and the primal, uncontrollable reactions that accompany it. You know, when man suddenly sees lion and his mind is silenced to a state that will best serve him.
Each interlocking fractal now attained a distinct flat border consisting of alternating squares. The border whilst hugging the edges of these fractals was not static instead tracked around the warping fractals at a higher speed almost to entrance your vision towards a series of focal points.
Colourful descriptions aside, a mild familiar car sick feeling overwhelmed me and to my absolute frantic, almost physically chocking shock, these visions pulled my mind and body apart in different directions. This morass of moving art silently gravitated my parts and dissolved them into itself like puzzle pieces. I was now completely fluid while still being localised and swaying / rippling like the surface of disturbed water. Due to the amazingly unique properties of this sudden experience and I emphasize the word unique, I metaphorically flinched. This ended the experience immediately.
The summit phase described here could have consumed less than 20 seconds but because it was NOT an intellectual exercise, NOT a witnessing but rather an engaging, all-consuming and direct experience, it had me replaying its dynamics in memory for a week.
Oh, I forgot to mention. I did utter a few swear words that will not divulge but when replayed through my auditory organs sounded something like ‘blaaa wooki booby pop’; such a failure of expression that I promised to abandon any future attempts. (I hear this may be a generic happening)
In finishing, despite realising that I had died for a few seconds, I do not want to brand this experience as spiritual or religious. I feel it would be contrived of me to condense it to a personal interpretation so instead I will just conclude with the one word statement … Cowabunga.
It came on with a neon version (outlines only) on black background of snake like tentacles descending down on and through me. Tubes filled with glowing dots like aboriginal serpent paintings. Looking into a light then shutting your eyes quickly can imitate the density of these images.
Curiously I opened my eyes and my room was the same but I simply couldn’t recognise it.
I highlight that this was a feeling more than a visual distortion. The room did however seem much more 3D than usual when spanning my eyesight maybe due to a subtle binocular effect. There was a slight internal, euphoric feeling as if seeing something for the first time; perhaps a striking piece of art or the clouds below from the window of a plane.
A second pull procured a further lack of recognition to my surrounds; this time my own body.
I further examined my arm to prove this, “yep, just as hairy but…still not mine”.
I speculate that alien abduction experience could be a misinterpretation of this phenomenon.
Everything was comfortable / controllable and fun up until now but things changed rapidly. I was no longer in my room but a floating computer generated box with high contrast pulsating walls. My vision broke down into pixels, evenly spaced and carefully alternating in an array of primary colours. I observed that there was a lack of gradient and diffusion on the colours. This followed by a dissention of a series of interlocking fractals warping in a similar way as my reflection on a round glass surface.
Very noticeable was a very smooth linear sliding scale in intensity whilst approaching this point.
Here however was a distinct trigger point whereby my conscious faculties, that had been judging the effects against my previous life experiences, were directed off par. More accurately, my frontal lobe was stunted, diminishing any immediate judgements or analysis of the goings on. Left holding the fort was my sub/unconscious and the primal, uncontrollable reactions that accompany it. You know, when man suddenly sees lion and his mind is silenced to a state that will best serve him.
Each interlocking fractal now attained a distinct flat border consisting of alternating squares. The border whilst hugging the edges of these fractals was not static instead tracked around the warping fractals at a higher speed almost to entrance your vision towards a series of focal points.
Colourful descriptions aside, a mild familiar car sick feeling overwhelmed me and to my absolute frantic, almost physically chocking shock, these visions pulled my mind and body apart in different directions. This morass of moving art silently gravitated my parts and dissolved them into itself like puzzle pieces. I was now completely fluid while still being localised and swaying / rippling like the surface of disturbed water. Due to the amazingly unique properties of this sudden experience and I emphasize the word unique, I metaphorically flinched. This ended the experience immediately.
The summit phase described here could have consumed less than 20 seconds but because it was NOT an intellectual exercise, NOT a witnessing but rather an engaging, all-consuming and direct experience, it had me replaying its dynamics in memory for a week.
Oh, I forgot to mention. I did utter a few swear words that will not divulge but when replayed through my auditory organs sounded something like ‘blaaa wooki booby pop’; such a failure of expression that I promised to abandon any future attempts. (I hear this may be a generic happening)
In finishing, despite realising that I had died for a few seconds, I do not want to brand this experience as spiritual or religious. I feel it would be contrived of me to condense it to a personal interpretation so instead I will just conclude with the one word statement … Cowabunga.
