Remapped
Juju Stone
So true about how the Plausible Deniability is built into our system guys....Of course if something scares us we can dismiss it as either an autonomous part of the psyche or as part of the Overmind or Collective Unconscious.
If the Monkey brain gets scared he can rationalize it and make it more bite sized, so its easier to wake up every day and not be scared shitless because you are the only person in your neigborhood who knows that the 13th dimension is real. Again, I feel in my gut that it is trying to rationalize it to say its even partly in your head, your computer. and my experiance in hyperspace is that it was fucking totally unrational. I went in expecting to see elves and pretty lights not 4 fucking praying mantis Egyptian biomachine doctors who instantly read my mind and told me they knew my anscestors and were somehow part of and separate then the domed room filled with impossibly perfect patterns and symbols inside of melting crystalline goo.
I feel like hyperspace is all about contradictions, or at least it considers them to be a great art form.
Thats why its so hard to translate. But dismissing it as something in my mind is not possible because when I got THERE, from 4 huge tokes in a dark room, I instantly knew that this was real and it was alien and it had known us since we first built cities, since we first made fires in caves. The hidden machinery behind this web of illusions.
I know its hard to grapple with. We are in a cosmic play. I once heard Terence say that maybe the elves consider our ideas as we consider objects of art, admiring them in their execution and design. I felt as if my entities had an air about them kind of like "Oh look. Another Weirdo popped up. Let Us scan his brain with our flower machine and then put it in the filing cabinet." I think that is exactly why they hid the doorway in a drug, in plants, because then we can say anyone who proclaims they know the Truth is just crazy or at least just hallucinating. But even though we see a great many varied scenes and things, I think we all share a common trait: when you read some hyperspace reports certain parts send a shiver down your spine because you remember something like that, almost as if you were remembering a dream.
If the Monkey brain gets scared he can rationalize it and make it more bite sized, so its easier to wake up every day and not be scared shitless because you are the only person in your neigborhood who knows that the 13th dimension is real. Again, I feel in my gut that it is trying to rationalize it to say its even partly in your head, your computer. and my experiance in hyperspace is that it was fucking totally unrational. I went in expecting to see elves and pretty lights not 4 fucking praying mantis Egyptian biomachine doctors who instantly read my mind and told me they knew my anscestors and were somehow part of and separate then the domed room filled with impossibly perfect patterns and symbols inside of melting crystalline goo.
I feel like hyperspace is all about contradictions, or at least it considers them to be a great art form.
Thats why its so hard to translate. But dismissing it as something in my mind is not possible because when I got THERE, from 4 huge tokes in a dark room, I instantly knew that this was real and it was alien and it had known us since we first built cities, since we first made fires in caves. The hidden machinery behind this web of illusions.
I know its hard to grapple with. We are in a cosmic play. I once heard Terence say that maybe the elves consider our ideas as we consider objects of art, admiring them in their execution and design. I felt as if my entities had an air about them kind of like "Oh look. Another Weirdo popped up. Let Us scan his brain with our flower machine and then put it in the filing cabinet." I think that is exactly why they hid the doorway in a drug, in plants, because then we can say anyone who proclaims they know the Truth is just crazy or at least just hallucinating. But even though we see a great many varied scenes and things, I think we all share a common trait: when you read some hyperspace reports certain parts send a shiver down your spine because you remember something like that, almost as if you were remembering a dream.