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Rising Star
It's been a while since my last visit Inside. That one scared the living bejesus out of me, so I was understandably reluctant to return. However, lately, I've been called. You know how it is ... smelling it, thinking about it, little twists in perception ... anyhow, I knew I would have to go back.
So my changa is all a bit old - took two 100mg doses of blue lotus infused herb to break through. But break through I did.
The first part, in hyperspace proper, was familiar. Purple, twisty, serpentine jimjam, with infinity teasing at the edges of perception. It was very familiar.
Yes, we're still here. Just the way you left us. Just the same.
They poked fun at me for being afraid of dying. Mock crocodile tears.
Boo hoo. they said. Boo hoo.
Next phase, the usual insecty, shards of light bit. Once again, very familiar. I thanked them humbly, as one should, and then they showed me something, which is the bit I felt compelled to share with you all.
It had to do with time.
Time, they told me, is not what we think it is. And it can be escaped. Spiritual practice like yoga or meditation, or indeed having your psyche shot out of a spice cannon, is about stopping time and entering into the eternal.
There are things we see in reality that are bound by time. And there are things that are not. Those that are in time are the things that are changing, by definition. We are the same - when we are doing, then we're in time. When we are being, and not doing, then we escape into eternity.
That was what I was told, and I humbly commend this to the house.
best wishes to you all
So my changa is all a bit old - took two 100mg doses of blue lotus infused herb to break through. But break through I did.
The first part, in hyperspace proper, was familiar. Purple, twisty, serpentine jimjam, with infinity teasing at the edges of perception. It was very familiar.
Yes, we're still here. Just the way you left us. Just the same.
They poked fun at me for being afraid of dying. Mock crocodile tears.
Boo hoo. they said. Boo hoo.
Next phase, the usual insecty, shards of light bit. Once again, very familiar. I thanked them humbly, as one should, and then they showed me something, which is the bit I felt compelled to share with you all.
It had to do with time.
Time, they told me, is not what we think it is. And it can be escaped. Spiritual practice like yoga or meditation, or indeed having your psyche shot out of a spice cannon, is about stopping time and entering into the eternal.
There are things we see in reality that are bound by time. And there are things that are not. Those that are in time are the things that are changing, by definition. We are the same - when we are doing, then we're in time. When we are being, and not doing, then we escape into eternity.
That was what I was told, and I humbly commend this to the house.
best wishes to you all
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