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Rising Star
SWIM must apologize first for using this forum as more of a playground than sanctuary. Although, SWIM has graciously received much help from many members and hopes to share more. Let it be said though, there is a new found respect for this site.
After a bit of nice powder was STBed, using a simple-man's sorta technique, it just sat there for a bit in a cute pill box. Two to be exact; one some sorta regal baby blue, the other opaque. Some of this was used to make some nice x-tals using some rubber cement remover, growing and persisting.
One night, while the cat was away the mice played. And the powder and x-tals could sit no longers. One volunteer, from a previous experience thought, 'It's kinda like salvia.'. The second volunteer thought it was a serious thing, but no more than an incredible and mentally fused light show would be. This was grossly understated.
Although the second volunteer's experience will be shown, the first's life was drastically altered.
Using music as a precursor earlier in the day, music seemed like a natural extension for travel. Mouse on the Keys seemed to talk to the second volunteer(SV) most, so Sezession was put on in order. Slowly, colors began to turn electric and plasmic and the life force that is always there and always was presented itself in form. Symbols from everywhere and everything began pulsing through the force as if it were the forces' blood; lions, stars, ampersands, eyes, arrows...all neatly compartmentalized and surprised yet happy to see the SV. Sound kept splitting, repeating, and traveling with a physical presence like a strong wind pushing you over. The music began to take over, and euphoric realizations were given through the sound, triggering what was already there. The body came to, and the mind as well...but changed. The SV knew this wasn't the best place to travel too. Something was calling, and something is still calling from a further distance.
After a rest, a return was needed. Hacking off a few songs from 'California', this order of audio set the ceremony; Ars Moriendi, Vanity Fair, California. The first volunteer, accidentally closed his eyes on his return trip...and once again a beautiful discovery was made unexpectedly. The First told the second, 'You have to do that.'. SV obliged, and when he did Mr. Bungle opened his id, and saw his egos crashing in an infinite space worth of memories, dreams, and emotions together. It was clear to the SV that something was still sort of blocking his travel. These things were incredible no doubt, but SV was being told to surpass oneself to travel. The beauty of the lights are blinding, and sometimes distracting. Again, beautiful places were seen, but not necessarily visited.
It had been a long night, and the SV actually contemplated waiting till tomorrow to finish the last of the 3 tickets to travel. SV's body was ragged, and an afternoon job interview (although laughable sincerity about going at this point) put rest at the top of the list of good actions. 4 AM... Even the first volunteer's last ride was just that, a short ride. It seemed like a 'have to' thing though to SV, like an obligation of a serious nature. As if saying 'I love you' sincerely. Knowing that some are more 'aware' than others, the tracks 7 through 10 were used from 'How I Got Over' by the Roots. It seemed these tracks were meant for something of a hyper nature anyways. Breathe in breathe out. Closed eyes. Grabbing at this point...eyes opened because SV saw something not normal. Blast of light from opening cornea to light, close again. Yes; still there. Although, trying to be camouflaged by the lights, shapes, and colors 'they' saw SV and 'they' knew SV saw 'them'. Who are 'they'...not sure, but it was as if SV was looking into a sorta double sided mirror and 'they' were wearing lab coats and were in a lab monitoring SV. The difference from the other trips was that 'they' were portrayed as real, not plasmic or animated or really cool to see but plain jane real. After SV and 'they' noticed each other and the 'OH SHIT' reaction was had by both sides, SV was brought into a waiting room. He was told, 'Since you saw you might as well come in.'. The waiting room began to materialize shortcomings and the things that others use to judge SV and all SV's otherselves; a partner's miscarriage, a divorce, lack of socio-econimics, temper...they began to bloom and grow and take form and take over the waiting room and envelope and smother SV.
'When I wake up, I look into the mirror, I can't see a clearer, vision, I ...' The trigger!
'That's fine.' Mentally yelled SV. And at that point SV began to rise. Traveling, really this time. All the colors began to be sacrificed for simplicity and oneness until all that was left was black and white eating each other. The farther SV went, the closer SV could feel a presence SV began to commune with. It was nearing as well, coming closer. SV began to realize SV was becoming a part of this, lucidly controlling the fate of many as one. This thought, this analyzation cut SV's wings. This thought wasn't part of the oneness and made SV return.
However, don't despair. SV realizes there is much to learn, and hopes to see you and commune with you as well soon.
After a bit of nice powder was STBed, using a simple-man's sorta technique, it just sat there for a bit in a cute pill box. Two to be exact; one some sorta regal baby blue, the other opaque. Some of this was used to make some nice x-tals using some rubber cement remover, growing and persisting.
One night, while the cat was away the mice played. And the powder and x-tals could sit no longers. One volunteer, from a previous experience thought, 'It's kinda like salvia.'. The second volunteer thought it was a serious thing, but no more than an incredible and mentally fused light show would be. This was grossly understated.
Although the second volunteer's experience will be shown, the first's life was drastically altered.
Using music as a precursor earlier in the day, music seemed like a natural extension for travel. Mouse on the Keys seemed to talk to the second volunteer(SV) most, so Sezession was put on in order. Slowly, colors began to turn electric and plasmic and the life force that is always there and always was presented itself in form. Symbols from everywhere and everything began pulsing through the force as if it were the forces' blood; lions, stars, ampersands, eyes, arrows...all neatly compartmentalized and surprised yet happy to see the SV. Sound kept splitting, repeating, and traveling with a physical presence like a strong wind pushing you over. The music began to take over, and euphoric realizations were given through the sound, triggering what was already there. The body came to, and the mind as well...but changed. The SV knew this wasn't the best place to travel too. Something was calling, and something is still calling from a further distance.
After a rest, a return was needed. Hacking off a few songs from 'California', this order of audio set the ceremony; Ars Moriendi, Vanity Fair, California. The first volunteer, accidentally closed his eyes on his return trip...and once again a beautiful discovery was made unexpectedly. The First told the second, 'You have to do that.'. SV obliged, and when he did Mr. Bungle opened his id, and saw his egos crashing in an infinite space worth of memories, dreams, and emotions together. It was clear to the SV that something was still sort of blocking his travel. These things were incredible no doubt, but SV was being told to surpass oneself to travel. The beauty of the lights are blinding, and sometimes distracting. Again, beautiful places were seen, but not necessarily visited.
It had been a long night, and the SV actually contemplated waiting till tomorrow to finish the last of the 3 tickets to travel. SV's body was ragged, and an afternoon job interview (although laughable sincerity about going at this point) put rest at the top of the list of good actions. 4 AM... Even the first volunteer's last ride was just that, a short ride. It seemed like a 'have to' thing though to SV, like an obligation of a serious nature. As if saying 'I love you' sincerely. Knowing that some are more 'aware' than others, the tracks 7 through 10 were used from 'How I Got Over' by the Roots. It seemed these tracks were meant for something of a hyper nature anyways. Breathe in breathe out. Closed eyes. Grabbing at this point...eyes opened because SV saw something not normal. Blast of light from opening cornea to light, close again. Yes; still there. Although, trying to be camouflaged by the lights, shapes, and colors 'they' saw SV and 'they' knew SV saw 'them'. Who are 'they'...not sure, but it was as if SV was looking into a sorta double sided mirror and 'they' were wearing lab coats and were in a lab monitoring SV. The difference from the other trips was that 'they' were portrayed as real, not plasmic or animated or really cool to see but plain jane real. After SV and 'they' noticed each other and the 'OH SHIT' reaction was had by both sides, SV was brought into a waiting room. He was told, 'Since you saw you might as well come in.'. The waiting room began to materialize shortcomings and the things that others use to judge SV and all SV's otherselves; a partner's miscarriage, a divorce, lack of socio-econimics, temper...they began to bloom and grow and take form and take over the waiting room and envelope and smother SV.
'When I wake up, I look into the mirror, I can't see a clearer, vision, I ...' The trigger!
'That's fine.' Mentally yelled SV. And at that point SV began to rise. Traveling, really this time. All the colors began to be sacrificed for simplicity and oneness until all that was left was black and white eating each other. The farther SV went, the closer SV could feel a presence SV began to commune with. It was nearing as well, coming closer. SV began to realize SV was becoming a part of this, lucidly controlling the fate of many as one. This thought, this analyzation cut SV's wings. This thought wasn't part of the oneness and made SV return.
However, don't despair. SV realizes there is much to learn, and hopes to see you and commune with you as well soon.
