Tiny yellow white crystals tumbled onto the ceramic filter on top of the Glass Vapour Genie. The thick white vapour billowed inside its smooth curved chamber as he slowly but steadily inhaled through the mouthpiece. As the vapour cleared the rig and travelled into lungs an all too familiar taste, smell and sensory expression began to saturate mind, body and being. The GVG was placed on the table next to him as he laid back slowly on the sofa. This one feels different, he thought, perhaps this will be the one, where Kansas go bye bye, for good.
It has been an interesting experience to live as a human being for a while to say the least, but perhaps some rest, some true rest, is what is in the cards for now. He remembered the hundreds of times previously inhaling this ineffable, strange and mysterious, magical and beckoning powder. He remembered how at first, years ago, it had started with burning curiosity and a feeling of limitless wonder and amazement. Those were the days where he still believed he was a human being, living on a round ball, flying through something called space, and that a physical brain in a physical world was the source of consciousness, not the other way around, (consciousness being the source of the human being he seemed to find himself experiencing through, of his physical brain, of the physical world, of everything imaginable in seeming existence).
What a strange and beautiful trip this has been he thought, the human experience. Not without trials and tribulations. Yet beautiful indeed. The vapour plumed out in the dimly lit room as he exhaled. The last thing he saw as he closed his eyes was a blood-red sun setting over the horizon in the distance on the other side of a window pane. The world behind his eyelids was now morphing fast, within a few seconds the perception of his physical body and senses were fading fast, changing into something .. else, something ancient, something profoundly intrinsic, so foreign yet so familiar. Even after hundreds of times of previously inhaling the vapour, the experience never was something to take lightly. It would feel as if “you” were dying, and you had to accept this fact in order to “pass through” to … (ineffable). The deeper the surrender, the more vast and profound the release. Layer after layer of worlds, dimensions, and bottomless labyrinths, beckoned to be given attention. The limitless multitude of morphing geometric patterns and myriads of indescribable colors, worlds and infinite wonders that may be accessed and explored did not seem intriguing, any more. He wanted peace, true rest, release from it all, return to the source of all things. Return to Nothing.
It has been an interesting experience to live as a human being for a while to say the least, but perhaps some rest, some true rest, is what is in the cards for now. He remembered the hundreds of times previously inhaling this ineffable, strange and mysterious, magical and beckoning powder. He remembered how at first, years ago, it had started with burning curiosity and a feeling of limitless wonder and amazement. Those were the days where he still believed he was a human being, living on a round ball, flying through something called space, and that a physical brain in a physical world was the source of consciousness, not the other way around, (consciousness being the source of the human being he seemed to find himself experiencing through, of his physical brain, of the physical world, of everything imaginable in seeming existence).
What a strange and beautiful trip this has been he thought, the human experience. Not without trials and tribulations. Yet beautiful indeed. The vapour plumed out in the dimly lit room as he exhaled. The last thing he saw as he closed his eyes was a blood-red sun setting over the horizon in the distance on the other side of a window pane. The world behind his eyelids was now morphing fast, within a few seconds the perception of his physical body and senses were fading fast, changing into something .. else, something ancient, something profoundly intrinsic, so foreign yet so familiar. Even after hundreds of times of previously inhaling the vapour, the experience never was something to take lightly. It would feel as if “you” were dying, and you had to accept this fact in order to “pass through” to … (ineffable). The deeper the surrender, the more vast and profound the release. Layer after layer of worlds, dimensions, and bottomless labyrinths, beckoned to be given attention. The limitless multitude of morphing geometric patterns and myriads of indescribable colors, worlds and infinite wonders that may be accessed and explored did not seem intriguing, any more. He wanted peace, true rest, release from it all, return to the source of all things. Return to Nothing.
