Aliendreamtime

So, that was like an introduction.

Now for some preaching to the choir on the subject of how come it is that the further in you go, the bigger it gets.

I remember the very, very first time I smoked DMT.

It was sort of a benchmark, you might say.

And I remember that this friend of mine who always got there first visited me with this little glass pipe.

And this...

This stuff which looked like orange mothballs.

And since I was a graduate of Dr. Hoffman's, I figured there were no surprises.

So the only question I asked was, how long does it last?

And he said, about five minutes.

So I did it, and there was something like a flower, like a chrysanthemum in orange and yellow that was sort of spinning, spinning.

It was like I was pushed from behind.

And I fell through the chrysanthemum into another place that didn't seem like a state of mind.

It seemed like another place.

And what was going on in this place, aside from the tastefully softened indirect lighting,

and the chrysanthemum,

and the crawling geometric hallucinations along the domed walls,

what was happening was that there were a lot of beings in there.

A lot of what I call self-transforming machine elves.

Sort of like jeweled basketball.

All dribbling their way toward me.

And if they'd had faces, they'd have been grinning, but they didn't have faces.

And they assured me that they loved me.

And they told me not to be amazed.

Not to give way to astonishment.

And so I watched them, even though I wondered if maybe I hadn't really done it this time.

And what they were doing was they were making objects come into existence by singing them into existence.

Objects which looked like...

Like Fabergé eggs from Mars morphing themselves with Mandaean alphabetical structures.

They looked like the concrescence of linguistic intentionality put through a kind of hyperdimensional transform into three-dimensional space.

And these little machines...

...offered themselves to me.

And I realized when I looked at them that...

if I could bring just one of these little trinkets back, nothing would ever be quite the same again.

And I wondered,

...where am I?

...and what is?

And what is?

going on and it occurred to me that these must be holographic viral

projections from an autonomous continuum that was somehow intersecting my own and

then I thought a more elegant explanation would be to take it at face

value and realize that I had broken into an ecology of souls that somehow I was

getting a peep over the other side somehow I was finding out that thing

that you cheerfully assume you can't

find out but it felt like I was finding out and it felt and then I can't remember

what it felt like because the little self transforming tights interrupted me

and said don't think about it don't think about who we are think about doing

what we're doing

do it do it now do it