The Perennial Revelation

[drugo]

On an average day average Sophia was sitting down by the city river enjoying the predictable taste of miso soup. Ignoring the spoon she gently took the bowl to her lips smelling the misty salt and letting it steam across her face. Glancing through the mist to her soup she was surprised to see vague patterns emerging, swirling, coagulating and forming into neat shapes. As she relaxed her beliefs a tad further, the geometry fractalled into complex high-definition motion images of people talking, laughing, walking and going about their lives. The figures then shrunk down and the images of the soup zoomed out to broader and broader perspectives revealing millions of people interacting and connected like bacteria or swarms of micro-organisms. Without thinking and yet accompanied by the sneakiest of smiles she quickly gulped the rest of the soup down, warming her hungry stomach.

The day had come to an end as the first stars were hung in the sky. Gazing up Sophia suddenly felt the slight warmth in her stomach heating up. It got warmer and warmer and seemed to be filling her whole body when suddenly she was struck by an image invisible to everyone else yet blazing crystal clear right in front of her. The vision was luminous and incredibly detailed and by simply perceiving it Sophia could feel every minute detail as if her skin was watching it too. The complexity and the 'realness' of the vision overwhelmed her. She was strangely sure that she was witnessing the whole scale of life from the smallest of quantum quartz particles to cells, organisms, planets, galaxies and universes. Every detail was captured completely in an extremely dense epiphany that orchestrated all her senses in one harmonious realisation.

As she allowed herself to attune to the realities unfolding, suddenly the everyday world started to vapourise and she felt the borders of her body become porous and expand to the size of the universe and beyond opening her perception to the most beautiful of scenes light-years beyond all imagining.

The otherworldly realm gently vibrated with patterns that hummed so very finely, powered by an ineffable grace. Sophia turned to see a scroll facing her floating in mid-resonance. It was glowing with soft colours yellow, magenta and blue gently flickering the surroundings. She gazed upon the scroll. Red tilted words silhouetted by a glowing golden warmth began to write across the page emerging from nothing then fading back to nothing. The scroll read...

‘Dear human, welcome to the gates of knowing. First things first, I’ll give a brief outline of the cosmos and then you may play around, if you wish, and most people do wish to play a little ;) So, the reason why you humans all have micro-organisms and bacteria in your stomachs is not simply to help you live with your environments but it is based on the design of a much broader and older style of Cosmomachinery. The earth is in fact a kind of protein floating in the stomach of the giant cosmic god named Bobbita who generally spends her time residing in a variety of gardens including Eden, Yugas, and the controversial fields of McDangleberry land. Before incarnating to earth each human was originally living in the sweet realms of giant cosmic fruit waiting patiently to be eaten by the hungry gods. One day Bobbita munched a giant apple that was hosting your soul and thus ushered you down the Cosmic Thorax to your birthplace on earth.

However, as I’m sure you are now aware, there are ways to transcend Bobbita’s stomach-verse and venture out into the broader realms of cosmic life. Meditation, dance, music, poetry, contemplation, crises, pain, and a variety of other things can open the gates to the hyper-physiological realms of the cosmos. But our favourites, chosen so given their expediency and power, are the ever sacred psychoactive plants and chemicals. The neat balance of 5-meo-dmt and nn-dmt in Acacia Obtusifolia, for instance, regularly offers direct access to the veins and arteries of Bobbita’s blood system. Once in this strange realm, neophytes must quickly learn to navigate by modulating the triad of attitudes, emotions, and mental acuity that all become intimately blended together with the multi-sensual resonance zone of the Rainbow Blood Realm. Songs, sigils, and other symbolic orders can help to focus and direct the Substance of Intentionality and allow one to maneuver here. When the neophyte becomes sufficient in navigating the Ship of the Rainbow Rivers he or she can then venture through Bobbita’s body encountering numerous bizarre yet strangely familiar creatures along the way. While this type of exploration is full of absolute curiosity and wonder, most neophytes want to experience, if only once, the Rainbow Blood Terminal of the god-brain where it is possible to transcend the cosmic skull and be projected out as a thought into the God Realms.

Those who do not wish to travel these Rainbow Blood Realms and God thought-form Realms and prefer to enjoy the standard earth plane with all its beauty, terror, hope, irony, tenderness, misery, and wonder, there is nonetheless the cosmic journey of transphysiology to attend to at death. Whenever a human dies, the soul is quickly sucked down the Cosmic Colon where it enters a giant processing station named the Manure Heap of the Garden of Eden. From this station, souls are magnetized to the roots of trees where they are transported to the upper branches to reside in the sweet realms of fruit once again. And from here the souls must wait bathed in a sweet dodeca-sensual paradise while occasionally wondering which god will eat them and which world they will be consumed by.

Edited November 20, 2012 by drugo

[∂an]

mmm miso soup... perfect accompaniment to a thunderstorm. tasty thoughts.

revelatory messages in the form of books, scrolls, plaques and text in general seem strangely common in unintentional psychedelic journeys.

[etherealdrifter]

synbolism accompanies me in dreams of new unencountered symbols

i mean really, that's how i misinterpret drugo is talking about.

being sinful and that it all equates to never-ending story's that re-invent themselves continually is a solid , real way of life for many.

the beautiful butterfly will metamorphisize into a needy grub that will feed on your brain, shit it's knowledge for compost for your mind garden and then you'll get a shawarma,

and wait for the tram home

..........drugo, you beautiful smoking primate

[mutant]

meta-psychedelic spiritualism. i like it. easier for the stomach than str8 forward psychedelism [psychedelic theism]

in fact

take

one part psychedelic enthousiasm [or plain enthousiasm]

one part self-composition

remove any messiah complex

describe as if you were talking about a scientific religion or a religious science

= success

you did it better than many more b4 you