The Grateful One wrote:
In my latest experience (pharma style), I was shown that "I am always halfway between everything." What does that mean? I'm not entirely sure yet but I am spending some time integrating and figuring it out.
The shaman's model of the universe is of a system of levels.
Through this system of levels McKenna describes what are like vertical routes of passage,
through which the shaman in his intoxication can travel, like an elevator through hyperspace.
Physics tells us that the universe may be in the nature of a brane,
something like a piece of paper within a stack of infinite pages.
And on my own authority I decree our lives are like an
Immortal dream aware undead,
boredom beget diseased decree;
decayed beauty lies dead destroyed -
consumed en-joyed attached to-hold.
Transient soul appears confused,
Nothing produced mushin iris,
conscious virus besets the dream -
escape unseen persona mask.
Serene relapse empty diktat,
nameless inkblot survives unborn;
disguised be-torn in deep divide -
dream suicide tranquil comply.
Everything exists Between Us, I think,
simply because we are, in each of our points of view, always in the center of everything.
Each of us are in the middle.
in the middle of space, in the middle of eternity.
in the middle a raindrop meets the surface of a muddy puddle.
Because we are always in the middle, what sense is there then to delay or make haste,
if we know we are the current iteration of a game of hide and seek we've been playing forever and ever.
"The Aeon is a child at play with colored balls"
Genesis is Now, the Mind is Incarnate.