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Blue Mantis Registered: 05/28/04 Posts: 27,202 Loc: Iceland |
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THIS IS A CALL TO ALL DREAMERS. IT TELLS THE STORY OF A CONFRONTATION WITH WISDOM. THIS IS A CLARION CALL FOR ALL WHO WANDER AIMLESSLY IN THE CORRIDORS OF MIND.
Sound. An ocean of drumbeats. A black and receding silence. Slithering on the skin, cold, moist, beautiful. At this point there was no identity. Only lingering vapors in the air and in the mind. The source of all things was evident, a pulsing sphere of ever expanding light. The light was a thing perceivable by all five senses. If you had to name it, you would call it truth, beauty, joy surpassing. If you had to describe it you would call it penetrating, terrifying, uncompromising. Lashing at your soul with every watt of its multi-solar intensity, it battered the mind and twisted thoughts into countless incomprehensible shapes. The entity that was experiencing had been here before. The throbbing, penetrating other that touched him now was as familiar as a mother, yet as alien as a thing from distant stars. Its caress was like liquid nitrogen coursing through every nerve canal. It spoke in a voice and it spoke in silence. It spoke with whisping glyphs and images that appeared in the air and then vanished like smoke on the wind. Finally, there was a great opening, an inrushing, and Squid remembered himself, and he began to fill with knowledge like the sky fills with light at the days fresh dawning. Mandarin orange fractals assailed him with sublime music. The melody was beyond magnificent, it was dynastic, it rolled and crashed like empires, its soul was the soul of volcanoes, or ancient tectonic explosions, its heart was that of a poet, its eyes shone like stellar dust, it was luminous, it was agony and ecstasy incarnate. It was delirium. Then, out of the delirium, truth surfaced like radiant islands of magnesium arising out of an ancient and lifeless ocean. It said: "You are the author. You must ride your destiny like a worm; you must suppress it and release it like your semen. Reality is what you dream. Your dream is your power. Here, watch this..." The final word trailed off like a sonic note, like a soft slow echo in the mind. Suddenly a vision swirled out of the blackness, composed of thousands of fractals stacked one atop the other. His mind reeled, struggled momentarily, and then a comprehensible perception coalesced. Squid found himself standing on moss covered ground, surrounded by titanic pillars of living wood that coiled and spiraled up into a massive and cerebral canopy hundreds of feet below. Moss covered everything, And the air was alive with the cacophony and the symphony of throbbing, pulsating vitality. An infinity of organism dwelled in this place, and it was like a crawling rainbow of greens and browns and blacks. Squid filled his lungs and was invigorated by the thick, pungent smell of death and life. The ground was loamy, soft, fertile and saturated with creeping coiling vines and crawling with hordes of colorful insects. Suddenly Squid became aware of another sound, a human sound, mixing with the sonic ocean of life. It was a deep drumming, and it called to his soul, snagged his cerebral cortex like a fishhook. He followed the sound through weaving corridors of dense jungle. There was a mist in the air of clear water and of sap. He felt like he swam as much as walked. Everything was liquid and alive. At last he came to a veritable wall of shining, slick vegetation. With a low groan of joy squid writhed through the jade barrier like an oiled asp. He came through out of the rain into a cave that was dark, and warm, and dry. In the center of the cave was a small ring dark green stones, worn smooth. Set in the circle was a small pyramid of dry green herbs, and beside the fireplace was a large mound of dry vegetation. Guided by some invisible will, squid walked to the other side of the fireplace and sat down facing the circular entrance. outside a curtain of rain fell endlessly, making a rich and multi-textured music, complemented in Harmony by the Gail winds singing through the dense canopy of leaves. The drum beat came from here, but it had no source. It echoed in the small place briefly, then stopped. Out of the silence, a voice arose, as old as time, it desiccated and invigorated equally. It was terrifying, but it inspired absolute obedience and devotion. "this cave is yours. It is made of you, it arose from within you, and it is sustained by your imagination. This cave is your dream cave. The fire you strike in it is your soul fire. You must choose which fuels you feed it with, and how steadily you supply it with fuel. Light it now" Squid concentrated briefly and immediately the pyramid of dry kindling cackled into life. It shone with a vibrant green. Immediately, complex patterns of moving shadow appeared on all the walls of the cave Creating a hypnotizing and psychedelic tapestry of images that surrounded and entranced the fire keeper. "What you see now is Mahayana, it is your illusion, and it is your dream. You cast it out from yourself and then explore it. Feed it now from the red pile at your left." The entranced pupil reached out his right hand and grasped a dry branch covered in burgundy leaves. He cast it into the fire. Immediately his heart jumped, blood throbbed in his veins. The fire crackled, sparked high, and the shadows on the wall lost there organic fluidity, becoming catastrophic and sharp, jagged and flickering. Squid stared, wide eyes. A rainbow flashed before his eyes and strange music’s played in the corridors of his awareness. "Now feed the fire with another color of your own choosing" Gazing at the rainbow of dried herbs and foliage, the boy contemplated. At last he reached forth and grasped a dry chunk of sphagnum moss, rich green and textured. He laid it reverently in the fire. Immediately the shadows around him became beautiful and soothing again, the fire died down to a calmer level and burned more slowly. Squid gave a deep sigh of satisfaction, his muscles jelling smoothly, "Now you must leave this place. No always that the cave is always around you, indeed, you can not leave it. No matter where you are, you are the master of your soul fire, and how you tend it will determine what Dreams you perceive." Squid stood, dazed, and then spoke into the darkness "but isn’t there more to life then shadows on a wall?" his voice sounded strange in his ears, alien and musical. There was a deep and loaded silence. Then the voice spoke, shining with white mirth. "Oh yes, child. Oh yes" The whole scene disappeared into blackness. Squid felt like he was drifting downwards into a warm ocean of water. He thought confusedly that he should swim upwards, lest he drown, but the water was so warm and soothing, so beautiful. This must be what it was like in the womb, squid mused. At last he drew a breath, and found that the fluid darkness was breathable, although it was certainly not air. He relaxed utterly, and released every grasping thought, every muscle melted like steamed butter. He felt so supremely at home. Finally, an eternity later, he felt himself come softly to rest on a bed of the finest sand. After several more moments of tranquility, he gently sat up and looked around him He was sitting on an endless floor of white sand that stretched out for infinite distances in all directions. About him was an equally cyclopean ocean of utter darkness that somehow did nothing to limit sight He felt a moment of deep terror, a feeling of utter vulnerability and absolute insignificance came over him. He had nothing to hold on to, no allies, no capacities here. He was utterly alone. A sound rolled across the seabed then, slowly and with catastrophic power. Squid saw it before he heard it, for it kicked up a wave of sand before it as it came. it was a sonorous chanting, a deep throbbing like the bells of eternity. It was organic, it was pulsating, it throbbed and shook the bones, and it liquefied the mind and crushed the soul. And then he perceived its source. Moving through the infinite blackness was a thing of incomprehensible size. It represented every darkest nightmare that he had ever had every deep and unconscious fear, every clutching sense of loathing. His mind recoiled to look at it. It was a being of tentacles and teeth, of pulpy entrails and Bulging, staring eyes that looked deep into his soul and hungered to consume every drop of what it saw there. it was a thing alien and yet horribly familiar. It had dwelt for eternities in the stellar voids of space. it inhabited every uncharted ocean, and worst of all, squid knew with a horrible finality that it had been born and raised in his own soul. The thing opened a maw that could swallow planets, and within that gaping chasm Squid saw a city of screaming souls, half digested in a pallorous green slime. The thing was coming to eat him now, squid knew it was coming to take him to that city of endless undeath. He pissed himself then, and defecated into the ocean sea. He was naked and his mind was coming apart in terror. Then something changed. It was an infinite moment before squid could identify the change as a sound, a new song slowly rising in power to equal and match the horrible throbbing of the devouring leviathan. This song was different. It was like every symphony of men, like the celestial singing of angels, like the wisdom songs of whales, like the proud shriek of the soaring eagle, like wind blowing in the leaves. The terror in Squid’s bowels relaxed. The devouring leviathan was still coming, but suddenly, he didn’t care. All that mattered was that squid turn around and see the source of this new sound, for he knew that the Sound represented every good thing, it was liberation, it was beauty, it was the way! And with a monumental effort, he spun around in the void, and turned to see the approach of something that took his mind, Held it in the core of its own being. It made him an offer as he approached, and it was the sweetest suggestion, the most sublime possibility that it communicated. It was a thing indescribable, but if he was pressed Squid would have called it a jellyfish, glowing and pulsing organically and lit from within by a celestial luminescence. It was exactly the size of the planet earth, but it shone with the gentle light of the moon. It sang as it came, and it had the voice of a billion angels. Its movements were complex and contained unlimited information. In its very core shone a monad of pure intensity, and that intensity was love, and squid knew then that he would spend the rest of his life trying to submerge himself in that luminous jellyfish home. The thing came closer, and its song resolved into countless distinct voices speaking the purest wisdom. it said "you are loved. We are with you. We made you, and we made you perfectly. Do not be afraid. Do not ever be afraid, for you are in us, and nothing that is in us can ever be lost. We hold you within us, and yet you draw ever closer. We want to show you things. We want you to know why you are here, and what your purpose is. Are you willing to listen? Do you want to know? Please open to us, we miss you. We miss you terribly, and yet you have never left. Will you open to us?" the question hung in the air like an atomic butterfly. It was the only thing that mattered. Without hesitation, Squid threw open his arms and screamed: "YES! I need you! My need for you is like the hunger of nations, my desire for you is like the sum of all loves. You are my obsession, my cause and my creator. I will open to you! Fill me, abolish me! End me! Obliterate me so that only YOU remain!" And his words vibrated out into the blackness, so soft, so subtle, so utterly lost in the competing cacophonies of the devouring eel monster and the celestial jellyfish. Yet somehow, it was obvious that they were of catastrophic power. In a fleeting instant, something changed. The change was so subtle, yet its scale was absolutely soul shattering. Every inch of the everlasting cyclopean darkness was in an instant infused with the soft glowing light. The Throbbing, Hungering wail of the leviathan toned down, softened. It did not disappear, but it was submerged beneath the crystal light of the jellyfish song like a rotting crocodile submerged in liquid ice. The change outside was mirrored by a transformation within. Squid felt himself being torn apart. Horrible demons had appeared and were ripping his organs out of his body with horrible mandibles, with creeping tentacles and reaching hair covered spider fingers. They tore out his eyes and his tongue, they ripped out his testicles and ate them, they sucked off his penis and shredded it with jagged shark teeth. They sucked out his liver; they unwound his entrails and devoured them with an insane hunger. They feasted on his bowels and lastly they consumed his heart and brain. He became emptiness, a nothing. He died. His brain was destroyed and with it went his transient mind. Suddenly, a pinpoint of light appeared in a nameless void. After a moment, the light brightened and widened, and began taking geometric forms. A tapestry was woven in the soylent air, and designs became clear Designs of staggering intricacy, like subtle circuitry, like organic veins and arteries, like geometric graphs and maps of N-space. This tracery of light, this tapestry of information, was Squid's new mind. It gave rise to a transformed and ultra-lucid awareness. Everything this new mind perceived shone with unspeakable beauty and contained Streams of endless relevant data. The mind was fully operational, hyper cognitive and utterly psychedelic. With awareness of the mind came perception of the body, still a torn, ravaged, empty thing. Suddenly another being appeared in the roiling blueness. A being of pure light that coiled like a serpent and spoke like a joyful child. It held in its hands a shape of rainbow light, shimmering and shining gorgeously, Lovingly, like a mother laying her newborn to rest in its cradle, the being set the soft sack of light into the empty cavity left when the demons had devoured his heart. The body grew to embrace this new organ. Following this first being came a steady stream of visible information constructs, each of them holding another organ. Some organs were fashioned of gleaming and cunningly wrought gold, others were made of pure translucent glass or radiant and multifaceted diamonds. Others shone like solar fire or billowed like electrical storms. At last the last organ, the testicle, was laid in place and set with a loving touch to shining. Squid was remade. Where once was gross and fallible dross, now was a vehicle as radiant and immortal as the luminous light in the jellyfish heart. Squid rejoiced, he sang a song of spectacular hallelujahs. He knew now that his true journey could begin. His life before this transformation seemed now a fleeting dream, and like a dream it was receding rapidly from memory. But he felt no loss. Let the thoughts go. Let the obsessions go. Let all the vestiges of his old identity go. He knew they would only hinder him now, would only hold him back from his explorations in the endless caverns of crystal light. he was eager to begin. He set his lips to a prayer of praise and gratitude and set out, his foot falling on a stone of smooth alabaster. Before him a winding road of similar pavement stretched off into the horizon. Squid began to walk, and as he walked his prayer turned to song, and as he sang the song, it seemed to him that he was also hearing it for the first time, and he felt that the song held much wisdom, and so he wondered that it should come from his own mouth, for it seemed to him even as the celestial celebration of the jellyfish of light. and the song was not of words but only of sounds, and it was the language of the angels which is more variations of light then vibrations of sound. But translated, it could be read: "to be awake! alive! infused with the light of awareness! To set foot in endless gardens and to find them full of friends and friendly emptiness. To be liberated from questions, and in questions to be liberated! to transcend judgment and to perceive! oh to open the doors to everything, to drink in the panacea of eternity! to be forever alone and never uncared for, to be held in the heart of love and to be free as light is free, to be free from dieing and from age, to be free from fear! To be assured in the knowledge of immortality, to be the sourceless source of all perceptions! " The song went on, and it lilted and rolled like gentle waves on a windblown sea. Squid began to glow with a soft halo, and the twilight desert around him began to stir with color and vibration. Soon the empty wastes were alive with dance and with music. Out of every hole and cranny, from behind every rock and bush, small beings were crawling, leaping, twirling, laughing. Some were like mouse sized pandas, others like blue bubbles bouncing. Some had small bright eyes and others slithered blindly like slugs. All of them jiggled quivered and bobbed ceaselessly, and from them collectively emitted a great laughter and giggling, mirth as of children and infants. The creatures drew near, swarming about Squids feet, and then they began to climb, rising up his legs, creeping and crawling up his torso and at last worming there ways into his open mouth, there to squiggle gelatinously down his windpipe to rest in his stomach. As each being was so absorbed, a new and alien thought or image would play across the theater of his awareness. They were: A snake coiled on a jungle branch. A spider stung by a wasp, injected with a parasitic larvae. An intricate mandala drawn with colored sand. A stone floor scattered with tossed yarrow stalks. A still and candlelight image of the Buddha, fashioned of gold. Smoke coiling in an empty space. Then words came, and they were "Hope has the same source of music. Let all who wish to know the light first look to music, and embrace it, and draw it forth from within you, for the source of music is the same as the source of hope" "Dance every day. Let all your being be a dance. Let your whole life be a dance. Let him who wishes to know, learn first to dance unashamedly, for the source of dance is the same as the source of faith" "let him who wishes to see, see first himself. For in oneself one will find many doors, and behind each door, a different world. Until you see yourself with innocent eyes, you cannot see these doors, and still less Shall your perceive of the wonders behind them." And then squid spoke, for what seemed to him the first time, ever, and his new tongue, which was of silver, sent forth sounds like wind chimes and silver trumpets, and he said: "But how do I open the doors?" There was a loaded moment, a brief eternity, and then the answer came "Learn first the names of the doors, and then their keys. Watch this!" And suddenly a pillar shot forth in flame and fury from the cold sands in front of him, and squid shielded his eyes, for where once was emptiness now was a shining rod of gleaming rainbow light, a tower of dense Information. And focusing his mind, Squid was able to see within the rainbow rod a series of shining spheres, each of a different color and texture and on each was written a word. And they were GOD. FAITH. LOVE. POWER. SEXUALITY. DREAM. LANGUAGE. IMAGINATION. DELIRIUM. DEATH. LIFE. LOGOS. But really it seemed to squid that each had only a single character upon its face, utterly alien, yet shining with obvious meaning. The image faded then, the tower collapsing in on itself like a rotting mushroom accelerated unnaturally. But where it had stood still shone a lingering memory of unspeakable truth. Squid suddenly felt a deep tiredness come over him, and the soft, tranquil sound of waves lapping on a moonlit shore came to him. A gentle voice spoke in his ear and said "rest now, loved on, and dwell on what you have seen" And so the pilgrim child lay his head down upon the sand, and opened in his spirit the door marked "DREAM" *by church* Edited by Moonshoe (08/12/06 06:28 PM)
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Fading Slowly ![]() Registered: 06/13/04 Posts: 10,685 Loc: On the Border |
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Is Squid anything like Cthulhu?
-------------------- "A warrior is a hunter. He calculates everything. That's control. Once his calculations are over, he acts. He lets go. That's abandon. A warrior is not a leaf at the mercy of the wind. No one can push him; no one can make him do things against himself or against his better judgment. A warrior is tuned to survive, and he survives in the best of all possible fashions." ― Carlos Castaneda
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¡(Bound to·(O))be free! Registered: 09/11/04 Posts: 10,888 Loc: I re·side [prim Last seen: 10 months, 23 days |
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“At the hearth of our earth, we find you!” ~
“Find balance in having ‘no balance’, and you can dance…” - Unknown :p When a wake, ... wake up in a dream. Then the dream is realized, and awake; you are!
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Cuban Registered: 01/09/03 Posts: 19,274 Loc: Rabbit Hole |
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Is Squid anything like Cthulhu?
-------------------- Republican Values: 1) You can't get married to your spouse who is the same sex as you. 2) You can't have an abortion no matter how much you don't want a child. 3) You can't have a certain plant in your possession or you'll get locked up with a rapist and a murderer. 4) We need a smaller, less-intrusive government.
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Entheo Registered: 07/27/06 Posts: 34 Loc: Fruiting Chamber Last seen: 16 years, 2 months |
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Damn I love your stories... Keep up the extraordinary work.
-------------------- "We can only be what we give ourselves the power to be."
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--=..Did Adam and ...?=-- Registered: 04/30/03 Posts: 3,910 Loc: isle de la muerte Last seen: 24 days, 12 hours |
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That was well worth reading. Thanks for taking the time to write that here.
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nn dmt Registered: 03/12/04 Posts: 866 Last seen: 10 years, 11 months |
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Can you put that in laymans terms
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