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Blue Mantis Registered: 05/28/04 Posts: 27,202 Loc: Iceland |
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LESSONS FOR DREAMERS ABOUT MARTIAL ARTS, THE MEANING OF SEX, TRIPPING ON MUSHROOMS AND DEALING WITH SASQUATCH
Squid found himself about four feet in front of an enormous gate of polished and sturdy mahogany. The doors smelled somehow of youthfulness. Looking up, Squid was staggered to see that the gate was attached to the front of a castle of quite fantastic size, formed of massive stones of smooth granite; the castle looked big enough to withstand a siege of titans. Banners and flags fluttered on its gleaming ramparts, and from its center rose a single, smooth tower of shining ivory, at the summit of which shone a radiant and eternal fire that was visible even in the day, as the sun is. Looking behind him, squid saw a long road leading across an empty field of grass that stretched as far as the eye can see. Without much hesitation, he rapped loudly on the gates, one, two, three. After a moment there was a sound, a quivering moan like a girl receiving felatio, and the door melted away like wax, pooling and flowing over Squid’s bare feet. He strode through it into the chamber beyond. Here was a hexagonal rotunda. On each wall was set a single stain glass window, lit by some artificial means from behind. The images they depicted were obviously theistic in origin but they were alien to Squids well edified mind. He strode confidently forward and was not in the least surprised to be greeted by a large, squat frog about the size of a bull terrier. Its "greeting" consisted of a long, drawn out gaseous emission from its backside that filled the room with a stink of vaporizing metals. Squid became aware by degrees of a staircase that was surreptitiously manifesting itself in the air above him. It froze when he looked at it, but he could see it self assembling out of the corner of his eye the moment he looked away. There was an oppressive silence here, and a stink of too much holiness. With light step, Squid leapt onto the last forming step of the ethereal ladder and ran up to the next floor before it could dematerialize and spill him. He found himself facing now a long tunnel of overpowering brownness. It had a vibration that reminded him of bloodless autocrats and numerous petty power trippers, bus drivers, security guards, high school principals. Nevertheless he strode confidently down it past portraits of inconceivably drabness. Finally he was faced with a rectangular door or a faded and bleached wood. He grasped its brass knob and turned, stepping into a shocking pleasant space beyond. His first impression was of green and growing things, of potted ferns and flowers, of climbing vines. His next sensation was of a fresh breeze emitting from two open windows. Next he gave his attention to a raven haired girl of shocking beauty standing behind an elegant desk carved with spiral and fractal motifs. Set on the desk was a small Zen sand garden carefully traced into concentric circles. The girl spoke, her voice like mocha coffee, her perfectly shaped pink lips framing carefully enunciated words to the effect of "hello. Can I help you with anything?" Squid blurted "yes! Absolutely... but what is it that goes on here?" The girl laughed a laugh like a rainforest waterfall. Her eyes shone with green light and her dress changed from dark jade to bright lime. "Well... pretty much anything" she replied "Which is to say, whatever you want. See, this castle is very special. It was just founded this morning, and Magesterium Heart presided. We are the information desk; we answer questions and perform... services" The emphasis put on the last word caused Squids dick to harden. He struggled to think of a question. Just then his eyes fixed on a small, inconspicuous plaque set on the far wall. He read the words aloud as he read them: "what is the purpose of sex?" he laughed, embarrassed. the girl laughed to, but it was a friendly laugh that spoke of patience. "Well, ill try to handle that one. Sex, like all expressions of physical being, is essentially just a manifestation of a particular kind of thought. What kind of sex you have depends entirely on what thought motivates the sex. Sex motivated by anger is angry sex, and the vibrations this causes in the galactic reverberation are those of a violent act and not of a sensual one. Conversely, when sex occurs between to loving equals, a great deal of benevolent energy is released into the real-sphere. Ultimately, the goal of sex is the same as the goal of spirituality and of drugs: eradication of the self. At the moment of orgasm, the cosmic egg is cracked and a great deal of relevant weirdness can set it. Hypnologic hallucinations may be perceived, and these of course carry a great deal of Logos flavor. Does that answer your question?" Squid blinked, unsure what his original question had been, aware only of the increasing sense of lust burning in his being. Finally he managed "so... can i have sex with you?" The words sounded stupid, laughable, and inappropriate in his ears. He flinched as if expecting to be slapped. His rising lust was crushed by fear of imminent rejection. He actually closed his eyes for a moment to shield him from her inevitable mocking grin. He opened his eyes again, jolted by a strange tickling sensation on his face. The girl was suddenly holding a long white peacock feather, with which she was sensuously stroking his face and neck. Somehow she had changed into a very revealing bikini outfit. Her body was that of an angel, her features suddenly distinctly oriental. The features of the room changed. The walls dissolved and they found themselves outside, in a place of craggy rocks and wide calm lakes. There was the sound of a waterfall. Fearlessly, Squid stepped forward and took hold of the girl, who embraced him warmly. He felt his borders merge into hers, her warmth suffusing his being, and it seemed to him that she was somehow radiating elemental acceptance and love. She affirmed every part of his being, and her touch erased old guilt’s and jealousies. She attended to his every spiritual need by means of the physical, by bringing him expertly to orgasm; she released him from his fears and destroyed his mind. There was a ringing, a vibrating as proceeds and out of body experience, like being struck on the head with a soft gong. For a moment, Squid had no identity, no placement in time and space. he disappeared momentarily into the N-space that is always just on the other side of everything. When he returned, he was lying on his back on wet sand. He stood and found himself alone on a dark beach. Looking out over the lake, he was chilled by a feeling of coldness and emptiness, and of menace lurking beneath the dark waves. The sickle moon seemed a ghoul and graveyard thing. Turning inland, he became aware of a deep and mysterious forest, boreal and tangled. It was silent save the occasional distant howl of hoot of owl. Hesitantly, fearfully, Squid set off into the forest, picking his way through the tangle. As he moved deeper, he felt his consciousness dissipating, struggled to keep himself coherent. The only light shone from a soft luminescent moss that coated the trees. The undergrowth was a mixture of moist fern and fungus, and mushrooms of all colors and shapes sprouted from every decaying surface. Squid stopped, his memory tickled. Somehow, he knew that mushrooms were important. He felt that they had meant something special to him in the time before ... he shook his head , confused. Crouching, he selected a thumb sized mushroom of deep purple and plucked it gently. He put it in his mouth. He chewed. He swallowed. The taste was sickening but seductive. It sat uneasily in his stomach. Squid lost himself in watching the leaves flutter in the wind, the slender willows swaying this way and that. After a period, he began to feel strange... things became.... shmoopy, they wavered. He yawned, again and again, long slug yawns that morphed him. He became indescribably fatigued. He found himself forced down to the very threshold of consciousness. He became almost asleep. Then, after a period of time, he woke again. Everything was charged with an unreal quality, things moved, and they also morphed, rippled, puddled, flowed one into the other. Coils of visual information twined in the empty air and subtle patterns shaped on the surfaces of everything. Gradually, Squid became aware of a presence alien to himself, an ancient presence full of terrifying wisdom. THe presence spoke telepathically and conveyed its meaning directly, without the usual linguistic restructuring. Its messages were many, they came fast and hard, but through his participation they were dissolved, one after the other. First he found himself confronted by a kaleidoscope of visceral, ripping tissues, squirting fluids, blood, crying faces, and ravaged orifices. Squid struggled to suppress his fear and revulsion. The Mushroom spoke to him, explaining the visions. "You are now submerged in your own most carnal and violent fantasies. This is the mental space created by your every rage filled sexual thought and act. Be in this space now; do not close yourself from it. Only when you have experienced it honestly, acknowledged it and acknowledged that it is your creation, can we continue on" Squid struggled. Mentally, we writhed, trying futilely to avoid the horrible spectacle that loomed vast and monolithic in his awareness. How could he claim ownership of THIS? It was revolting. To accept it as his own would deny every image he had of himself. How could a kind person, a loving person, a gentle person, contain so much gruesomeness, so much rape, so much murder? But by degrees the voice of the mushroom soothed and guided his mind. He opened himself timidly to this experience, felt it flow into himself. There was an immediate sensation of relief. Somehow he felt like a mother comforting her child. He began to speak affirmations "good thing. Beautiful thing. It’s ok. Come home. It’s ok. I love you" as these thoughts sunk into the writhing mass of limbs and organs, it began to change. IT continued to seem as if composed of writhing bodies, but there movements were less frantic now, less angry. There was still fluid spurting, but it was sexual fluid and sweat and saliva, not blood. The groans of pain and grunts of rage changed by degrees into moans of pleasure and whispered statements of love. The give and take of each individual image became more balanced, more rhythmic, less harsh, less sharp, and less angry. The barriers between the orgiastic participants merged and blended. Before long all that remained of the scene was a large, smooth, flesh colored sphere that radiated perfect love and sensuous satisfaction. Suddenly, squid felt a warm, invigorating sensation in his own sacrum, his genital area. It was a feeling of wholeness, of opening, of cleansing and of relief. The mushroom voice returned. "Good. You have begun to resolve your sexual conflicts. Now sit with the images that come to you and we will continue our journey" Two distinct beings formed in the air above squids now prone body. They were mantis like things, with qualities of shrimp. They were invisible but perceivable, present but faint. They extended feelers of pure color and information and with them they began to smooth squids spiritual being, flattening his mountains and elevating his crevices. They made him smooth; there touch was like a warm iron, he felt like a pressed shirt. It felt good. It was hard not to tighten and tense at this alien intrusion, but the shroom voice reminded him again and again to relax. Finally this smoothing process came to an end. Squid looked around. For a moment everything seemed normal. He was in a room, lying on a bed. It was his bedroom, he knew, although he had never seen it before. Suddenly the white door opposite him burst open and in tumbled a mess of noisy boys, friends from his childhood. "Come on, squid, were going for a ride!" The kids would brook no dispute. They took him and carried him down to a waiting van. One boy, named Jordan, got in the front seat and began driving recklessly, swerving all over the road while shouting nonsense "Were going to hooters! 25 cent wings! They’ve got the SUPERBOWL on super bowl wings, guns and hot women man that’s the ticket. Maybe after well check out a monster truck rally" Jordan’s near identical brother Justin had gotten into the back seat directly behind Squid. He was whispering weird sounds into squid’s ears, moving from one side to the other. The overall effect was total disorientation. Finally Squid managed: "hey man! I’m on shrooms. I don’t want to go to hooters! Take me to.... Sasquatch village!" Jordan turned around to look at Squid incredulously "sure man, sure. Well go to Sasquatch village, and well hunt the skunk ape. How’s that sound?" Squid smiled, relieved. "Sounds perfect!" They arrived in a forested park some time later. Stepping out of the car, Squid jiggled his limbs joyously, loving the feeling of movement after a long and cramped car ride. Everything was so fresh here, so clean! he always loved coming to visit sasquatch village. He peered around at the orange and yellow trees and the thick groundcover of autumn leaves. He knew the Sasquatch would be here somewhere, but it was always a hunt to find him. Shrugging, Squid drew a small metal pipe from his pocket and inhaled a long, slow hit. Warmth surged into his brainstem as his dopamine receptor sites joined with the cannibinoid molecules in neuro-chemical coitus. Jordan came up behind him, slapping him on the shoulder. Justin appeared on his opposite side. "hey man, pass that shit man, lets get fungled man, lets get lit and jump off a roof!" Justin ran back to the van, returned holding a small skin covered drum. "Let the spirit wolf take you away" he howled mockingly "let the spirit wolf take you away!" Meanwhile Jordan exhaled a huge cloud of smoke and began a horrendous attempt at freestyle rap. Squid felt stressed. Too much noise, too many Budges. He wandered off aimlessly into the trees. Jordan and Justin smiled knowingly behind him and disappeared like swallowed water. The leaves crunched beneath his feet as he pressed on, eyes sharp and open for any sign of Sasquatch. After an hour he began to get bored. After two, when the sun began to set and the shadows in the forest lengthen, he became afraid. At the end of the tearful third hour, squid felt a massive paw slap him on one shoulder. Spinning, he shouted a gleeful shout: "Sasquatch!" He embraced the enormous white furred mound lovingly, and they held the hug for several minutes, both sobbing like long separated lovers, clutching each other with total abandon. Finally they separated. As usual the Sasquatch wore a large black top hat that shone like an inkwell, and his whole mass was covered in foot long white shag. His round black eyes shone with laughter. He had no mouth. The Sasquatch began to speak. It’s words echoed from all directions at once, and did not originate from any physical source. It said "martial arts are the ideal way to train your energy body for handling all variations of energy flow. By developing your own potential for martial arts, you uncover previously unknown schemata of self. You grow, organically and geometrically. In a single freestyle session, you can unlock more internally hidden information then in several hours of reading. Try fighting to music, let the music direct your lesson and your study. Practice animal styles. Your style is the mantis, and you have an affinity with bear. Work with these allies, and cultivate new ones. Train your balance first, for it is the foundation of all your skill, and without it you are like the statue with the feet of clay. Now, let us fight!" Without further warning the Sasquatch flew at me, throwing a hail of massive and powerful blows with all four of its trunk like limbs. It was simian in shape and could hold itself up on a single arm or leg and strike with the three remaining limbs simultaneously. I had exhausted every defensive trick i knew within the first moments of combat and was beginning to despair. Suddenly laughter boiled up inside me and i channeled it into an electric leap, flying forwards with a rush of wind i slammed a knee into the Yeti's chest with the sound of a sledgehammer smashing iron. The painful reverberations shot up my arm and into my brain, but the yeti fell backwards with a "whoop" noise. It fell on its back in the leaves and let out a loud sigh. Then it began to dissolve, its edges merging, until all that remained was a pile of autumn leaves. I grinned, exhilarated. I decided I had had enough of Sasquatch village, and so, with a sensation like a whale breaching then smashing down into the surf, I awoke. Edited by Moonshoe (08/12/06 06:28 PM)
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There's no oneho ![]() Registered: 07/22/06 Posts: 640 Last seen: 17 years, 4 months |
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That was an incredible read!
I liked your description of one of the mushroom healing mechanisms. It almost makes me want to go journey with the sacred teacher again.
-------------------- "Now that the principalities and the powers stockpile weapons of mass destruction, contaminate the earth with their feverish industry, release floods of images to trigger insatiable desires, treat animals and humans as commodities and functions of a market, the devil must be grinning from ear to ear."
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train driver pervading a desktop Registered: 08/20/04 Posts: 31,859 Loc: Uranus |
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Wow, that's wild man. Sounds like one of those experiences you only get every now and then. I wish I could have similar experiences on mushrooms...but IME there is no teacher to guide me; Iget lost in it all, and the negativity mushrooms (no pun intended).
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