Sunday, August 12, 2012

Our Dead End Street is Pressed Against Uncollapsed Worlds



I received a frantic phone call from a friend who lives in my apartment complex. He resides in the basement studio, which is somewhat larger than a shoebox. He calls it his man cave, but it looks more like a bomb shelter. When I arrived, he was sitting on a foam pad in front of his 40 inch TV home entertainment center. All sorts of cords and wires were radiating from the back of his rig onto a surge protector. I walked up to his only window and looked outside. I had to tilt my eyes upward, as my head was almost at ground level. I turned around toward my friend who now seemed more relaxed. He looked up at me and said,
“I might sound crazy, but our dead end street is pressed against uncollapsed worlds.”


My first question was, “Are you stoned? I thought you were off weed.”
He answered, “I smoked some 20x.”
“Salvia?”
“Yeah. One very good hit. Could you get me a Coke from the fridge?”
I walked over to the kitchenette and grabbed a couple of sodas. After handing him one, I sat down on the floor and asked, “What the fuck do you mean, uncollapsed worlds?”
He took a sip of soda and replied, “I’ll get to that, but first I need to start from the beginning.”


A smile then came over his face, and he snuggled his back against the wall. “You know how the feeling hits you sometimes, the feeling that says the time is now right to smoke some salvia? Well, this morning the feeling hit me, and so I emptied some 20x into my bowl. I had absolutely no idea what to expect. My mind was totally open, totally empty. I was a bit nervous so I decided to turn on my Christmas lights.”
The lights were still on, a long line of multicolored LEDs snaking across one wall of the underground studio.


My friend continued. “I was standing by my kitchen counter when I took the hit. After a couple of seconds, I noticed the Christmas lights reflecting off the counter. Each individual light seemed to transform into a little cartoon image. Soon there were dozens of dancing cartoon cells slowly disappearing into my countertop. I looked around and saw that everything was composed of these cartoon cells. They were like tiny bacteria taking over the structure of everything in my apartment. I suddenly realized that I was tripping hard, so I made my way over to my meditation pad. This is where everything started to get weird”


Holding the soda in his hand, he continued the story.
"I sat down and immediately forgot who I was. My body seemed to spread out like paste. It was like I was smeared along the inside of a balloon. I was tranquillized. I couldn’t move any of my muscles. My mind refused to think. All I could do was go along for the ride. It felt like my inner being was the needle inside the groove of a record. Liquid wax was streaming pass me creating a salvia tunnel of animated objects embedded onto its waxy surface. Everything became very, very familiar. This new cartoon groove world was the real world, and my old body-world was a thing of the distant past. The key to the familiarity was the matter-of-factness of salvia reality. Of course it was the real world. Its realness was so strong that there was no reason to place its strangeness into my brain’s memory bank. Every now and then I would get glimpses of realities spinning past me in alternate grooves. People were exiting the grooves of adjacent salvia worlds and streaming into my mind. They had been living in their own neighborhoods -- groove neighborhoods -- uncollapsed worlds -- potential worlds erupting into and out of my mind.”


My friend wiped beads of sweat off his forehead before reaching for the TV remote. He looked apprehensively at me and asked, “You don’t think I'm crazy, do you?”
While pondering a reply to his question, I began to hear music coming from his TV. It was from a Looney Tunes cartoon. I walked over to the window and stared out at our neighbors participating in their morning rituals. As I watched a man patiently wait for his crouching dog to take a shit, I said softly, “I wonder if our neighborhood is the real Looney Tunes animation playing out.” I turned my head in the direction of my friend to see his response, but he hadn’t heard me. He was too involved with the pictures flickering on his wide-screen.


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Years ago, humans believed that the world was flat, that the earth was the center of the universe. Since then, we have discovered that the universe is composed of billions of galaxies each with billions of stars. Reality seems to be getting more and more strange. Are we at the end of this strangeness? Currently, the popular belief is that there is only one human existence operating in space/time. Salvia users report seeing other worlds containing other beings. Do these beings have any objective existence, or are they merely processing out of our individual minds, like dreams?

I believe that these salvia worlds might be alternative universes collapsing and uncollapsing all around us. Maybe our universe isn’t the only universe. Maybe your individual neighborhood is actually pressed against potential, alternate, human containing neighborhoods that flicker on and off throughout the quantum universe.
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