Sunday, December 16, 2012

The Entire Stack of Worlds are but One Master World

(18x - one hit)

What the Fuck???
I remember going to a place that’s off limits to Earth people.
It’s not so much a singular place. It’s more an acknowledgement of a System. Is it possible that we all see the System at some point while tripping, and it’s washed clean when we come down?

So what IS this System?

It’s related to parallel worlds, but it’s more complex. The whole parallel worlds phenomenon is a shadow of something even more fascinating and disturbing.

Here’s a visual way of describing it:

Imagine standing in front of a giant aluminum screen, say eight feet high and twenty feet across. Paint a 2.2 dimensional world on that screen: a Technicolor world “IN PROGRESS”.

Now imagine another somewhat identical aluminum world behind it, also containing a Technicolor world in progress. Keep going: more and more compressed, adjacent worlds all in progress - all packed together. Hundreds of them, thousands of them, 10^500 of them.

Here’s the thing: you are in each and every one of those worlds as they “UNSTACK” from a far distant endpoint in salviaspace. As each world unstacks, you are there; your body, your mind, squeezed tightly inside everyone of those pliable, aluminum screen worlds.

As you rapidly pass through each of those membrane-like screens, you are CONVINCED that every one of those livable world-screens is TRUE REALITY. Your brain’s short term memory is nonexistent; and as each True World passes by containing people gibbering at you, it is immediately forgotten, only to be replaced by another, almost identical True World.

Look! Here comes one. A 2.2D world. And connected to it are sectional, almost identical worlds containing almost identical scenarios. See? Those women scurrying around in their red brick homes circa 1962. They're all busy preparing lunch before suddenly realizing the existence of an intruder. YOU!! You're eavesdropping on their salvia world. The hyper-women drop what they're doing, and then begin scolding you for breaching the 4th Wall. They're telling you to leave, and you already are as your retinas scan the rotating sandwich slices of red brick homes retreating back into the center of your visual cortex.

You are not just a conscious passersby remotely viewing this in quiet comfort as it is unfolding. You are EXISTENTIALLY there, physically and emotionally there, feeling the roller-coaster process through each 2.2D world as it all rolodexes through hyperspace.

You are wiped out by the experience. Sweat is poring out of your pores. (I won’t bother telling you what was happening in my chest during all this. Believe me, you don’t want to know).

So it’s not just about a conceptual understanding of parallel worlds. It is existential and ontological. It is experienced by your whole being.

And what does it all mean? Hell if I know. But fundamentally, at the center of our existence, there is something very weird happening. Our shared, physical world might be but a snapshot within a wide, expansive continuum of separate yet inseparable worlds.
Indeed - an infinite number of Earth-world templates awaiting our discovery.


My best conceptual understanding of the Master World is that it's an onion-like, extremely massive, gravitationally contracting, hyperdimesional structure that attracts parallel worlds onto its surface. These parallel worlds all seem to be Earth-mimicking in nature. They contain human scenarios in progress: 3d scenarios collapsing into 2.2D, semitransparent, curved sheets. These individual sheets stream onto the Master World as a continual, layering process of enfoldment.

The salvia beings allowed me to see their Master World, but they would only allow me to enter as a dead man (not just talking ego death). I did not have the internal courage to accept my immediate and permanent death.