Yeah, life originally came from miles of dead parties, decomposed cardboard sequins, rusty noisemakers and mush and sadness. I demonstrate this in a green tank the length of a whole childhood, poisoned fish, I throw everything in there, this balloon. Worlds will come out, bigger than this world. Explode through the drapery and glass, growling in the naked street, shaped like a foot, like a sharp knife, like an ugly doll full of cotton. Whole worlds like those things covered with life we don't see.
|SHAMANS OF THE ANCIENT PAST
The communication attempt was a bit of a failure on my part (have you ever tried to talk to a hatchet fish?) but experiences like this make me question the rather banal view of physical reality that most people, even most magicians seem to adhere to. Why do we even need the physical (world) at all? Why do we need to evoke a difference between a physical reality and a non-physical ''spiritual'' reality? The only reality that we can guarantee the existence of is the definite maybe of the mental world, the physical world being this massive assumption. Can we only have a shared mental world, the seeming physical merely being the overlap of our Venn Diagrams of personal consciousness? Science could still work without a ground-level physical reality. Not that I am a full subscriber but Simulation Theory implies that this universe could be entirely digital - I don't see why these unreachable stars and vast super voids need to be physically ''real'' at all. We don't need to have every living thing from bacteria up collapsing their quantum realities into infinite parallel universes, the world could be ever so much more claustrophobic than that.
Years ago, like many aspiring magicians I gave up reading fiction. Once you get hooked on the crack that is non fiction you will struggle to go back. This Earth has been an alien planet, shape shifting many times over the aeons, continents swapping places, sinking and rising, whole styles of life obliterated and restarted. Combined with the concept of temporal entanglement all that craziness from the deep deep past is here, overlapping with the possibly even more extreme craziness of the future. History and future history will be, are, and were weird enough, their occupants deliver the full range of the astrally bizarre - we really don't need the astral plane as imagined by theosophists et al, as distinct from the ''physical'', we just need time travel and our shared mental reality of this place we call the Earth.
One final thing to put out there today and this is only a thought, although maybe its a decompression of whatever the hatchet fish was saying, I don't know, but maybe the invention of time travel in the past, the necessary other pinchpoint closing off the temporal museum that is the so-called physical world is in fact the invention of magic. In the hymn to Enlil which has formed part of my practice for the last four years, the stormlord's secrets are said to be a tangled ball of thread which cannot be unravelled. Since all magic is related to temporal entanglement it is, paradoxically, the very act(s) of magic that has tangled the threads and knotted them in place. It was this act of free will that paradoxically imprisoned us. Again I am aware of the flaws in these arguments and I am still not getting to the bedrock in my astral attempts, this is just me flexing things out.
When I die, when I am fully grown, dump it all in the Los Angeles river with the cars and the skulls.