The idea for this escapade had been, well, basically, our stash from the last catwalk had long since run (out) bloody rivulets of psychosomatic delight, through purple veins and pumping valves to our hungry hearts, and as all Light eventually seeketh the wormhole of non-existence, thereby also goeth the stash. Jewels meant to melt ecstatic within spiral helixes of DNA cannot be kept for their shiny beauty alone. We plundered our treasures in consensual rituals of pure uninhibited camaraderie.
Space stations equipped, we needed not leave our darkened temples for days: bodies laying to rest like sarcophagi in ornate splendor, eyeballs leisurely reclining in embalmed molecular goo-goo, observing our silver-sheened veils of Light Being floating out into astral multi-verses, connecting shimmering, umbilical pulsations of Destiny to Fate, and vice versa.
Our cats stood-in as our faithful psychic guides, versatile agents existing in multi-dimensional worlds, simultaneously.....resisting temptations befitting temple guardians, Schrodinger's cat paradigms, and the fade-in, fade-out vampyrisms of Wonderland's Cheshire Cat (a guru from Krittika, the Pleiades, no doubt).
Returning to reality via an out-of-body journey involved a gentle, slow, re-hydrating process: imbibing draughts of lychee and guava nectar in tall cans with tiny straws, blinking eyelids suspending mutual disbelief while relating our strange encounters and travelogue dialogues.
We found we had experienced in common diverse permutations of the Knowledge of the Sun - Sol Invictus - the heretic's True God, and constant friend to the Re-integration of Thee Soul Artist - a worthy companion whose burning karma illuminates the show (it's in one's favor to know the Grand Master / Mistress of Illusions on a first name basis!).
Our re-awakenings were gloried and steadied by Its Undying Presence; regarding Its Penetrations of Light in Extension, shadow casts and molten streams, sunspot cycles, solar flares, black umbras and eclipses, projections of the Dark Side of the Moon and the Golden Dawn...why the Fiery Totality is solely worthy of Absolute Undefiled Worship, existing as both the Aim of Science and the Art of Religion, to which all Beings undergoing Planetary Osmosis will attest. Reason fortuitously to be Alive!....
Mainlining the Sun, however, was not the means to our end. We required highly refined elixirs of the poppy flower and the coca leaf, a lifetime supply of Soma, and a wish-fulfilling Genii in a bong.
Mainlining the Sun, however, was not the means to our end. We required highly refined elixirs of the poppy flower and the coca leaf, a lifetime supply of Soma, and a wish-fulfilling Genii in a bong.
Thanks to alchemists of the day, we possessed receptors ready to squeak harmoniously to synthesized versions of Nature, as we tweaked synthesizers, decoding magic squares into musical notation, for angelic invocation along the Way.
Pharmacies proved storage meccas for our religious votives, those auspicious tunnelings were to provide an experimental dream supply....alas, our luck, and the pure rarefied stuff soon ran out, forcing us to seek the odds of the street junkie's russian roulette. Bummer.
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