28. LIQUID MIRROR / CRYSTAL PYRAMID PORTAL

     Fantasy worlds or non-fiction? How to confirm? 
                                      How to return?

     Astral dream worlds offer intuitions beyond Birth and Death, into one's multiple pasts, presents, and futures. I had a habit of returning "Out of Body" to this particular place...in Space. Like a hysterical madwomen about to pee herself.......I'm face to face with The Most Beautiful Thing in Creation, a Wormhole, from the Glimmer World of Inter-dimensional Portal Fame. Basically, it's a Door......a Sentient Opening, undeniably Alive, and bursting with sub-atomic Energy (Notice I didn't use the term "Stargate" - this was the early Eighties, and Stargate (the movie) didn't come out until 1994 - I admit, the digitized effect they achieved for their round portal, is very....familiar!). Awed beyond belief by the Door's Palpable Presence, I freakishly want to, you know, co-experience full body immersion....(a bit of a portal slut)....It, however, has Other Plans (does not wish to comply, senses my discomposure, responds with Total Impenetrability). Like a formidable, Masterful Opponent one never sees coming, It repels me, tumbling through the aeons, back to my body in bed.
     

     Imagine a liquid-mirror-like waterfall, spraying mist and ozone, dazzling with iridescent silver / rainbow sparkles, completely mesmerizing. Ectoplasmic-electrostatic. When the mood strikes, It hardens to black obsidian glass / ice, proving Instantly-Resealable-Upon-Itself. Speak the magic words It deems to hear, and slip through (in theory) as easily as walking into a beam, or screen, of projected Light, or into a Shapeshifting Hologram (hmmm....not so easy). Appearing on Its threshold, I'd attempt commands, spells, squeaks, and yells, try flattery as a last resort....and reluctantly turn back, gaining no admittance, nor footing across ("Speak Friend and Enter"......not). Like tsunami apparitions, a recurring theme to which no explanation is ever offered or due.

     Suddenly, it's D-Day for flying dreams in the Ethereal. I'm being chased by a Great Army to the End of the World! The menu reads Apocalyptic Death, the Milky Way's a Spinning Vortex, blazing comets whiz-by-on-fire. Everything's breaking up and/or collapsing. In a fury of haste, I reach the Door, where I'm amazed to see a Blue Feather attached to my hand, point towards and touch the Glimmering. The wielding of the Mutant Wing parts the Veil, and I pass through in a twinkling, realizing the Feather is a Magic Wand / Extension of My Finger (and most vitally) - My Will, aligned with Perfect Timing (in the nick of). Cosmic Coincidence! Joy! Space cannibals will not feast on my ripped-out-heart for breakfast!

     The scene on the Other Side of the Door resembles the prophetic unwariness of the lamb lying down with the lion. Reigning Peace. People and animals of every color and hue of the rainbow, consort in idyllic luxury upon green fields spread with flowers. Validation of Jehovah's Promise! An Awake magazine cover! I ascend the steps of a shimmering, crystal pyramid......and the rest I am sworn to secrecy not to reveal. 
     Joking. It's a party inside the pyramid's capstone chamber, filled with smoke and incense so shamanically black and thick, I can barely breathe; on top of it, someone offers me a hit off a joint. I proceed to get the shakes, and wake up in shivering disgust. Is this a prescient (morbid) dream? a harkening of the time, years yet to come, when climbing

the Sacred Temple of the Jaguar (also known as Temple I, or Temple of Ah Cacao) in Tikal, Péten, Guatemala, I'd find the topmost, inner sanctum, spray-painted with graffiti and obscenely reeking of tourist piss? Did I time-travel in the astral, through past, present, and future synchronicities of a symbiotic black hole? Step aside, Door. "One Step Beyond!"1

    "...I define synchronicity as a psychically conditioned relativity   of space and time."    
                     -- Carl G. Jung

1 Madness, "One Step Beyond"