"The human imagination may be a hive mind dissipating ideas into lower dimensions. This dissipation causing somehow more dimensions to form in their wake."
W e darted and weaved into the jungle like the car we were driving was destiny. It all rose in a steady crescendo, and got confusing just before it was made all clear. My sister, being ever the embodiment of the male spirit, kept asking me...
"where are we going"
and
"are u sure were going the right way?"
"Yes....Ive been here before. Everything is fine."
We took one of the main veins called Bowery towards the center of Manhattan Island. We passed cultures both western and eastern right next to the each other. China town, brimming on the same ground as a corner bodega store. It was beautiful.
...Since we had arrived in fog, from the singularity, there was a growing suspicion that something wasn't right. But somehow, as long as I believed in myself, this suspicious chaos lurked in. Now we we were cascading up through the vistas of light and landscapes of dark structures. I was, as I've always been, a dreamer. My mind couldn't help but ponder the implications of such ridiculous things as 10 people all in a row running on separate treadmills with food from every known culture listed suspiciously underneath.
later on that night, i would muse endlessly about how we found ourselves caught in a drain. we were lost in the jungle wandering aimlessly. But it was not aimlessly. We kept asking strangers for directions.
The first guy we asked was a Hindu man. a taxi driver.
"tattte lefffb und clossslin" he semeed to say.
we
FINALLY
got to the
SHOW.
It was there, the place in which I kept transcending realities, making paradoxical new ones right on top of old ones. they were all dancing and sliding on their own.
I experienced the human hive mind.
They all had a single eye ball at the center of a triangle that was wrapped in on itself. I was still in my body to an extent, in the fact that i was still using it. But the hive mind literally had me traveling through hyperspace in a way that words could never paint a picture for you to consume.
I remember that i could feel and anticipate every wave as it came and went. Things kept contradicting themselves, nothing and everything made sense at one. the nothing aspect, causing me to ponder. Then everything, a knowing. an "uhhh DUH" moment. the archetype of "no, shit, HAHAHA" kept popping in my mind. As if i was constantly reaffirming these revelations to my hive mind, which already knew.
I could feel the hive swarming. I could feel it from when we first got on line. I had just taken the catalyst about 10 minutes ago, in a ritualistic fashion. I took down my hearty dose in one fell swoop, and alas, i chugged it down with the fruit juice of life. the body and the blood. truly it was....but as i would later come to realize "TRULY, it wasn't"
So to get back into the linear mode of thought, we oscillated slowly in a very low energy frequency. It was the calm before the storm.
We initially squatted and fettered back to our cultural walls. The people around us humming with some alien chit chat of other orders of importance.
We teetered in the moment, in anticipation of the moment. The singularity, as i called it on the way out.
It is a matter of complete fact and utter fiction that I tell you now that this night is exactly what that was. It was a smaller system of the singularity, whistling past the graveyard of pre conceived notions. It was the archetype or model, of the wave.
the truest truth of reality is that fundamentally, we are all just circles and line segments interconnected as individuals in a vast network of a single human intelligence. What's desirable is that naturally u are still you , on the other side. You are still an individual, and still celebrated as such. But you can talk to anyone at once. We can bump into each other softly and say hello to each other and then laugh hysterically,ecstatically. then the wave breaks, and we go our separate ways again, but back into the same collective mind.
The human imagination really may be a hive mind dissipating ideas into lower dimensions. This dissipation causing somehow more dimensions to form in their wake. Every scenario happened in an instant, as i thought of it. Paradoxically then i would ponder the answers to what it all meant, while i was looking at it. This then caused more interlocked dualistic realities to form spontaneously, out of nowhere. I spawned them with my mind...saw every second of them in an instant, laughed hysterically about the ridiculous implications, and then fell into the knowledge that i would soon forget all of this. That i would go back to ignorance. It was humbling, as this pondering imaginative spirit then created the polar opposite scenario, and eternity perpetuated itself onward, forever.
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