Days Of Future Passed

Everybody, from every reality, says all is end is nigh.

But I know that this is not so.

Because everybody, in happy, togetherfact, in every reality, is lining up to launch into the great wide open.

Below is the latest song that, in me, confirms this.

All we all, will swirl out. Dust, is what we will leave behind.

I of course won’t actually live to see this. But so what. I’m just a pebble in the pond.

But I see the pond, taking wing, and taking flight.

Nothing can stop it. It’s already happened.

Roger Ebert, dying of a terrible disease, in terrible pain, saw this:

That week before Roger passed away, I would see him and he would talk about having visited this other place. I thought he was hallucinating. I thought they were giving him too much medication. But the day before he passed away, he wrote me a note: “This is all an elaborate hoax.” I asked him, “What’s a hoax?” And he was talking about this world, this place. He said it was all an illusion. I thought he was just confused. But he was not confused. He wasn’t visiting heaven, not the way we think of heaven. He described it as a vastness that you can’t even imagine. It was a place where the past, present, and future were happening all at once.

That is the real reality. That is why, this night, I reached out, and, almost, touched you. That is why, I actually did.

2 Responses to “Days Of Future Passed”

  1. 1 sally cordon July 22, 2015 at 7:54 am

    And I am touching you right back! And I will beat you out of here. I can buy Roger’s view very easily. Amazingly, in a class I took at Turkey Tech about Milton, the prof kept trying to talk to us about the belief Milton had that all things happened at the same time. EVERYTHING. It is not an easy concept to wrap one’s head around, and most of the super religious (remember where I was) students in the class made fun of him. I tried hard to understand the idea — to believe it. I could readily accept much here is an illusion. It’s too ridiculous not to be. The question then becomes is your illusion the same as mine? Can you or I change this screwed up illusion? Who in hell is in charge of the illusion? Was Jung right about some crazed COLLECTIVE human subconscious being the culprit — hmmm? How come you always make me think? BUT again, I reach out and TOUCH you–as I always did. Meanwhile, I try to enjoy whatever little bit of joy I find in this god-awful illusionary world. Please, please try to do the same — Namaste– xoxox

    • 2 bluenred July 26, 2015 at 11:52 pm

      Some say “time” is a construct fitted onto human beings out of kindness, so they won’t get bewildered, or even stone-crazy, about everything happening all at once.

      Just as the human brain is likewise programmed to shut down most of the information brought in by the eye, so that the human being won’t be swamped by the full wonderment, which, in the old days, interfered with seeing whether there was a tiger preparing to leap aboard.

      One of the effects of psychedelics is to relax the suppressors: the sense information coming in to the psychedlic-addled is of the sort that would come in to everyone, all day, and all of the night, if evolution hadn’t determined it was better, for species survival, that ape-men not get distracted by all that shit. Because it can lessen the human’s reaction-time—receiving the full monty—when and if a bear bounds over to take a swipe.

      As I understand it, Jung’s collective unconscious posits a shared species memory. I don’t know that it is directional, so much as accessible.

      Though we know from chaos theory that all effects all. And that I imagine travels to dreams also.

      All that we really know, is that we don’t know shit. ; )

      A while back I awoke from a vivid afternoon dream in which I was working as a PI for a guy I have in “real life” worked as a PI for. There was in the dream a whole complete vivid world, that was subtly different from “this” one. And in the dream I accessed many, many memories, of “past” interactions, in that alternate world, with and for this PI, that constituted a world as complete as the one I in “real life” live. And as I laid there, upon “awakening,” I wondered: is that the real life, and this “waking state,” actually the “fake” one?

      Who knows?

      And there’s no way, really, to tell.

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