It began with nothing more than a simple and sincere curiosity. A spark way down deep inside of my heart to know that which is, has always been, and forever will be unknowable yet can be directly experienced if one can find the courage within him or her self to do so. As I brought the small glass blown pipe to my lips and inhaled, a thin cloud of smoke diffused into my lungs accompanied by a scent resembling that of a rarely opened closet full of mothballs. I began to feel a very strange sensation, like a warm transparency rapidly undulating through every nerve cell of my physical body. It felt as though each and every atom of which the body is composed was completely disintegrating, like I was dissolving into a limitless sea of psychic dream energy, impossible to know if the physical eyes of the quickly disappearing body were open or closed.

And it all happened and didn’t happen deep in the heart center of an otherwise lifeless desert where, hidden within the innermost chamber of Silencio’s solemn solitude, there stood a slouching dried up and withering ficus religiosa. It was a leafless and tired old fig, very tall, and very wide, but upon which no bird had roosted nor weaved a nest for many a vast millennia. Although, from each and every branch there hung a most ornate and intricately fashioned antique bird cage made out of tin, iron, lead, copper, mercury, silver, or gold and inside each of the cages, upon a six inch wooden dowel cut from the ages old wood of this very ancient tree, was perched a deeply saddened lonely white and cooing mourning dove. Circling seasons of incomprehensible epochs had rendered the tree awkwardly asymmetrical, partially uprooted, and arthritically angular. Still the hopeful manifold of Lilliputian buds that shone in the light of the desert sun adorned the tips of its seven hundred seventy-seven sanctimonious solar-striving branches like emerald, jade, and agate. Another curious characteristic of this most peculiar portent was the exhibition of the frayed and fragile blood-stained fishing rope that had been tied securely around the middle of the highest of these branches. Dangling in equal intervals along the length of the rope were seven apple-sized weather-worn livestock bells. Each had been knotted to the rope in increasing degrees of firmness from top to bottom and was embellished with strange etchings that had clearly been carved into them with focused intention.

The serpentine helix of the mysterious zephyr of the divine eupnoea arrived as a glissading soliton at the base of the sacred spine’s energy sphere. An invisible solitary wave-form glissading along the twisted vine that spirals up from the roots, around the trunk, and to the carillon of seven oxidized bells of liberty green patina. It seemed as though the bells were magnetically attracting or magically summoning the animation of the vital exhalation to them like a ship to the song of a siren or a sperm to the hum of an ovum. Its invisible silent presence whirling amidst the tintinnabulation of the halcyon tintinnabulum evoked the unraveling of seven silent sonic resonations that expanded outwardly in concentric spheres to the farthest reaches of the desert and beyond. The elaborating soundwaves delicately intertwined with one another composing symmetry of greater and greater complexity upon the surface of the sand like the hypotrochoids and epitrochoids of a spyrograph or the shifting geometry of pendulum sand designs. The markings resembled several diverse forms of pentatomidae and certain symbols applied within the esoteric domains of high mathematics and occult ritual.

The visual field was transformed into a softly illuminated tunnel which gave the impression of a structure both ancient and futuristic, a wormhole without beginning or end altogether transcending the linear dimension of temporality as it traveled interdimensionally through limitless complex weavings of space and time. It was a hybrid of the interior of a hallowed out tree, the inner hall of a space station, and the mucosa, muscle, and fibrous tissue of a human birth canal. The mercurial movement forward was accompanied by a high pitched whirring sound and the feeling that countless eyes of extra-dimensional beings well known only to master shamans were announcing their presence from beyond the outer limits of that which the cutting edge of human kind’s understanding has accepted as possible. The whirring singularity would occasionally fan out like a peacock’s tail into a glorious Heaven-born melodious composition of never-before-heard scales, chords, and time signatures weaved harmoniously together into complex multidimensional sonic alien yarn tapestries. Then it would fold itself back up into the whirring singularity for a period only to yet again fan itself out like a frill-necked lizard into an inglorious Hell-spawned dissonant cacophony of never-before-heard squeaks, squeals, and sirens tangled inharmoniously into multidimensional webs of entangled sonic alien spider silk.

The whole of the omniverse became a boundless holographic multidimensional magic eye Rorschach autostereogram fractal kaleidoscope. Every point of attention was the center and the circumference of every other point of attention. Kaleidoscopes turning within kaleidoscopes ad infinitum, infecting the experience with sensory and extra-sensory synesthesia. Description of the experience is beyond the domain of analogy, metaphor, and myth, entirely beyond the limits of language. Though in a certain sense, the experience itself was the very domain of analogy, metaphor, and myth! Unsupposable phenomena materialized out of the void, effervesced, and dematerialized back into the void at a rate experienced simultaneously as the time that it takes to snap a finger and the entire lifespan of a universe cluster.

It appeared now that the sky was parting like an enormous blue curtain revealing a clockwise and counter-clockwise whirling vortex high up above the desert sand like a cross between a fire storm, a whirl pool, a hurricane, a sand storm, and a super massive black hole. From out of the spiraling inter-dimensional portal materialized what appeared to be a quietly humming disc-shaped object entirely made up of what resembled spinning wheels of finely cut diamonds. Diamond wheels within diamond wheels and making up other diamond wheels and with an unseen source of inner illumination that shone through the myriad contours of the spinning diamonds causing countless prismatic spectrums of colored lights to interweave with countless prismatic spectrums of interweaving prismatic spectrums of colored lights. Spectral waves made up of smaller spectral waves and making up still smaller and larger spectral waves intersected forming multicolored nexus points, every nexus point of space connecting with every other nexus point of space and every nexus point of time connecting to every other nexus point of time. Every nexus point of space connected with every nexus point of time and every nexus point of time connected with every nexus point of space.

The connecting of every point with every other point resulted in the formation of uni-dimensional strings of every possible length and width, some of them open and others closed forming into loops of various shapes and sizes. The strings vibrated in response to the quiet hum of the disc, the core of which was the primal point from which all vibrations emanated, and each did so at its own rate according to its length and width, and whether it was open or looped, causing waves to roll out across the fabric of spacetime, waves of varying frequencies made up of waves of varying frequencies and making up still smaller and larger waves of varying frequencies. Points formed into lines and lines formed into planes that formed into objects of increasing geometrical complexity and dimensionality through which the vibrations of the strings emanated like breath into the cavities of a brass or woodwind instrument.

At each nexus point the vast multidimensional fabric of spacetime became aware of itself, experiencing degrees of awareness ranging from the essential primordial awareness of pure essential primordial being, awareness that its awareness is aware of being aware of its awareness on one end of the spectrum to the awareness of an illusory ego-centric perceptual point of awareness confronting something that is other than itself at the other end of the spectrum. At each point where the less introspective self-awareness became aware of the waves emanating from the vibrating strings, the wave-forms collapsed in response to the awareness into subatomic point-particles as unlimited possibility proceeded to give way to the sway of a process of limiting probability. These point-particles were of an infinite variety of types depending upon the nature of the wave-form from which they collapsed. Each particle was not at any particular point of spacetime but rather it was spread out across every possible point in the past, present, and future and only perceived as being at a particular point of spacetime by the awareness that was falsely perceiving it as such.

Particles of similar and differing masses began to repel and conjoin with one another into atomic structures of differing masses and charges and then these atoms into the diverse molecular structures of a small glass blown pipe that I was now holding in my hands as I sat fully awake, fully alert, and fully aroused within the seeming presence of this impossible actuality of who, what, why, where, and when I am: A vast and intricate intermingling of intelligent forces forming higher and higher orders of complex geometrical laws existing simultaneously and synonymously among form/forces that obey these laws with lower intelligences behaving chaotically and erratically like deaf, dumb, and blind children scribbling on a blackboard full of quantum equations or a dog urinating onto a supercomputer. I am the omniverse that is exploring, experimenting, and expressing itself in a manner consistent with its own endeavors of curiosity. I am you and we are the flying saucer that whistles to our selves from deep within the mind’s kaleidoscopic sky.