Well, it's time to write another blog. I think I will just sit down here and start typing and see what I can come up with. I have been curious about the weather lately, but I don't know anything about the weather. Even if I knew something about the weather, I doubt that anyone would want to read the about the obvious. Weather's weather. Get used to it. I just noticed how difficult it is to write in a real time present tense. But just by saying that I have slipped back into writing just a little behind real time. I'm more comfortable there for some reason. So perhaps I will just carry on with some story telling and not give much thought to the tense I'm writing in. Besides, I just heard a strange sound outside.
A peculiar, unfamiliar humming, it seems to have stabilized in my back yard. Then I hear a knock on the door. I look out the window but I don't see anything but still, I hear the Hum. So I go to the door and look out but there's no one there. Then I hear the knocking again, right in front of me on the door. I decide to just go ahead and open the door. I feel something like the wind come in and there's all of a sudden a strange hue and very faint sweet scent in my room. Somehow I knew I wasn't alone, but yet there was no one there. I was just about ready to forget about it and start writing my weather blog when across my computer screen a message appeared.
"Hoss," my computer typed, "I don't expect you to trust me, but the reality is you already have invited me in by opening your door. I would prefer to talk to you face to face, but in order to do so we have to rearrange your perceptual bandwidth."
"Uh," I typed back, "I'm pretty happy with my perceptual bandwidth just the way it is." Though I was curious, and strangely unafraid, plus I wasn't in any hurry. Besides, this all came to me and so why not go at my own pace.
"Hoss, in just a moment a goblet will appear with a shimmering liquid, I need for you to drink it and then just wait for a few seconds." My computer again typed, seemingly on auto pilot.
Before I could respond a silver, yet transparent, goblet did appear right in front of my keyboard. In the goblet was the most unique, shimmering liquid substance I had ever seen. I wanted to drink it. I picked up the goblet and there was a tingling going up my arm.
"Hoss, you don't have to gulp it down, just relax and drink it like water," my computer instructed me.
So I said cheers and bottoms up and drank the liquid. It was a very tasty, sweet concoction. Then I heard a buzzing in my head and all of a sudden my world started to vanish. Then I began to make out the silhouette of a woman standing over my shoulder.
"Where are we and who are you?" I asked the woman.
"We haven't moved an inch Hoss," she said smiling. "We have simply adjusted your perceptual bandwidth. But don't worry the effect is only temporary."
I began to look around. It was like I was standing in empty space. Except there was no space. The feeling of temporality was gone. There were no passing moments, no relativity.
"Let's go Hoss," she said.
"Go where?" I asked, "The world is gone. There is no more space or time."
"Just give yourself a chance to tune in the new bandwidth you're now on. It will take your awareness a bit to categorize this new reality and then it will all make sense," she patiently explained.
Sure enough I began to get a glimpse. It was like going from a real lit room into a dark one, my eyes began to adjust. Except that what I was seeing, not looking at in the usual sense, was wonder itself. I knew we were somewhere over the rainbow.
"That's close Hoss," She said, happy that I was coming around. "You're now on the other side of the speed of light. The speed of light as your science calls it is actually a wall that divides the unreal from the real. You're in the real now, Hoss." She went on to say that the mechanical universe, humans exist in, is a smudge on the glistening face of the ethereal, an aberration, an accident. She said that it wouldn't really matter much except that, and again by accident, it was discovered that awareness had become trapped in there. Trapped in that smudge.
I am a simple man of eclectic interests and tastes with no particular academic credentials. I still perceive, think, read and write somewhat. Writing music is a hobby of mine
