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The Numen of Omen
Riding high – Riding high
The Earth is the sky – Earth is the sky.
Maybe there is no time to die -
And yet…
There was me, that is: Your humble narrator. (you know me.)
There was: Ocean, my droog from California with love.
There was: X (who’s nickname is too offensive to say.)
There was: X (he did not have a nickname)
Do you remember my story about that astral travel like episode?
With the ambulance sirens?
Well… That was a communicative omen from somewhere else
Something… Other.
My droog and I were a few months fresh from dropping out
in our junior years.
And we were partying at his mistress’s house in the country.
(Driving around the country roads in her white Pontiac GT)
Real Horrorshow.
We had a cooler full of reefer.
And we were taking our high deeper – ever deeper.
I very seldom rode in back seats.
I was always the driver – Or passenger.
(I let X call shot gun that day… Maybe just because.)
My droog had a tendency to zone out behind the wheel.
(And I was ever vigilant to keep him on the right track.)
I remember the beams of light peeking at me
Through the trees
As the movement was like simulated vista streams.
Through the back seat window
… And then I felt it.
That strange place on the other side…
It was there even though I was not there.
I felt a voice that I could not hear
and yet in my mind I could hear.
The voice said…
“Do you want to see destiny?”
I tell you… My friends. (and no one else)
The voice made me weep without weeping.
I replied in a voice that I could not hear
and yet in my mind I could hear.
I sat back in an open armed embrace
That could not be seen
and yet was seen.
And then I drifted into a dream
of twisted metal smoke & steam
(Maybe a dream like deep of angels wings.)
And a time stopped forest captured light beam
(The photographs showed high speed tire tracks that were as strait as railroad tracks, going off into the distance of a wilderness. My droog flew through the windshield and back into the car. X shattered his jaw and got a concussion. X was okay. My hermetic best friend, Fear, stayed at the ranch.
I endured the greatest impact, strait on my window. They said that after they used the jaws of life to remove us from the car, I was talking at a high rate of speed, and then I just started vomiting profusely, and then I passed out. Vomit flooded my lungs, giving me a case of severe induced pneumonia. My brain swelled way off the charts of medical knowledge. We were in uncharted territory. They had to trepan my skull and induce a coma state, which lasted 7 days.
I remember the look of tear filled astonishment on everyones faces when I opened my eyes. Knowing.
(They had strongly suggested delivering me my last rites.)
And the indescribable pain when I tried to walk, against the doctors wishes, after they unplugged me from a thousand machine parts.
But I did… Walk…
Step after painful fucking step… because… Fuck You Mane!)
Published 6th Jun 2021
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6th Jun 2021 6:13pm
I am glad to know more about you. I am sorry that lives can be so painful. I am glad there is beauty in your writing. Each of our stories is different, but I connect with the personal. Thank you for sharing so much and I'm glad you are here.
7th Jun 2021 2:09pm
Yes... I very much appreciate you empathy. I do feel like if we can find meaning in the pain, then it can be transformed, like one frequency onto another frequency, ever progressing to the ultimate truths, contained in and beyond our existence.
That is interesting about the person... it is so... personal.
I have a great deal of trouble sharing shit about myself, as a general thing. but maybe that is like the frequency onto a frequency thing... the impulse or epicenter of the inspiration onto the medium and you get something of an enhanced state of beauty.
And thereby something grotesque may become beautiful.
something unendurable may become music like.
something unspeakable... well...
Ty Sen for all.
That is interesting about the person... it is so... personal.
I have a great deal of trouble sharing shit about myself, as a general thing. but maybe that is like the frequency onto a frequency thing... the impulse or epicenter of the inspiration onto the medium and you get something of an enhanced state of beauty.
And thereby something grotesque may become beautiful.
something unendurable may become music like.
something unspeakable... well...
Ty Sen for all.
Anonymous
6th Jun 2021 6:37pm
Astral Projection and near death experiences...you have so much to tell. I had to have 1 and 2 in my reading list.
7th Jun 2021 2:11pm
So very greatly appreciated, G. Being able to connect with stuff like this, I think, projects energies to all participants in the experience, in all forms of experience.
Thank you so much!
Thank you so much!
6th Jun 2021 7:30pm
I enjoyed both these offerings very much, and am happy to know the ending of the story in addition to the beginning. Your imagery is wonderfully conducive to the imagination; you give us enough, and yet, we fill in the blanks ourselves.
Well done.
Well done.
7th Jun 2021 2:14pm
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You know, my highest ambition if to innovate the conduit between the mind of the writer and the mind of the reader, thereby generating and energy that is conducive to advancement and expansion of consciousness.
And you make me feel like I am successful in this, at least in some regard. And I just thank you from the most profound depths of me.
You grace me with such insight, wisdom and wonder.
And it is real cool.
You know, my highest ambition if to innovate the conduit between the mind of the writer and the mind of the reader, thereby generating and energy that is conducive to advancement and expansion of consciousness.
And you make me feel like I am successful in this, at least in some regard. And I just thank you from the most profound depths of me.
You grace me with such insight, wisdom and wonder.
And it is real cool.
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7th Jun 2021 2:15pm
Thank you, my friend. You have inspired and continue to inspire me greatly. Very appreciative.
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7th Jun 2021 2:20pm
Yes, R. I am not shore how many of us visit the place that I visited.
My later research indicated that this was certainly part of the astral realm, as has been described in other similar experiences.
but to basically have the premonition, in the form which the premonition took... (I think the language of the beyond takes infinite forms/ in the way that omens are recognized in so many things/even the clouds in the sky!)
but then... the energy of that place returns to me later, in a different form, but the same, there but not there. like once the connection is made (to the high strangeness) then the connection evolves and alters forms and functions.
and then I feel I was given the choice... like I knew what was going to happen and I knew I could alter the course of my life... but I chose as I chose... and yes... it was a fucked up part of the path...
do I regret anything... not at all.
the greatest thing we can be is... Initiated.
My later research indicated that this was certainly part of the astral realm, as has been described in other similar experiences.
but to basically have the premonition, in the form which the premonition took... (I think the language of the beyond takes infinite forms/ in the way that omens are recognized in so many things/even the clouds in the sky!)
but then... the energy of that place returns to me later, in a different form, but the same, there but not there. like once the connection is made (to the high strangeness) then the connection evolves and alters forms and functions.
and then I feel I was given the choice... like I knew what was going to happen and I knew I could alter the course of my life... but I chose as I chose... and yes... it was a fucked up part of the path...
do I regret anything... not at all.
the greatest thing we can be is... Initiated.
