As a student of psychology in my youth, one of the things that fascinated me most was how in other “hard science” disciplines you could come up with incredibly freaky theories about shit like dark matter and quantum physics, then actually talk about them publicly without being laughed at. I suppose this is because of math, but if you break any of the aforementioned theories down too far, you’re basically dealing with the idea that humans can barely perceive the vast majority of what’s going on in the universe. Yet, say the same thing in regards to consciousness and it’s simply not tolerated. Goes against everything we believe in.
What I find most hilarious about say, people getting super excited about things like string theory, is it doesn’t stand up to even the most basic of exploratory questioning. Really, so there are 11 dimensions? Just 11. What’s it like in those? Do they have kittens? What’s the sex like? Is there space weed? Of course, since they’re not thinking about these matters in terms of consciousness or experience, there aren’t even minorly compelling answers to these questions. Whereas if you asked a neo-sorcerer such as myself for his opinion, I could go on forever. First, what the hell is going on with animals? Isn’t each species sort of like another dimension of consciousness? They’re not tuned into the same story arc we are but they’re tied to it and they’re not thinking by even remotely the same linguistic parameters, so that’s pretty trippy. Seriously, try and get in your dog or cat’s head. It’s not a constant stream of words being strung together, they’re basically thinking in complex images of food and petting I would imagine. It’s impossible to comprehend what that would be like for us because once language sinks its exotic tendrils into you, you tend to get lost in the mix.
What about fucking insects? Lord? What the hell is going on there with all that hive mind weirdness? More importantly, what’s it like to get hard for a sexy red panda during mating season? You see, alternate dimensions. We just tend to edit this uncertainty out, because you know, we’ve got to make more…err…products or something, and you know, we’ve got to do that faster. I don’t pretend to get it. I also don’t pretend to understand why as an undergrad I paid people to regurgitate Freud’s coked out theories about the id, ego, and superego at me ad nauseum. If they would have harped on about his sex and death trip, that would have been money well spent but this was a bunch of loony tune shite being passed off as science. What value could I possibly find in thinking about my psyche in terms of the id, ego, and super ego? What good has that done us?
On the other hand, if you were to look at all the subjective qualitative reports regarding near death experiences, out of body experiences, spontaneous “alien” contact, shamanic visionary states, and turn that into a grand theory about the extension of consciousness beyond death, you get idiots calling you a pseudo-scientist. There’s no profit in that line of thinking boy.What’s amazing is how many people truly let themselves believe in this charade.
Fortunately, I got the fuck out of the academic racket as soon as I got my crappy degree and just started using myself as a test subject to explore the absolute fringes of fringe consciousness. They say everyone studies psychology to figure out what in god’s name is going on with themselves and I’m no different. I was wondering why it is that when I take mushrooms it’s like staring into the rapidly mutating face of a super-sentient insectile hyer-intelligence. Taking on that is actually illegal in our society if you’ll recall (although that’s changing slowly), but this basic unanswerable quandary lead me into astral projection, and later chaos magick. What can I tell you, when you play with the bull, you get the horns.
What I’m about to get into is shit that has beamed itself directly into me telepathically (friend me on Facebook, I talk about esoteric stuff all the time over there and it’s getting increasingly odd). Am I saying these theories are correct or valid? No, I’m saying it’s a coherent idea about the superstructure of consciousness which came to me in an intentionally induced vision, and seems to be echoed in a lot of other reported visionary experiences throughout the ages, possibly hinting at semi-objective aspects of our reality.
I’ll probably be telling this story until the day I die, but back in the fall of 2010, I accidentally summoned what classic Occultists would refer to as my Holy Guardian Angel. It showed up as me, told me it was the beings from the Sirius star system who were communicating with Robert Anton Wilson and the grey aliens, among other things which vary depending on who’s perceiving them. Then they/me went about projecting a repeating vision about the nature of The Holy Trinity directly into my mind. You know, that thing I read about in church growing up and recited a bunch of times, utterly clueless as to what I was talking about. We love to forget the Gnostic roots to a lot of our religions don’t we? According to them/me, The Holy Trinity is symbolic language meant to depict the very nature of our eternal spirit. In the following years, I’ve had an increasing amount of dreams and ganj-i-tation communiqué fleshing out this concept in greater detail, so let me drop some of that knowledge briefly.
3rd Dimensional Time-Space Perception
In Gnostic terms, this would be referred to as the son (or daughter). This one’s fairly easy to wrap your head around because it’s what we’re all experiencing. This is the you lost in the time stream circa whenever you’re reading this. According to most conventional thought, this encompasses everything. It’s a fun little boundary we’ve created for our minds that leads us to believing in bizarre ass concepts like normality, but did I mention that my cosmic oversoul or whatever you want to call it explained to me that it/I exists “outside of time”. Yeah, showed me that as well in the vision. Now, the more you start to think about the nature of time, the more you start to see how nothing’s concrete at all. You’re in a state of constant energetic flux, and 2 seconds ago is no more solid than air. In fact, the second it’s gone, all that’s left is your memory of it, and one of the things I did learn as a psychology undergrad is that that crap’s notoriously flawed. So, what the hell is “reality” then?
Well, in other recent meditation sessions it’s been presented to me that film is an apt metaphor. In fact, what was directly said was “This movie was filmed in the 5th dimension” (classic Disinfo from a few months back, just classic). So, you’re an actor, in a movie that’s being filmed in another, higher dimension. Who’s filming it and how?
4th Dimensional Time-Space Perception
This would be the how and if you’re following along, in Gnostic terms considered The Holy Spirit. Over the years I’ve had a ton of dreams where my consciousness just jumps from one perspective to another. I’ll be in one person’s head, and then fly out and join the plot of another seemingly unrelated individual, picking up the narrative already in progress. I’ve been getting a lot of this lately as a matter of fact. A few months back, after first getting my new puppy and walking him about on a sunny afternoon, I later had visions where the sun was energetically beaming positive vibes throughout the city. When little Ezekiel walked by people, my perspective shifted into those who came up and said hi (which was a ton because he’s adorable).
The sun was making us all happy, his cuteness made them even happier, and they in turn made him ecstatic. My perspective would shift into him, and then back into the people passing by. I’d be given a brief glimpse of the positive influence he briefly had on their lives, and them on his. Apparently often these things can affect plotlines in odd ways long after the fact imperceptibly.
In about a gajillion different reports of heavenly states of consciousness, we see the “we’re all one” theme repeated continually. So many have seen this throughout the centuries it’s almost cliché. When my HGA initially projected this cosmic discourse, it showed me that from its perspective the entire human plotline throughout history looked like a glowing white orb. Sort of like a living, still solidifying planet. The entire pristine edifice of the planet was comprised from all of our conjoined plotlines, the connection between them being the 4th dimension. Since they’re filming it in the 5th dimension, they can tap into any incident and flip rapidly through how it affected any number of interconnected and often seemingly non-related story arcs through the power of The Holy Spirit. Genius cinema, but some of these roles truly suck if I must say so myself. Someone should file a grievance with the union. But how would you do that? With magick I suppose. Magick often involves using 3rd dimensional perception to contact 5th dimensional perception and make changes in our realm by exerting its influence on 4-D perception, which plays 3-D like a puppet. Head spinning yet? Well, let’s continue then.
5th Dimensional Time-Space Perception
Or the Father (or Mother) if you must insist on the Gnosticism. This is by far the most unknowable, and why good magick is essentially trying to initiate a conversation with this arcane internal divinity. It was shown to me that this super god exists outside of the entire movie of humanity, and yet shapes us by being all far out like that. It is from this perspective that the movie will be judged. Most spiritual people get caught up on the “we’re all one” thing, but why does this “one” feel the need to divide itself into all these little micro narratives? That’s the real question. How do you get into the head of your inner deity and figure out why it’s making the seemingly suspect directorial choices it is? How do you have a meeting with the writing team? As far as I can decipher, you try things like astral projection and chaos magick.
Lately I’ve had this shit going down where these 5th dimensional freaks try to pull me out of my body and upward into their elevated spectral orgies, but I can’t do it. It gets too otherworldly and initiates a fear response which jolts me back into my body before I truly even know what the hell is going on. Until I get up that far, I can only really comment on what they’ve shown me, which is this. To them, all time appears like it’s happening at once. That planet like orb they’re looking at? One side is the future and the other’s the past. It’s all made of stories and they can go wherever they want and edit it in a billion different obscene configurations. Christ it’s just another movie to them. They’ve got an infinite database with a shitton of other, probably better films, but they haven’t given up on this project yet, although I’ve maybe gotten the impression we’ve got to start bringing our A-game if it’s not going to flop. To do this, we need to start conjoining these 3 levels of perception into a gloriously unifying psychic euphoria. Or just keep fucking over the poor. Whatever’s funnier I guess?