mecaib
Bluelighter
Throughout my psychedelic meanderings I've come across something both terrifying and hopeful. It is a place beyond that which has degraded into nothing but static (static as in TV snow). Beyond the static there is something else...
My first encounter with the static realm was through dreams. There was a window, a portal comprised of pure noise--terrifying in its chaos, devastating in its oblivious finality. In those early dreams I shied away from it, afraid of what it meant.
My next experience was resultant of an oral dose of cannabis. 3/4 joint brought me face-to-face with the duality (black-and-white, there-and-not-there) nature of existence.
My cornerstone experience was a fateful Coricidin trip, one in which I earned permanent eye damage and an eternal knowledge of a most disturbing, unshakable belief that *everything* we do, think, act upon and experience, is recorded forever in a very real layer of existence. I had never heard about the Akashic Records before this, but what I went through seems to bear witness of such a place.
My last experience with this realm, six years ago, also took place in a dream. Not all dreams are dreams: some are visions. In this dream I was meditating on my bed. I lost all contact with my body without losing contact with my consciousness. As I became numb to my physical self, I entered a place composed entirely of static. Like TV snow, but of a higher resolution. Pure existential chaos. But... I began to see something... It was a tapestry. Of the soul? I do not know. But I was able to gaze upon this visual for a long, long time. It did not change--of that, I am sure. It was the epitome of static's other definition. It did not change! Most dreams' visuals morph into other things: sights going from one thing to the next. But this was much, much different. I was looking at something eternal, something that cannot be altered no matter how hard I might try.
I can still remember it.
Throughout my journeying, I've penetrated that terrible place. I've gone beyond oblivion. I've seen something beyond memory, possibly beyond death altogether.
My question to you is this: have you traveled through the static? What have you seen?
The closest contemporary account regarding this place that I have found is this:
http://www.erowid.org/experiences/exp.php?ID=19396
I think there must be more to this issue that what I (or the aforementioned trip-reporter) has touched upon.
If you can provide some experience relating to this subject, then by all means, type away
Please don't make shit up!
-Mec
P.S. To Jack The Evil Chicken, through whom my purest experience was facilitated, I tip my hat and bid you peace and good tidings.
My first encounter with the static realm was through dreams. There was a window, a portal comprised of pure noise--terrifying in its chaos, devastating in its oblivious finality. In those early dreams I shied away from it, afraid of what it meant.
My next experience was resultant of an oral dose of cannabis. 3/4 joint brought me face-to-face with the duality (black-and-white, there-and-not-there) nature of existence.
My cornerstone experience was a fateful Coricidin trip, one in which I earned permanent eye damage and an eternal knowledge of a most disturbing, unshakable belief that *everything* we do, think, act upon and experience, is recorded forever in a very real layer of existence. I had never heard about the Akashic Records before this, but what I went through seems to bear witness of such a place.
My last experience with this realm, six years ago, also took place in a dream. Not all dreams are dreams: some are visions. In this dream I was meditating on my bed. I lost all contact with my body without losing contact with my consciousness. As I became numb to my physical self, I entered a place composed entirely of static. Like TV snow, but of a higher resolution. Pure existential chaos. But... I began to see something... It was a tapestry. Of the soul? I do not know. But I was able to gaze upon this visual for a long, long time. It did not change--of that, I am sure. It was the epitome of static's other definition. It did not change! Most dreams' visuals morph into other things: sights going from one thing to the next. But this was much, much different. I was looking at something eternal, something that cannot be altered no matter how hard I might try.
I can still remember it.
Throughout my journeying, I've penetrated that terrible place. I've gone beyond oblivion. I've seen something beyond memory, possibly beyond death altogether.
My question to you is this: have you traveled through the static? What have you seen?
The closest contemporary account regarding this place that I have found is this:
http://www.erowid.org/experiences/exp.php?ID=19396
I think there must be more to this issue that what I (or the aforementioned trip-reporter) has touched upon.
If you can provide some experience relating to this subject, then by all means, type away
-Mec
P.S. To Jack The Evil Chicken, through whom my purest experience was facilitated, I tip my hat and bid you peace and good tidings.

The hallmark of this experience is a transition zone of complete and utter static. Just like TV noise, but you can't get away from it.