I didn't realize I was blind until it opened my mind and what lies beyond the lines of reality, drew clearly into focus with impressivley immaculate clarity.
Psychedelics redefined my preconceived perceptions and the visuals I observed provided an inside guide to the previously unavailable directions.
I booted the door unusually wide and without hesitation I strolled inside in pursuit of the exclusive knowledge I believed it could provide.
Chemistry switched me on mentally, monumentally and I could see all of the answers written in the sand and as it took my hand I lowered my defences and felt an incredibly intense sensation invade each and every one of my senses.
Nothing prepares you for the moment the assimilation initially commences.
I can truthfully declare that as I connected with the land I instantaneously grew a deep admiration and respect for the network of infinitely intricate yet invisible strands that fan out and pan all around us.
They span the entire four corners of the universe and are effortlessly flawless.
There isn't any need for correction.
Not a place that even a single imperfection lurks.
No one can possibly object to how supremely smoothly the system works.
It's textbook the way each of the perfect aspects has been tested and expertly planned.
It is truly mind boggling how complexed the journey is and the distances travelled by the multitude of expanding effects.
The unending ascending steps stretch way beyond the reach of our sight.
Reflecting back down on us faster than the speed of light.
What this altered comprehension swiftly taught me was that we should perpetually question every concept of existence we thought we had sussed and trust that there must be a reason we were formed entirely from cosmic intergalactic star dust.
One day we will learn why we're here and why we are born but until then it's a must that, that moment’s not rushed.
That essentially is the essence of the lesson.
There's an extremely strong chance the truth won't be quite what we're expecting and our tiny intellect would reject the unfeasible suggestion and become hideously wrecked as it struggles to stretch and conceptually accept secrets about our infancy and the happenings at the dawning of creation.
About the Creator
Chris Goslitski
I’ve been around a bit. I grew up in London in the 80s. I wasn’t a bad kid. It was just more fun being naughty. I left school or should I say, I was asked to leave school in the early 90s. Soon after I found the rave scene.
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