The grid is coming for you
Aparently the brain operates at four distinct frequencies, Alpha, Beta, Gamma, Delta
Here I experiment with inducing the particular frequencies, electrically, combining a Moog analogue synthesizer and a muscle stimulator
The shades of pain are quite different depending on the waveform
It doesnt work too well, so continue with more traditional means of achieving trance, which I'm normaly good at
Concentrating on things far away
Working with breathing
I continue with the electronics, trying to find the right pattern
The familiar hypnagogic views appear
But then something happens
The world folds up in a cone
It's a way to view the world, the weird thing being higher order objects appearing as iconified handles on data structures
The cone folds further and displays itself as a n-dimensional grid
Entitities that don't care for appearance are there. They notice me
At this point im as scared as I ever was or ever will be
I'm not allowed here.
The scale is incomprehensible yet I'm somehow made aware of it
I am to be purged.
Something snaps. I'm back.
No time has passed. At all.
Here I make a very simple decision.
Humans didn't evolve to cope with the full complexity of the world we live in. We can model it, imagine it, talk about it. Should we actually experience it, we will burn like moths on a candle.
I dismantle my esoteric ambitions. From here onwards, I resign myself to being a guest in the consensus reality. There is nothing to see here, that hasn't already been covered by mindless dimwitted twits in TV sofas.
But I decide that it will be good enough. I will no longer just endure normality. I will embrace it.
I will embrace it like a thorny rose that draws my lifeblood and makes it drop to the fertile soil, back to where it secretly longs.
The grid I saw, many years ago. Now just a hazy memory.