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Have you noticed? There is never a sign above the entrance of a black hole that warns the curious, "Abandon hope all ye who enter here." One has to assume that I've never seen a black hole or it's entrance. All I know about black holes are opinions I've read or seen in the media that other people have of black holes because none of them, by their own admission, have ever seen a black hole either. that's like asking my reader to render an interpretation of my opinion of somebody else's opinion who might have stolen it under the cover of darkness from another thief.
As you might have figured out by now, no such imaginary entrance sign is needed at the entrance of my imaginary black hole to warn off the unafraid as they step off into space after thinking about it for a long time. It's a description of a fantastic dream I once had. The dream was so real to me that I might swear it was a vision instead. The ringer for that is, however, I also remember waking up from it sleeping in my bed.
While this was a dream and not a vision it was still so spectacular I remember it like I do the visions I have. My mode of travel was familiar to me. I astral-traveled really close to the ground in the same position I would be if I were driving a car, but there was no car. Other times I step up upon some platform and scoot along to wherever I'm going at about the same height about the paved roads. Sitting or standing in the dream I use regular paved roads to travel on.
I mentioned stepping off into space above. I was astral traveling in a lucid dream in the sitting position (the asana without a car). along this exciting curvy hilly road that was carved into lush primeval woodlands. Traffic was not a problem. I'd just will myself to fly over any congestion and keep skimming along above the surface of the road.
Suddenly, on my left I saw an astounding sight. It was a silver-color space ship that looked like a needle backing its way into it's silo on an island across open space on another world. It looked just like the land I was on, but it was just floating over there as if everything was cool.
Meanwhile I was still skooting along this hilly highway, and when it went downhill and sharply to the right I saw a Greek-like outdoor marble theater with a bunch of seats carved in tiers in a semi-circle just like the ones in the movies. There weren't many people sitting in the seats that graduated up the grottoed hill.
When I looked to my left where the stage should be there was nothing there. Right beside the road I was on the world dropped off into open space. The island I saw the space ship land on was just across the way. Sitting there in midheaven without any of the rational accoutrements.
I stopped the non-car I wasn't driving to take wot wuz sot before me. There was nothing to it. I just stood up and walked around. The bleacher-like marble seats were on the right hand side of the road I'd been on, and the drop-off into space was on the other side of the road. I knew I was dreaming and I was lucid and so I decided to sit down for a while and see what happened. Why were these people here?
Soon enow, a young woman in maybe her thirties stood up a few seats away from me, walked across the road, and leapt into space as it was the most natural thing in the world to do. Before I could recover from my shock, several other people did the same thing. It's like they were sitting there thinking about it, and when they made up their mind, they just got up and did it. No fuss. No muss.
There is nothing to cling to as Neptune's crushing tsunami drags your now indistinguishable remains back into the plenitude as finger food for the ambrosian Gods. Back to where no distinguishable watermark or abstract construct can be recalled as what once may have been, in the past. Back then. Once upon a time. Now, home again, home again, jiggedy gig.
The images I carelessly peruse to find drifting thoughts in order to conquer them with words once had more value in their original states of being than what my awareness changed them into. You gnow, back before my evolutionary tour de force shape-shifted them into value-added products more suitable for some unseeable foreign market.
Many of the holy books I've studied all had some metaphor or story or parable that would told by word of mouth, father to son, and mother to daughter about wise ways to look at how nature happens and it's signs that tell you when it's time to move out of it's way. To live and fight another day. Some theme the whole of the species universally values? A definitive glossary of terms that the great unwashed agree upon for the good of the great unwashed? Something they'd settle for? A bottle line. A common denominator. Panacea? A utopian panacea for all the unnecessary misunderstandings that don't need to be there if we could only i-magi-nate (give birth to by magic) a benign ending. To dissemble the madness into mediocrity.
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I do not attempt to tell the God's own truth here because I don't know what the truth is or hardly ever. I try to capture the drifting thoughts that randomly appear in my imagination for reasons I may not understand. I don't know if the content I capture with these words is true or false. The Comments settings are turned off to prevent me from having to defend what amounts to little more than fanciful, sometime crude speculation. Great moments in our lives never return.
