I found myself this morning praying to the
acausal connecting principal. Nothing unusual in that. (Before coffee even!) But just then a pot of sugar I had set on the shelf — apparently too close to the edge — slipped off at the precise moment that the thought entered my mind to ask BigMike about his childhood experiences.
That is, was his mother
also a psycho-physical reductionist?
Well, you might say “So what? Things just happen. No connection” (this came through a voice I figured must be Atla’s). But when I
tasted the sugar and the full impact of its
qualia-implications hit me,
then with a conceptual hop skip and a jump I found myself hovering not simply over my house and the Earth, but in some extremely hard to express sense abstracted from the entire Cosmic Manifestation, outside and beyond the space-time problem, relieved of electromagnetical burdens and a confining sense of entrapment in sweat-soaked flesh….
….and then the left rear tire on my car spontaneously burst!
Right then, in the manner of a metaphorical explosion, an entire slew of meanings coalesced in me (Mike I was thinking about your lonely water

molecule careening in that river’s channel just when this happened!)
And right then these damned mysteriously laden lines popped, unbidden, into my “brain-state”:
“Let him who is without light
Among you cast the first
Shadow, and let the worst
Among us here at our late
Hour now speak for the best:
There is nothing higher above
Our heads, and we whimper of
What once had been our boast. ”
WTF?!?! It kind of makes sense and kind of doesn’t. Frustrating!
Really,
really freaky, Mike.
OK, I tried to get a grip
on my behavior and hold the reins of my explainable, material evolutionary state — you know, what makes me
me, my very self— but the shit did not stop! I heard the following as if it condensed out of the qualia of sweetness still bounding in the confines of my mind:
“Uncertainty, take me into the forest
leaf by leaf—“
Huh?!?
So I grabbed my
Mind and Cosmos and in a state of mild hysterical wonder turned pages SURE I’d get an ANSWER. AND ¡Lo! it came as a cascade of intuition:
I will FedEx you some tablets of the rarest amino-acid concentrations suspended in an emerald elixir! You will ingest them. (DM me) I will
then direct concentrated thought-beams into your brain-mass, Uri Geller style, and directly into that unbelievably complex array of bubbling neurons that is YOU, a code-pattern
GUARANTEED to open your consciousness up to new ways of seeing, feeling, being and interpreting!
Easy-peasy! From that point on I am
sure to win all arguments with you!