It's one thing to wake up shipwrecked on an isolated subtropical island. It's another thing entirely to unexpectedly find yourself surrounded by pirates and ninjas swinging nunchuks, swords, lasers, guitars, beer cans and bottles of Rum in your gen'ral direction. AAAAARRRRHHHHHHHH!!! So it was one day, as I was walking down a country lane in the wilderness of my subtropical paradise, I came upon a hut in the wilds. A screaming cacophany arose from within. Horrified and fascinated, I felt mind and body compelled to explore the limits of fear and wonder inside. An excited, wary psychosomatic zombie shuffle to the door, with catlike human timidity, and I was suddenly enveloped... The chaos was unspeakable. The synthesizers were a sonic maelstrom. The drums were beating primitive unfathomable jungle rhythms. The bass was explosively bombastic. A shrieking hurricane blew through my mind, and I felt the power of nature harnessed and amplified through a technological psychic transducer. Next thing I knew I was holding a guitar. It came out of nowhere, a Les Paul Studio with the face of an old friend. The spirits of ancient beings surrounded us as a humongous presence swept over the hut. I was strapped into the humming ethereal electricity of a 6-stringed axe and unable to do anything but bring down the plectrum on the strings as my hand seemed to move of its own accord. As the spirits began to channel through my body, I began to lose control. Golden light flared out of my eyes, ears, mouth, nostrils, fingertips, and my corporeal self began to lift off the floor and sway in time to the rhythm. The other players became quadrangles, fractals, geometrical impossibilities in shades of multicolored neon evanescence. Somewhere back in the physical space of the room, a primitive form of 21st century Earth recording device captured shades of the moment. Within about twenty minutes (outside of time) it had passed. Back in full control of mind and body, I stumbled out into the light of a beautiful Summers day, laughing wildly. I had become one of them - something else - changed by the spirits, spurred on by a comfortingly quintessential paradox of indescribable freedom and discipline - POWER - =) and oblivion. As known and spoken of in all times (past, present, and future) by those who have laid down their egos at the feet of their Lord for transient moments of divine intuition, "All is bliss, All is bliss". I collapsed on the grass, looking up at the sun through the leaves of a Chinese parasol tree and let go, drifting up into the afternoon sky. Through the clouds, through blue powder, through cold black space beyond.
It's good to be Home...
