A bizarre red texture parts as soon as I surrender. I float through.
I am in the sky of a hyperspace city. It is frenetic, electronic, ever changing. I am very high above. The entities and buildings reach for me but they seem to have a kind of gravity.
Suddenly, the entities disappear and the entity-buildings all become cat-buildings.
. Imagine huge skyscrapers, with lots of windows and colorful lights, but with cat ears on top and cat eyes and cat faces.
The cat-buildings suddenly no longer seemed beholden to gravity. They floated up and together. A duo of larger, new, cat-building-chimera entities began to form. Endless details began to take shape, lots of hairs, tubes, electronic bits, everything moving. These two were one on top of another, floating. The top of the top one defined the ceiling of the space I was in, where I was floating.
The duo of chimera giants began to get closer together. to compress, to become thinner. Their bodies were defining the entire space. The space compressed and died.
I saw a super-bizarre, dark, cemetery, with the oddest grave markers. One in particular was shaped like a gray cape and the more I watched it the more it filled out to a woman's body. I could see not spirits but lines of energy/force/colored light rising out of all the graves and up into the sky.
I got focused on the grey cape lady and suddenly was in her room. It was filled with floating and dripping hyperspace objects that stretched, dripped and changed. She was no longer here. This opened up into a bizarre, blurry, orange space that appeared to be a city street corner with a giant pushing a cart and gesticulating like a madman.
Wow! Hyperspace. Yesterday I couldn't get my entheos to work. Today blew me away.
Peace & Love
"But even if nothing lasts and everything is lost, there is still the intrinsic value of the moment. The present moment, ultimately, is more than enough, a gift of grace and unfathomable value, which our friend and lover death paints in stark relief."-Rick Doblin, Ph.D. MAPS President, MAPS Bulletin Vol. XX, No. 1, pg. 2Hyperspace LOVES YOU