| Time Travel in Paris Source : http://www. Author : spacewrangler Published on : August 04, 2008 |
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2am. Dark. Listening to a live bootleg show of Widespread Panic at the Chesterfield Cafe in Paris, March 28, 1998. One or 2 big puffs of standard leaf with a sprinkle of 10x. Laid back on a soft couch. Felt the room fold in on me a bit (listenig to the song Four Cornered Room), then a spinning vortex appeared which seems to be a kaleidoscope (sic) of planes of conciousness/time. As it was getting up to speed, and I felt the gravity like pull of it. It was pulling me into a standig position. All of a sudden I felt the presence of many other people (perhaps the small crowd that was audible on the CD). They could see me trying to get up, to join them. They encouraged me and asked me to say something or clap to do something to let them know that I was there. I did acknowledge them(her?) and called outloud. Then I felt pulled back to this reality as I was thinking I might wake my wife (I should have had her sit for me).
There was a feeling like I was passed out in that bar in France and my friends were trying to revive me and sort of laughing / clapping / encouraging/welcoming me into the ""club"". It was like I was being let in on the joke, but I didn't quite get it. Or like it was a surprise birthday party,but I just didn't quite wake up to realize it was my birthday and that I was the center of attention.
I came back when the song transitioned into another called, Chilly Water. So I took a drink that I had next to me and reflected on the feelings. I so believe that I was a step or two away from joining that crowd back in 1998 in Paris. And that this Matrix-likek reality absolutely exists and I am one of the lucky ones to know how to get there. So soon I will make a venure for a level 5. Not sure if I will try to get to the same place or not. I thought about trying to get several people to listen and try at around the same time (across country) to see if we can help eachother get in. My desire would be to transcend time within my own night dreams. But, one step at a time... |