posted on Aug, 15 2009 @ 07:59 PM
let me tell you a story :
let me tell you a story
6 tiny bits of carbide .
they are cutting tools for powerful CNC lathes or milling machines .
each with perfectly smooth edges 17. 5 degree's on all their sides .
each chip of carbide equualaterial triangle is no more than 1/2 inch on its largest dimension .
they are all only 1/8 of an inch thich .
frankly speaking , the only thing uncommon about them , found in any machine shop is the tip that will do the actual cutting
... and for me ... that is the only part that makes no diffrence at all .
I take the six ' cutting tool inserts ' and put them togather into a ' tetrahedron '.
after I wash them in braker cleaner , heat then in the oven to dry them ,
useing copper transformer wire , I build 10 to 20 of these tetrahedron's , as I ware perfectly dry latex rubber gloves , afraid
of anything like oil , water , cleaning fluid to contaminate them .
then just befor I drop them one at a time into a cup of into liguid hydrogen each tiny point , gets a drop of water.
three tiny , not even a drop , then slowly into the frozen world of clouds swerling around .
I know from experiance that half of these will crack or explode ...
if the water seals all of the edges completely , it will explode , any tiny flaw in the carbide , and they will crack as
the heat rush's from them .
with a tiny bit of luck , and a bit of care...
of 20 attempt , I will get 7 or 8 tiny black tetrahedrons filled with hydrogen.
the nitrogen in the air will seal the exits then spray with watervapor in a near perfect vaccum to build up a shell
this is maddness...
the frozen water is thousands of times stronger than steel at these temptures .
but inside the tiny carbide tetrahedrons , the hydrogen flashs back to a gas at 10,ooo psi and greater only the water
keeps it contained .
back to the freezer , neatly held in a color tag'd row , base ball size white balls of ice ,till they explode... I
have no more than 1 hour , may be two .
I lay down in water no more than 7 or 8 inch's deep , in a black box made of concrete surrounded by white noise .
and go thru the steps to lucide dreaming...
suddenly leaping into my out of body being...
I think " go , I don't have time , go now ! "
red has broken , yellow never filled with hydrogen , white has water in a frosty crystal that fills more than half the
inner tetrahedron , blue is perfect for a moment and then suddenly cracks .
then in to the green tag'd tetrahedron ...
reaching in with my mind ...
smaller and smaller I go into the 30,000 psi hydrogen gas .
as the atoms create a latis of tetrahedrons ... rumbling and humming , bumping and buzzing .
slowing down time in my mind ... rushing faster and faster , opening up in the minds eye this tiny place between the atom
finding that place where the void is .
' oh god , this is going to hert '
reach in with the mind traveler , smaller and smaller ...
then boom , it blooms , the rush , the flash , ash , nothingness .
that place befor the big bangs change , that space when their is no change for eternity , only one singularity .
the blackness is the absense of the posiblity of color , tint or shade ... even black or white are illusions that do not
size is meaningless .
only the reach of infinity with out any point of change , uniform infinitly.
time is meaningless . there is not even nothing , for nothing has the posiblity of a something , any point that is not
the same as any other , eternaly .
my very soul quakes , mind brakes , pain would be better than the harm of this solitary howling of oneness .
the burning flames of hell would be a comfort in the solitary oneness of this void .
for eternity or a moment , no diffrence my knowing can feel... I scream " I look into the void ! , into it I know! ,
their is the void ! , their is my knowing it! their are two ! "
again the blast , the boom , the flash ... and a rush of all the mind can hold .... the history of all time and space ,
the wonders of reality take place .
remembering , remembering of memorys , of what flash in my mind , all the flooding of visions of coming back to who
I am in my space / time .
ice miles thick , the birth of atoms in an exploding sun , swerling galaxy's , gray buildings fade and decay in a land
with out people , mastidons wander , rivers roar , trees bloom and grow like grass in time laps ...
remembering , remembering a memory , of something like a dream that I know is real .
all time rush's past me in a flash . and all I can hold are tiny fragments , like items from a lost civilization .
random and meaningless with out context , point of veiw , or explanation ...
I lay in the isolation chamber in my garage for more than an hour .
I know that all my frozen tetrahedrons will be broken by this time , I talk into my recorder for more than two hours
discribing what I remember as quickly as I can , knowing full well that nothing will remain when I see daylight , feel the
water drip on my skin .
dry my self off and return to the living of a life not so diffrent from any other ...
with one tiny exception...
I walk in knowing .
I have seen into a future , reached into the past , have spent time where a void is that reveals secrets that no one
will understand .
I am so terribly alone , hold me close , keep back the void with me , we travelers togather keep back the void , you and
we collectivly scream into the void , I know , there is the void , and there is knowing... there is two...
two or more of we , thinking , knowing being..
souls keeping back the power of the void ...
screaming against the emptyness .
souls keeping open this sanctuary called reality against the howling emptyness of the void .
warning : if you find your self in " the knowing of void " , brake its grip by duality , there are two , knowing and the