posted on Dec, 27 2012 @ 06:43 PM
reply to post by SplitInfinity
Go in peace, brother. Your path is not my path.
The first time I tried to cross the land of the dead, I was 10. My Ka was older than I was. I had no idea where or what I was and I was afraid. The
second time I journeyed there I was 19, and my Ka was the same as he was the first time. It was then I realized that he was me, and I reveled in the
duality of it. He and I went down into "Last Chance" and played Russian Roulette with Chinese Bullfighters until we finally won. We celebrated for
years, and -- still -- I couldn't make the crossing. I was too in love with my self.
The next time I found myself in the wilderness, I was 26. I observed the parade of infinities and took note of their permutations, but I didn't try
to cross. Instead -- I sat down and breathed it all in. The universe is old, you know, and impossibly dusty and full of old trails. I didn't follow
any, and my Ka mocked me for my reluctance. After a very long time, I realized he was gone, and what remained was a sense that my double had always
been part of my ego, and nothing more. Eventually -- I got up and made my way back down the path to my life.
I go there often now. It's not just the place of the little death anymore. It's more the space between them. But even that doesn't do the concept
justice, and why should it? I am a finite creature, in a physical body, and my words are just the baggage I am always trying to sneak into the
overhead compartment. The thing is: there is no journey. An earlier poster told the OP that the next time he goes, it will be easy to get back to
where he left off the time before. There is wisdom in that, but even it is just a fractured part of a broken hologram. Eventually -- he'll move
beyond where he left off, and transcend the wilderness entirely. Even then, he can always come back here and tell us about his adventures, because the
real part has long since moved beyond the trying and the telling. Where do you think ideas come from?
The distance is dreaming. We are already there right now.