Psi and Psychedelics - Paranthropology - Weebly

PARANTHROPOLOGY: JOURNAL OF ANTHROPOLOGICAL APPROACHES TO THE PARANORMAL VOL. 2 NO. 2
after the last kettledrum Vidar places the
drum next to the couch. Silently we watch
the medicine hoops. Slowly things
become lucid, crystal clear even, as if a
heavy fog has lifted. I receive new
insights, or are they an expansion of my
swirling thoughts? The latest wisdom tells
me without blinking why I have the
necessary confrontations and why I have
been searching all my life.
“You’re too big for this world,” a
voice says, giving me wings. My
impatience, my irritations, the recent
feeling of flying up the walls are caused
by living in a limited world. Vidar told me
the other day and now I hear it from a
different angle.
This encounter is different from the
latter. It is in one word sen-sa-tio-nal, I
feel mag-ni-fi-cent with long howls,
marvelous, delightful. Just plain heaven.
Like a bee rolling in honey. This is
addictive, I conclude with a growing grin.
The first time I blurted out everything that
came to mind, but today I am relaxed, no
one can touch me.
I get up and something catches my
eye! My attention is drawn to a spot in
front of me, beneath the red medicine
hoop. Drops of ink burst into pieces on
the floor. I gasp in amazement,
bewilderment and magnificence – all at
once. I wet my lips. It is fantastic to see.
Vidar sees it too. Intrigued I look at the
spectacle that is different after every drop.
The drops burst into pieces and quickly
run like small insect-like species forward
to end up somewhere in nothingness,
where the spectacle starts all over again. I
could watch this for the rest of my life. I
lean forward further and further, if I
watch carefully, minute little worms crawl
up from the floor, they are taken by a
glue-ish transparent liquid gliding across
the floor in a flowing movement. It is so
amazing; I am little more than a junk,
because I only want more.
“Oh, it’s so beautiful,” I rave with a
hiccup and a laugh. Vidar looks and
watches me like a happy father taking his
child to the movies for the first time.
“I’m always in this mood and you are
learning to do this on your own,” he says
satisfied.
I am not waiting for his comments,
they disturb me, I just want to enjoy
myself carelessly. With great effort I force
myself to look whether there is more
going on around me. Rapidly I first look
to the left and then to the right beneath the
other medicine hoops. I look again. To my
utter amazement,
I discover there is nothing
happening around me and I yell, “It’s only
happening here!” Embarrassed I start
laughing at the same time.
“Correct,” Vidar says dry. I laugh
even harder. What does he know? With
squinted eyes I look again to the left, and
to the right and then in front of me
beneath the red medicine hoop and
wonder why it is only happening there.
Only when I question it aloud, I realize it
is nonsense. Effortlessly, Vidar shifts to
my perspective, which I found out later
when he says that at that particular
moment I separated reality from my
totality. He saw that I saw the space
surrounding the red medicine hoop had
been fixated. What a gift. I easily
separated reality without having to do
anything in return.
“Have you tried closing your
eyes?” Vidar asks, trying to excite me for
something new.
Irritated, I ignore his suggestion,
and at the same time, I am annoyed with
myself because I am unable to speak
22 PARANTHROPOLOGY: JOURNAL OF ANTHROPOLOGICAL APPROACHES TO THE PARANORMAL