For Lilian and the Indigos - Above Top Secret

DMT: REFERENCE IMAGE FOR THE PUZZLE OF THE
COSMOS
How does one describe the ineffable and why would one want to? Isn't the attempt
oxymoronic or paradoxical? Yet I'm typing. You're never going to pinpoint God=GUT
with an equation either! What if Space was made of Language? Could you then assert
that "those who know do not say" holds when their very existence says it all? Sometimes
people who know DO SAY because there is nothing left to do. Indeed Creation is
spawned by boredom... God loves Novelty and Complexity and Earth, well...some'd say
there is bit much these days.
The best way to know is through association. This means being multidisciplined,
recognizing what is to be taken exoterically and esoterically. To know that ANY given
take on reality is first and foremost metaphor and observer dependent. The true seeker is
the ultimate skeptic. Do you see Michael Shermer (Of Skeptic magazine) doing a heroic
dosage of anything? I'm skeptical of his fear of the unknown and lack of curiosity, why
he needs to do backseat science.
I unapologetically write in a non-linear and fragmented way to stress that what I'm
writing about is also non-linear and fragmented. This demands correlation between
otherwise distinct memesets and mixing of metaphors. The universality of mathematical
bases and geometry is the obvious start to correlating any and all systems. Math,
however, is not the be all, end all, as numbers lack the context letters provide. Why do we
see "our" event horizon or transition brane as a flowing mass of archetypal letters and
characters? Why did the shaman see twin serpents that look like DNA strands? Cuz they
were.
We are dealing with the border between (linear time & mass) and (static time & form)
We are dealing with the Holosyntactical Gematria of the Quantum Computer called space
We are dealing with the scale-invariant self-similarity of a Fractaline Branefall
...A memescape where novelty peaks in the mechanics of a mental/physical phase shift.
Not the thermal kind.
I read a book years ago called Fool on the Hill by Matt Ruff and experienced a fictional
story taking place in locales that I had been to in real life, specifically Cornell University
campus and downtown Ithaca, NY. The normal ability to conjure imagery was replaced
with actual imagery and the story became that much more real. So it is when reading
accounts of DMT trips. Short of popping through the membrane into hyperspace the
description of the experience is consistent with my psilocybin, mescaline and LSD trips.
What is obvious after having read or being told of the DMT experience dozens of times is