“Suddenly you’re ripped into being alive. And life is pain, and life is suffering, and life is horror, but my god you’re alive and it’s spectacular.” ~ Joseph Campbell
Questing holds a sacred function. When we become too comfortable and content. When we’ve stopped growing. When our worlds feel like wastelands. It is time to hit the road.
Our sojourn is over. It is time to continue the quest. As Shimon Edelmen said, “The seeker after happiness returns home, only to become restless and eventually succumb to the lure of a new journey…When fishing for happiness, catch and release.” Indeed.
We catch the precious sojourn, appreciate it for what it has taught us, and then we release it, thus falling back into the sacred journey.
Because we are an aspect of the cosmos, our will and our good at the deepest level are part of the unfolding of the cosmos. Sometimes all we have to do in order to face our fears is to do like Christ did, who simply said, “take up your bed and walk.” The journey restores the balance between nature & psyche and we are transformed by it.
With that said, allow me to take you on a soul-bending, spirit-twisting, mind-jousting voyage down the rabbit hole, through the wormhole, and into a heightened state of awareness where you’re able to poke holes in all things.
Do not doubt the immense power of your imagination. The only thing faster than the speed of light is imagination. You can imagine yourself orbiting the North Star considerably faster than the North Star’s light takes to reach you. Nothing is too small or too big for your imagination.
Nothing is too finite or too infinite. Like Walt Whitman said, “I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journey-work of the stars; and the pismire is equally perfect.” Down the rabbit hole we go. Let’s begin.
“The journey between what you once were and who you are now becoming is where the dance of life really takes place.” ~ Barbara Deangelis
Can you feel it? The broken compasses floating by? The spinning bifocals? The alarm clocks blaring “wakeup call!” all in unison? The buckling bones of descent? God’s debris? It’s all there, completely incomplete in this terribly beautiful fall through nothingness.
But wait. Nothingness is where all things come from. Nothingness is the birth pangs of somethingness. Who you once were is a tiny white dot above you. Who you are now becoming is an infinite rabbit hole below you.
Your thoughts race: “What about my job?” “What about my bills?” “What about my faith?” “What about all my precious things things things?” But there’s no time for such thoughts. Like Eckhart Tolle suggested, “Here is a new spiritual practice: Don’t take your thoughts too seriously.” Indeed. This is a rabbit hole.
There’s not even time for Time. And, really, time doesn’t exist anyway, whether in the real world or in a rabbit hole. The rabbit hole just happens to put the illusion of time into better perspective. Here, seriousness is sacrificed to authenticity.
You’re between worlds, after all. You’re all worlds and none. You’ll never be freer than you are here. Each inhale is an exhale. Each exhale is an inhale. Life is death. Death is life. So what it’s all just a temporary altered state of consciousness induced by the fall? So what, it’s a transcendent state relative to the “ordinary” “sober” “reality?”
Everything is especially brilliant and intense for a reason. You’re spiraling out. You needed this. You needed new eyes –Over Eyes. You needed this sacred fall through the interconnection of all things in order to correct faulty perception and unlearn wrong habits and opinions. In order to see how everything is connected to everything else. In order to tap the cornerstone.
Can you feel it? The jutting roots of the Absolute? The ancient wound? The rich, blacker-than-black darkness surrounding you. The primordial womb? Fall, sweet Alice. Fall, darling Neo. There are Wonderlands and Deserts of the Real to be explored. There are banal realities to transcend. There’s vital adventure to be had.
“Every act of perception, is to some degree an act of creation, and every act of memory is to some degree an act of imagination.” ~ Gerald M. Edelman
At the “bottom” of your fall there is a door. In order to continue the journey you’ll need to open this door which leads into the mysterium tremendum et fascinans (the awe-inspiring, mesmerizing mystery). Upon opening the door, you are sucked into a soul-stretching wormhole.
Here, there is magic –big magic, ancient magic, new magic. There’s unbounded imagination. There’s buckling infinities and burgeoning finitudes. There’s broken clocks the size of moons. There’s eclipses casting shadows into Planck lengths larger than Time. There’s you perceiving yourself perceiving yourself perceiving yourself… ad infinitum. It’s a glorious expansion.
This is the multiversal asterism of all passageways; the Tao of all gateways; the threshing of all thresholds; the path of infinite crux; the eternal entrance to the zone of magnified power. Here, you are the mighty Zyzygy, splitting the multiverse between universes.
Where Time eats Time. Where all finite rabbit holes become infinite Rabbit Wholes. Where the space between the forethought of Moon is juxtaposed with the afterthought of Sun. Where hard stars are worn down by soft gravity.
You’re Einstein on a photon breaching cosmos. It’s all passing by at the speed of light squared. It’s all magic. It’s all yours to wield like a macroscopic-maestro manipulating operatic music. It’s your symphony, your song and dance, your assonance and dissonance. So dance.
Surf the soul-stream. Pierce the veil. Slice open the underbellies of stars and swim through the crucible of star guts. Suck the marrow straight out of the Big Bang. Master it all with the over-eyes you gained from the rabbit hole, and bare witness as the eye with which you perceive God, is the same eye with which God perceives you (Eckhart).
“The true transformation in the journey comes when you see the amazing beauty of the place in which you are trapped. This is the vision of the vision quest. You embrace the pain, discard your concerns about death, and then the world opens up to you.” ~ Laurence Gonzales
Wormhole memories are like a magic red pill in your head. You’ve plucked the great mystery. You’ve stolen fire from the gods and now your Promethean heart is overflowing. What to do now?
Now it’s time to sidestep all pigeonholes. Now it’s time to poke holes. After descending through the rabbit hole and tapping the cornerstone, after ascending through the wormhole and touching the philosopher’s stone; now it’s time to make damn sure your magic doesn’t become pigeonholed.
And the best way to do that is to poke holes despite authority and in spite of the so called powers that be.
Like Chuck Palahniuk said, “Big Brother isn’t watching. He’s singing and dancing. He’s pulling rabbits out of a hat… He’s making sure you’re always distracted. He’s making sure you’re fully absorbed. He’s making sure your imagination withers. Until it’s as useful as your appendix… With everyone’s imagination atrophied, no one will ever be a threat to the world.”
Don’t allow the powers that be to hold your attention so much that your imagination atrophies. Laugh at them instead. Mock them instead. With your imagination in full-flame and your sense of humor in full-flutter.
Turn the tables. Poke holes into their pigeonholes of power. Poke holes until power leaks out like rain. Keep poking holes until it floods the world. And then teach people how to swim.
This is the way it has been done since time immemorial. We’ve just forgotten what time had to teach us. Power wills itself. Power magnifies itself. And, as Lord Acton warned, “Power tends to corrupt, and absolute power corrupts absolutely.”
That is, unless there are those who have the capacity to keep power in check. To teach power how to expiate itself. You have that power. You’ve tapped the cornerstone! You’ve touched the philosopher’s stone!
You survived the rabbit hole. You survived the wormhole. Now it’s your absolute responsibility to dodge all pigeonholes and to poke holes in all constructs of power; to include, especially, your own.