A Billions Years of Science or Worship Will Never Find It

The Experience Machine

“We can no more experience the world ‘prediction and expectations free’ than we could surf without a wave” - The Experience Machine

A few moons ago under the cool breeze of an east coast sky, I dissolved into the everything. I was whisked away from the universe and became the dreamer with a thousand lovers. I surveyed all of time, a Construct, and fell in love with myself and all my myriad faces. I became space and something else beyond it. Both everything and nothing. I became the paradox at the heart of creation. Out of time, I slowly slipped back in, as I could slowly feel the weight of reality taking its grip and the dream reasserting itself into an identity. I had become The Vikid Truth and the Being that had inhabited this body before that.

In this place of being two and many more I could feel the aliveness of rocks, the sun rays gently stroking my face, alive and holy.

The world asserted itself. Relationships, family, business, cashflow troubles, clients with impossible requirements. However the demand most urgent and repressive was that of the body. I had emotions and desires that I could not resist, gluttony and other deadly sins, ravaged me. An homage to Icarus.

Whether it was food or some other poison, I could not get enough. Insatiable desire. The Vikid Truth was placed into a trap of his own making. My many levels of consciousness at once knew the trap had been set by some other aspect of myself, which remained hidden but also somehow, right in front of me. There was something I needed to digest before flying off into that dimensionless glowing orb.

The achievements of great Yogi’s and Prophets had no longer had any meaning to me. Even the God’s they worshiped were nothing more than an aspect of my own dreams. There had never been anything but the self. A great construction bigger than all of eternity and the infinite was nothing but the smallest of specks. The Self was a self-prophecizing tsunami.

Both the scientific mind and its complementary spirit were constructions. Philosophy was idle play. Meditation was a self induced trance, useful when nothing stronger could be ingested. Minds chasing their own creations.

The subatomic particle of creation was a dimensionless field that produced consciousness and everything within it. It took nothing (especially credit), thus was invisible as a function of its grace. A billions years of science or worship would never find it.