High Strangeness and Low Expectations

"He sees angels in the architecture, 
Spinning in infinity"

~ Paul Simon, from "Call Me Al" ~

Mrs. Riddle once stunned us all by breaking into a Broadway tune, right out of the blue: "Who will buy this wonderful morning? Such a sky you never did see. Who will tie it up with a ribbon and put it in a box for me?". It was right at the beginning of class, 7th grade English, which if I am not mistaken would have put it at the tail end of the Summer of Love, in 1967. Mrs. Riddle was our English teacher, who would often answer our queries by saying, "What's it to ya?". She taught me so much! 

There was one other teacher, five years later, who broached that surreal territory of what it means to actually be alive, what it actually feels like to be alive. That would be Mark Gillette, my first of three U.S. Government teachers in my senior year at Coral Shore High School in Tavernier, Florida, down at the tail end of Key Largo. Mr. Gillette was a professed fan of Tom and Jerry cartoons. He told us seniors that Tom and Jerry was the most accurate portrayal of human society that he could hope to show us. I was just about to turn eighteen, an unavoidable occurrence that very nearly sent me to Viet Nam. I registered for the Selective Service six months late, luckily avoiding penalty, and the draft was suspended just as I found out that my draft lottery number was 10. Which means I would, for sure, go to war. 

Just last week I came across a strange but hauntingly beautiful blog by Dan Mitchell: "Well of High Strangeness". I had nary a week to peruse his blog before the whole thing just vanished from blogspot.com. What instantly endeared me to Dan Mitchell's writing was his eloquent discussions and descriptions of what he called Mundus Imaginalis. Now, I've always called it The Dreamtime. Or Faerie. Or Hilbert Space. Maybe even, on occasion, the Imaginal World. It is what old Tio Carlos Castaneda called the Nagual, or "the left side of awareness".

I've been dealing with that realm for years now, much to my benefit, safety, and survival. It's all about consciousness, kids. Keep an eye on Dr. Eban Alexander in the coming months. I became aware of this Other World right after, and as a result of, my Near Death Experience (NDE) back in the late winter of '83-'84. Twas a dream that showed it to me. In that dream I was shown that any material situation in this living and breathing world also has a "back door". Also what was shown to me is that some humans who know about this "back door" consider it to be private territory. In that dream, or rather as an educational update analysis at the tail-end of that dream, I learned that what I had just experienced was not a dream in the conventional sense. In that non-conventional dream I confronted a man who was married to a dear friend. I reached him by climbing hundreds of meters of rickety wooden stairs which took me to the back door of his soul. This guy was somehow connected to the Medellin Drug Cartel. The upshot of the dream was that the guy was appalled that I would use non-ordinary, or paranormal, means to look in on the welfare of a woman whom I loved, and still love, like a soul sister.

I'm not sure how I got on this riff this morning. It's Friday and I gotta go to work at noon, having dutifully cleaned the living room and the second bathroom before I go. I do know that this is a cryptic response to Jane Odin's comment on the previous blog entry. "Danger, Will Robinson!!". The mysterious event I was referring to in that post evoked an unexpected reaction from me. I took a situation in which I felt I was being accused of a illegal act in stride. I don't rightly know why people do some of the sh*t that they do, but I do recognize rhetoric, and I am intimately aware of the difference between rhetoric, truth, and for that matter, actuality. It's kinda like rain in that you know when your skin gets wet via precipitation.

Maybe this is just a generational difference? A brother insulted me. Usta be that was considered an insult. What do these kids call it nowadays? A game? 


I swear, sometimes I begin to believe that the world is peopled with solipsists! 

Bath time!!!