Bob Craig The 2River View, 7.3 (Spring 2003)

Mysterion

1

Instantly
The panorama of buildings
Sky
Water
Trees
Acquired a sense of intrinsic rightness

Shedding
A remarkably unshakable
Assumption
Preconception
Precognition:

That I am separated from you by a skin suit.

There is not a single type of awareness
No on or off signal
Nothing controlled by a switch,
While everything recedes from view
In the wake of such encounters.

2

It all can turn sour
Complete with loss
Or obliteration of space/time
Like a temporal-lobe seizure
jump-starting the journey,

Or a mental error
Probing logical thinking,

Like a random thing not being connected
Or not having ultimate meaning.

3

Fantasy-prone
Generating vivid visual images
Like a dissociator who readily forgets

Sensations of floating
Flying
Being separate and alone

A limitless sea
Sounds as colors
Enormous mental calm

A visual flight
A fall through air
A jump into an opening in the earth

Feeling dizzy
Overcome by change
Pressed down by the weight of Presence

Like big
When applied to a fly
Not an elephant

Or great
When applied to excitement
Or disgust

Nonconceptual thinking
Discussed in words

The discovery of a larger reality
Even brokered by tens of billions of brain cells
Is a useful fiction.

4

The sky
And the river
Were just as blue
As before
The trees
just as green
The buildings
Just as gray
And dingy.

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