I had been told

to just wait at home, and they would come and get me, to take me to a group which specialized in dealing with such tourists as myself.....tourists from another reality. I was sitting on my front porch in mid-morning, when a horse-cab stopped at the curb, and a cheerful sort of fellow stepped down with a sheet of paper in hand.....peering at the paper through wire-rimmed spectacles, he found my name, and asked if I was ready to go get started on my adventure. I told him that I was as ready as I would ever be.....and that I was in his hands. We climbed in the cab, and the driver steered us down the cobbles into a boulevard, and on into increasing traffic.....we rode a while, and entered a finer part of town, stone and brick buildings with imposing faces passed by.....we entered a court through iron gates, and stepped down before marble steps leading into an arched doorway carved about in a fanciful floral style.

The doors were opened for us as we approached, and we entered into a nicely decorated hall, to be greeted by a stately lady of some years....she waved us into a sitting room of some splendor, and indicated that we should wait there. We sat, and in a short time, three bewigged and dark-robed gentlemen, looking like members of some judiciary, or perhaps like university dons, entered the room and sat themselves down in three ornate chairs behind a long table of gleaming waxed woods. The central official studied his papers for a moment, and then addressed me, asking if I was in fact the person who had contracted with a certain adept known to them in a far place to the purpose of being transported and translated from that place to this place, here and now. I replied that I was, and that I was very well pleased thus far with the performance of said contracted obligations, etc.....There were smiles and nods all around, and my guide said that now I could be left in the hands of the Tourist Board, and he took his leave. The chief of the Board called for tea to be brought, and we settled down to business.....

if you can stay safely on the path

you can walk out of your local here and now to the here and now one dimension over....and, when you want to return, you can (they say) merely skip back through your native realm to the realm one step over the other way, and then come in through the back door to right where you left. Well, there might be complications somewhere in all that.....When I got ready to go, it was a full moon Monday, high Summer.....the witchy-woman had cashed my check, and given me my instructions.....I had stopped my mail, just in case the temporal shift was off by a week or so, which happens sometimes.....didn't want to draw any attention to my vacant abode, while I was elsewhere and elsewhen......I had the mistletoe, and the crystal, and the dragonblood all at hand....and, at midnight, I said the Words......and nothing happened. I sat there on the sofa going "crap, damn, fuck....this is a pisser....." I got up and opened the front door....and found myself in a different city....my house looked much the same..... but the street was alien.....old cobblestone was there, not cracked asphalt......the neighborhood was all changed, the other cottages were gone, replaced by what looked like tenements from some past age.....two and three story rambling buildings jammed next to each other.....gaslamps sparsely lit the gloom.....light spilled out of a public house half a block down, where there should be a vacant lot.....drunks stumbled out, singing loudly, waving their bottles, trying to dance, falling down and laughing.....

I went back inside, and noticed that things had changed.....there was no light switch.....a lamp burned on a table.....there was no TV and stereo.....there were more bookcases than there should be, and the bathroom was gone....out back, I could see what must be an outhouse to replace the bathroom....there was a wood-stove in the kitchen....the garments in my closet were of a strange fashion.....in fact, what I was wearing had somehow changed.....I had gone over....

Feeling overwhelmed by the strangeness of it all, I lay down in the bedroom and fell into a deep sleep.....

I awoke at cock's crow.....and visited the jakes, and then searched through the kitchen cupboards, and made myself some oatmeal and tea.....the hand-pump on the kitchen sink delivered cold clear water.....the banked fire in the stove of brick and iron came to life with some fanning and kindling.......I said "This is amazing!" but the words came out in a strange language......

lord of magick and wisdom.

lord of magick and wisdom., originally uploaded by shaman..

fusion power inside your skull

Refer back to earlier proof of heavy-water reactions in the human brain....and go ahead and Google membrane theory and the eleven dimension comprehensive cosmological model, which unifies General Relativity and Quantum Theory.....you can not help but see that there is more to this than meets the eye, Horatio.....or whatever the proper literary reference....there is a whole world to the right of here, and another one to the left....they are very similar to this reality, and also very different.....stars and planets, with their great gravity wells, are strong loci of what is.....so the near realms have sun and moon and stars much like ours....but the devil is in the detail, of course.....these divergent planes of being don't have the same arbitrary physical constants ......time flows faster or slower..... Planck's Constant isn't exactly constant, etc.....the value of Pi might vary? Not sure about that one....anyway....what I want to get at is the idea that there does exist in a brain the capacity to quantum-jump data from one realm to another.....this happens to some of us all the time, when we dream, or day-dream even....probably has something to do with genes, since "powers" in folk-lore seem to be in the blood.....come with me then, to the other side....if you dare......(to be continued)

whole caravans passed through.....

gateway to heaven???... or just to the other side..., originally uploaded by akefaisal.

tea and talk

The clans on the other side of the veil of illusion are ancient almost beyond belief.....while the dinosaurs prowled the mundane, the spiritual cousins lived in high castles, consorting with the dragon-kind, taming unicorns, casting fell spells, etc....And, on occasion, some of the more radical family members would slide across the interface and wander the mundane.....and, one thing leading to another as you might well imagine, the blood of the Old Ones became mixed with the blood of tribes on this side, the world of our common pre-history, and history.

"Our clan traces it's line on your side of reality back to a royal family in the Celtic era in Europe." explains my hostess. "A Druid adept conjured open a doorway between the realms that was so well made that it stayed open for decades....whole caravans came and went, and cultural changes exploded on both sides." she pauses to sip some tea. "And when the gateway failed at the time of the demise of the Arch-Druid, many citizens ended up stranded out of their proper spheres. Of course children resulted from this state of affairs, and so it is that until even this very day some individuals in each generation inherit the ability, and the craving, to cross over....to find the other half of life they feel calling them across space and time."

We went down a path

from the sacred grove to the veranda of the fairy castle, where tea was served by invisible hands. Since, as I mentioned, everything on the other side is rather rarefied, you don't get a lot of substantial food. But you don't miss it much, in your spirit body....except from sheer habit of stuffing the old pie hole I guess. Tea was just that....tea. There was a very light honey to put in the tea, if you liked.....but I didn't see any milk, or cookies, etc.... In fact, the diet is always very light in fairy-land.....no meat at all, and very little of dairy products either....lots of fruit, and berries. Nuts are chopped or pureed, since the rarefied fairy-folk have very delicate teeth....they don't have strong bites at all. You get lots of preserves on lacy wafers, or sometimes scrambled quail egg if you're lucky.....or soup, or porridge. At a formal dinner, you might get angel-hair pasta as the main course, or a souffle of some sort.....anyway, my spirit body lost a lot of weight over there, if that makes any sense.

rarefied

Fairy Princess 16, originally uploaded by craftgirl78-xstitch.

Apparantly

no time passed at all here in my house, while I was gone off into the Blessed Lands, visiting with the spiritual cousins. To my mind, I spent maybe three months transported into another dimension, or however you might want to phrase it....I had found a place online to order some arcane books of spells, and had been able to work some magic and contact some family members on the other side. Not deceased persons who had gone before me or anything like that, but living persons who share my DNA, but in a rarefied form. Which is a good way of putting it actually....everything over there is rarefied compared to this gross condition, here in the 21st century USA......I was able to purchase various herbs, and dig up some roots out in the woods in the county.....and modulate frequencies and manipulate quantum variations in my brain, so that my family over there became aware that one of their own was trying to escape the mundane and achieve a degree of the transcendental. Of course Spirit Land is close to Dream Land, so my first conversations with the cousins took place while I was sleeping. I would wake up in the morning trying to remember what they had said....it took the better part of a year before I got the knack of holding on to what had happened over there, so I could follow the instructions they had given me. But one evening, with a full moon rising, I chanted the spell and drank the draught ......and became transported in spirit to a place that felt much more like home than the place I had left.

My cousins had gathered in the sacred grove around a fairy circle, and were raising their hands on high calling for me to come to them....and I did. All of a sudden I was not sitting on my sofa, I was standing in the middle of their circle, flabbergasted that it had worked! The whole place looked like it had been illustrated by Maxfield Parrish....my cousins looked like .....like the way fairy-folk are usually drawn in romantic books......they clapped their hands in delight, and laughed out loud as my image became more solid before them.

"Welcome!" exclaimed a tall, thin, beautiful, fair-haired woman with very bright blues eyes, dressed in gossamer robes....."Dear cousin from the mundane, we are delighted that you have come to visit!"

"I am twice delighted to be here at last!" I replied.

"Wonderful!" she responded. "Let's go to tea, and talk."