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Make it idiot proof and someone will make a better idiot. —WarMunkey How To Master MATERIALIZATION AND DEMATERIALIZATION Without Even Hardly Breaking A Sweat
Well, if you knew how, you wouldn't have to read this piece, now would you? OK, here are some easy methods for accomplishing this stuff. Remember to do it in the proper order — DE-materialize first, then RE-materialize. CAUTION: don't try this at home, kids. At least not indoors.
The Total Moron's Guide To LEVITATION
To levitate, you need only remain airborne for a period. (Airborne, if you're within an atmosphere; waterborne, if you're submerged; spaceborne, if you're off-planet; etc.) There are many possible paths to successful levitation. Float well, eh? To levitate quickly, jump up. To levitate further, use a trampoline or pogo-stick or spring-shoes. To remain levitated longer, suspend yourself by a rope or cable wrapped around your neck, wrist, ankle, etc. To levitate with science, swallow lots of steel and stand under a giant electromagnet. Or stand in a changed-particle beam until your photons are sufficiently energized. Or convince the aliens to give you an antigravity sled. To levitate with ethnobotany, prepare Witch's Balm or other compounds containing solanaceous alkaloids, which send you up in the air. To levitate with psychobiology, consume enough LSD to hold you aloft when you jump out a window. To otherwise levitate chemically, consume large quantities of helium. To levitate without external aids, grow wings. Or study and master Yoga and/or other disciplines that give you total control of yourself and your local environment. Or negotiate with infernal entities who'll grant you the power of levitation in exchange for your soul or some other trifle. That's all there is to it! METAPHYSICAL MEDITATION For Total Focking Morons
To Begin a Meditation: Lock the eyelid-doors and shut out the wild dance of tempting senses. Drop your mind into the bottomless well of your heart. Hold the mind on your heart that is bubbling with life-giving blood. Keep your attention tied to the heart, until you feel its rhythmic beat. With every heartbeat feel the pulse of almighty Life. Picture the same all-pervading Life knocking at the heart-door of millions of human beings and of billions of other creatures. The heart-throb constantly, meekly announces the presence of Infinite Power behind the doors of your awareness. The gentle beat of all-pervading Life says to you silently, "Do not receive only a little flow of My life, but expand the opening of thy feeling-powers. Let Me flood thy blood, body, mind, feelings, and soul with My throbs of universal life." What, you say that won't work for you because you're a Cyborg with no heart, no blood, no eyelids, just servomechanisms and synthetic lubricants? Well, BUMMER, dewd! I guess you'll have to meditate by jiggering your electrodes or something. Try shutting down your power supply. For everybody else, the next step is to get loose, unhitch your emotional inhibitions, expand across your mental boundaries, get your passport stamped by the spiritual border guards after their bomb-sniffing dogs have inhaled your flatulence, and BOOGIE. Good old Paramahansa Yogananda sez: To Awaken Mental Freedom: Sit still with a straight spine. Cover up your fidgety eyeballs with the sheets of your eyelids. Hold them still. Then loosen your mind from the consciousness of body-weight. Relax the nerve-strings that are attached to the heavy muscles and bones of your body. Forget the consciousness of carrying a heavy bundle of bones tied in the thick cloth of flesh. Rest. Free your mind from the consciousness of a beast of burden. Do not think of your body-load, but feel your soul untied from the constant material quality of heaviness. Mentally race in your fancy's airplane above, beneath, left, right, in infinity, or wherever you want to go. Feel and meditate on this, your mental freedom from your body. Dream, dwell, and feel this body-aboveness when sitting still; the consciousness of freedom will constantly increase. Hey, this could get scarey! Your mind could just float away, your soul could be caught in a cosmic wind and devoured by the rat-demons of Zeta Centauri. Maybe you'd better just visualize a quiet place: a meadow, a tree, a pond, a gentle stream, a rat-demon creeping out from behind a rock... whoops. You don't want to go THERE. So, back to the tree. Think about the tree. Your mind IS the tree, ever-branching, leaves whispering in the breeze, all that shit. You're quiet. You utter the soothing mantra: OM - OM - RANGE Now you're there. Now you're ready to start directing your meditation. Visualize yourself as you want to be: thinner, taller, better-dressed, less flatulent, richer. But maybe visualization alone isn' achieving results. So now you can start to pray. Here are some possible metaphysical prayers:
You get the idea. Ask your invisible friend(s) for help because you're such a weasley wimp and focking moron that you have no idea how to structure your own life in a positive way. As long as you can admit your multitudinous shortcomings to yourself, and the your invisible friend(s), fine. Just don't hide anything. You CAN'T hide anything. Don't even try. TIME TRAVEL: A User's Guide
Before using the DE2kTM for the first time, familiarize yourself with all the controls and features. See the attached card for diagrams of the layout. And pay special heed to the following precautions:
But don't let those limitations and warnings put you off — in most conditions, the DE2kTM will give you almost endless opportunities for fun. Here are a few suggestions for journeys you can take:
These are just a few ideas — the possibilities are endless! Have fun. |
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GREAT WHITE LIGHT
I woke up groggy with some loud sounds outside Voices raised and swirls of color and smoke Movements like a thousand carousel rides And killer clowns with candy shotguns that spoke [chorus] And all washed over by the great white light, the great white light And when I see the light I think of you, think of you, think of you I looked out groggy at the great white light It seeme to come from the sky, from the sea God in three persons, me myself and I A burning bush, a burning man, a burning tree [chorus] I woke up groggy with my bed on fire Musta been some kind of cosmic overload I woke up fast with my head all wrapped in wire Just another dance on the radio road [chorus] [bridge:] Mix all the colors together, you end up with white Take all the colors away, you still get white The great white light is everything and nothing Everything and nothing, everything and nothing... I woke up groggy with my clown mask on A bloody knife held in every hand I'd turned into one of those damn killer clowns Playing standup with the red angel band [chorus] [instrumental] [bridge:] Take all the blood away, you end up with white Mix the blood together, you're still wrapped in white The whole human blood is everything and nothing Everything and nothing, everything and nothing... [instrumental] [repeat first verse] ORIENTEERING EXERCISE He seeks comfort wherever he can find it He crawls into her pouch at night He takes nourishment from her sweet flesh They're symbiotic on many levels There's give and take and take and give She pumps survival wherever she can push it She takes him in, she forms his fate Initiates him in the old mysteries Reworks his biochemical programming And does some incredible engineering Maybe she gangs up with a sister or two Probably he's not as safe as he thinks Likely someone's devouring someone There're drained husks walking the rain-slicked streets Some cry for love, some cry for meat We lose our reflections in clouds of ash He finds her pouch with a map and compass She finds him with computationals |
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