Ineffable Ontological Detanglement .: Introspective Assistance & Mental Analysis Manual
Any and all transcendence will do it for you, if you've clicked onto "There's something and it's real, something, something is real." even if what you think is real is not really what's real, you have enough to become something else. If it's false, to the outside... In some ways you're better, in some ways you're worse. It depends which false. If all you did in this moment was declare spiritual interest but most certainly not religion, you did it correctly, you're within true transcendence. However it's still mysterious to you, you don't know it, you only feel it. You're something else, but you're not quite there.
Proper transcendence into the one true psychedelic faith is the one that makes it the actual transformative experience. If you are lucky enough to find the little secret brain click available only to an enlightened person on psychedelics of high art music tonal resonance becoming you, that's the one that really hits you. That's the one that makes you everything transcendence can do for you. That's the one that invites you into our secret covert club of never revealing our names never speaking to each other on the internet, you just know this is one of those people... They're doing that thing with their avatar and screen name, they put their listening experience into the same format, we've all made the same introspective associations, we've all seen each other doing this, we all know what happened to you. You became life is an art, whether you're with the others or alone in your room you understand you are to be your life art drama at all times in your every expression and you're just comfortable with that, everyone is art, everything is art, the answer is pantheism, we know to the purest of certain, we know we're the purest of sane, we keep it a secret, we know we're confirming this for each other in the perfect precise manner in which we all keep it a secret. We're artists. The answer to everything lies within the beauty of everything. Everything must be art. Everything. Godspeed You! Black Emperor says bring the end.
Oh I see, now I get it. The mysterious image of some of these artists. Boards of Canada has to go off and live on a psychedelic commune. We know too much. Yes, Boards of Canada was one of mine and then became my main one long before I knew I was any of the things I am. Yes O Beautiful Death started coming together a good two years before I knew I was any of the things I am.
You become a creator of this art on psychedelics... That's where you really understand you are God. It's a tap... It's a tap into the underside of consciousness. Me? God? Yes, me God, me an expression of God. My guitar pedals... My computer sequencer software... Is doing... Things... They were not supposed to do... Whatever level of chosen I happen to fancy myself does not matter in these moments. It's an expression. We know what we are. We have to keep it a secret. It's pretty rare to even say it to each other. You can speak of your moments... Creating your art... On psychedelics... Both of you understand.
Is it... Sometimes. It. It's my will. Sometimes. It's my will. Sometimes. It's. It feels like it's a glitch in the software. There it is, hard confirm, I see it, I'm looking right at it, that's a GLITCH in the software. I'm looking at the clock on my sequencer... 1:11, 3:33, 5:55, 2:22... Eighty seven times within four hours? Two hundred times? Every single time it's given the opportunity do display itself? No, I don't... Have any sort of... Subconscious... Click awareness... Of when this is sup-sup-o....
Yes, we both believe in 11:11. That much we'll say. I know it in your eyes when you say it.
I know it in your day to day behaviour that we both did it. I see you, I see you when we're on psychedelics.
You don't usually say it. You find people willing to say it on the internet. They fly off with it... You don't want to be that. You know you see it, you know you don't get to say it to anybody, you have a mind outside of susceptibility to confirmation bias, you know that. You explored it all by yourself, you likely cried psychosis, you found logical confirmation. You know you don't get to say it. You know with one of your own... You get to say that much. You get to go as far as this. I believe in 11:11. Hello mysterious other person.
No, no I never even presented "I know, because of the beauty of everything on psychedelics." to my early readers. I presented everything but that, I presented everything that proves it except that. Because I'm an artist? Because when you're me, it slips into the background, it's only natural. I know, because of the beauty of everything on psychedelics. Why would I ever present my subjective enlightenment? It's just my natural state of being, I'm not presenting my subjective enlightenment, why would I even think it? I hope they find it on their own. Feelings... Of beauty Feelings... Of academic concepts... Why would I ever think it? Present it beautiful and hope they find it.
You can see it in a high art appreciator, the proper high art appreciator. They fall into a mindset, in a lot of ways it becomes their expression. Somebody who knows what they're looking at can see the sophistication of their mind simply in the manner in which they present themselves. They've come part way there, they can somewhat pull it off atheistically however it does not become them properly unless they believe in a deity, all the better if they believe in themselves as an expression of this deity. It will happen to indie rock people however it's a lot more than just dressing indie rock, certain forms of electronic music people, it's more likely to happen to classical music people, obviously it's most likely to happen to the people who appreciate the mind tap music however to those who have done it on a psychedelic we now see how you're simply an emulation of everything you are capable of becoming.
Whichever level of psychedelic enlightenment you've hit, you have no choice but to look down on the others, they're annoying, you don't get to tell them. You just let them operate outside of you, they don't mean anything to you. You're still psychedelic, you still help them out when they need it and you're not forcing it, you're still reasonably nice to them, but you have hidden psychonautic secrets. You're generic drugs hippie. Something about you is mysterious. No it's not real none of that is real, doesn't matter, go away. Go away society. Fuck society, man. We see some of you are pretty enlightened, we're not looking down on you at all, but we do have things we can't tell you. Yes, they're... A useful tool. Yes. A useful tool for introspection.
I hit phase one at nineteen, the first time I took a large dose of psilocybin. I instantly became my life mission, the moment delivered to me was too perfect, my new friend Travis going on about the glory of trying to explain the universe on psychedelics, every now and then hinting at the psychonautic secrets I would see him disappear into quiet conversations with his other friends over. It's a little more... Than... A fun state of mind to explore philosophical and scientific ponderment within, if you feel it correctly, if you can sense what's happening once you're here. We spoke of everything that's wrong with societal standards, the way in which people think, fuck society man. I realized "That one, I know that one is mine. I know that's why my mind is here. Explain it and fix it. It will be the name of God." Psychedelia confirmed it for me in the manner I knew I didn't get to argue with, the acknowledgement of the games and this is not the games I understand how my mind works. I understand I've been trying to normalize my perfect clarity all my life. Stay away from meaning only, everybody smart thinks only, all the people who are actually aware of how they think and perceive are all within the same level of clarity. I know what really meaning only means and I know it doesn't really hurt me to think that, but, don't think that. Once sober, I retained my sanity, I got to work. Phase two hit me within the next few months. Of course, over the next year and a half I would drift towards suicidal thinking. I still knew, but, I knew I had to drift towards suicidal thinking. I knew I had to kinda mean it.
I went straight to God on this first major psychedelic trip, as soon as I hit peak it was painfully obvious what I was seeing and feeling. Within the next few weeks I began researching where I land, I went with pantheism before the sound art psychedelic tap confirmed it. At the time of the trip I was basically agnostic. I had been losing my shaky grip on my atheism, I really just adopted atheism because I was angry at God at age eight and I thought I was some kind of comedian, atheism is more the image I would like to present it will satisfy my parents. Travis did not care for the psychogeographical effect of the light from the city reflecting against the clouds at night, man's imposition upon nature. I personally always loved the atmosphere that created and during this trip I found the perfect beauty within man's imposition upon nature with the lamp posts at Assiniboine Park. Comfortable imposition is what's beautiful about it, not, not what we're currently doing. I would even semi-consciously philosophize that what's so cozy about this feeling is knowing that humanity is here and everything is running as it should be. They hit my nostalgia feelings and I suddenly grasped the psychedelic nature of Boards of Canada, this is the kind of thing they always preached in interviews relating to nostalgia. Within the beauty of these feelings and finding God I conceived of Resplendent Chromaticity, Incandescent Bioluminescence and Kaleidoscopic Geometry. I thought of the name of the project at the time, I specifically remember the very name, I forgot all about this project until I established it about two decades later, at this point I realize I came up with the name I already knew.