I don’t expect many of you to believe me about the circumstances of this. Maybe I wouldn’t believe it either if it wasn’t me.
I was sitting and meditating a little while ago. I was drinking a cup of coffee. You won’t hear Indian gurus tell you this, but you can meditate and drink coffee at the same time. That probably sounds irreverent enough to give pause, but I swear on my honor this is true.
Suddenly I was sitting with another person, drinking coffee somewhere other than where I actually was. We were contemplating a sphere, in which I understood was contained something whose nature originally was to multiply out of control and cause bad things to happen. I was being shown that the nature of whatever it was had been induced to involute itself, such that instead of ever-expanding outwards, it now expanded inwards. Or, whatever the inverse of “expand” is. Like, instead of multiplying, it was dividing, although I know that cells multiply BY dividing. It was multiplying in reverse. In retrospect it is a little hard to put into words.
“Isn’t that avoiding dealing with the actual problem,” I said.
“What problem?” my companion replied.
My first thought as I returned to my regular self was about cancer cells, but I have no idea how the hell you would do that.
This reminds me of the time as a child, under the influence of a severe fever, I was wracked by the conception of cell division, in all its tiny multitude. Like a terrifying virtual reality ride into my own bloodstream.
When I was a child I caught a fleeting glimpse out of the corner of my eye. I turned to look but it was gone. I cannot put my finger on it now. The child is grown. The dream is gone
When i was a child, I had a fever. My body filled up the room like a giant bubble (not just my hands, which still sounds preverted). It was truly a weird feeling!