"Red Cross-Bar Framed," For Nall, by Jon Berry 1/16/2008

"Red Cross-Bar Framed," For Nall, by Jon Berry 1/16/2008
6" x 8" oil pastel on paper

Tuesday, October 27, 2009

Notebook pages for The Third Avenue

The Third Avenue
Jon Berry
Begun 12/27/08

Science and religion, two avenues, but the Third Avenue is the mythopoeic, the magical, the shamanic, what Terence McKenna referred to as the archaic. The Third Avenue is a more primal, primary, essential path, the headwaters of science and religion.

Salivia, the Shepherdess, must be respected and intelligence must be brought to the journey, reverence, and an open heart and mind. One must be able to journey with her, and not short-circuit her role as muse for transportation.

The Third Avenue (a gift from the Shepherdess that was received on December 16, 2008) is a journey, an expedition into the unknown. With Salvia one can enter the dimension of the Shepherdess and travel in time and out of time--travel in being and out of being, travel in light. The Shepherdess offers us a wormhole for our consciousness, freeing us of the restraints of time and being. The Third Avenue involves journeys along the path of psychotropic substances and the parallel journey of mind through works of art, literature, and music that will influence the psychotropic journey and aid in my interpretation of the experiences I have had on that journey.
The mind/consciousness is the vehicle or atmosphere of the journey. There are two primary ways in which the journey will be taken. The first is moving under the guidance of the Shepherdess and other psychoactive teachers. The second is recording/processing/interpreting the lessons and gifts from the guides and teachers along the way--experiential and hermeneutical.
The Third Avenue is a mixture of travel journal and memoir, but given the nature of the Third Avenue, the language will undoubtedly stray into the poetical and psychologically distorted. The language is part of the journal. The writing is both experiential and hermeneutic.

There will be a struggle to create and maintain a rhetoric that does not wander into the language of the religious or the scientific to the degree that the Third Avenue is confused with either one of those paths. I wish to abandon the term religion, however tempting it may be, because it is the creation of the empire makers. I will instead strive to speak in a language that creates resonances that Dennis and Terence McKenna call the archaic, or the primal.

In many ways this is a mythographic work, in both senses of the term, the recording of a myth and the analysis of myth. It is also the mythic journey itself; its terrain is the shamanic mind or soul. There will be characters, such as the feathery beings of light that accompany my salvia visions; others are certainly to evolve as my mind is expanded along the journey. I expect the journey to last about a year, but it is hard to plan these things.

We are only at the beginning of the journey, and we’ll only be at the beginning of the journey when we are done. The forces at work in the American empire to prevent consciousness expansion are immense. We are rapidly approaching global ideological dominance, but quietly in the corner there are Rupert Sheldrakes, Ralph Abrahams, Shasha Shulgins, and Terrence McKennas sparking the next great awakening. The disease of capitalism will have to exhaust itself, and then the archaic revival can begin proper. Until that time the travelers of the Third Avenue--poets, artists, musicians, scientists of great imagination and vision, true philosophers (not the peddlers of syllogistic currency for the empire), and shamans--will keep lighting the way toward a new dawn of consciousness across the species.

Time and being are limits of imagination. We exist in a materialistically and temporally bound reality because we have not imagined our way beyond it. We will transcend the human dimension. The foundational research is being done. The Third Avenue is an imaginarium of the implications of this research.

On the Third Avenue form fractals into nothingness and nothingness fractals back into form, and the edge is erased. Form is the resonance of nothingness, and nothingness is the resonance of form. Waves permeate the psychedelic. Consciousness is neither form nor nothingness. We, being form, cannot know whether consciousness is dependent on form. Chances are just as good that it is down the Third Avenue, consciousness fractals.

The navel of eternity. The singularity that is the human soul. In the vision the Third Avenue emanates from the navel, the center of power in Asian thought, the hara. Happiness, bliss, loving-kindness, peace: attainments of the Third Avenue. The Third Avenue is flooded with psychedelic visions and dreams that resonate with the passions and peace of the Earth.

Dreams of dark water, old houses with no electricity, abandoned places, the night feminine, the Earth herself soothing the soul in dreams. “Know the masculine, but keep to the feminine and become the brook of the world.”

Insight meditation. Psychedelic meditation. Mind-expanding, soul-journeying meditation.

Once one is on the Third Avenue, the center of self or ego no longer holds, there is only pure experience occurring in pure consciousness. Emptiness empties emptiness into emptiness.

Psychedelic journeys. Dreams. Vision. The intersection of all of these. The mind field resonating.

“Be here now.” “Wisdom of no escape.” The obsession with telos, apocalypse, evolution, progression. Until one is fully grounded in human skin, can one exceed to the dimensions beyond it. Walk a mile in your own skin through psychedelic journeys, dreams, visions. Leave home to get home.

The water is always at night. The river reflects the moon’s reflections. To step into the river, any river, to return home. To return home.

To be fully in one’s skin. Be here now, so you can be there then. INCOMING!!!
Arriving is going out. Be in your skin and then begin the journey again.

The water shines in darkness. Deep dreams in water.

Staying free of the bullshit is a freaking fulltime job. What we don’t manufacture for ourselves, someone or the system will manufacture for us.

We must honestly, directly, and devoutly entertain the zany, the outlandish, the twisted, torqued, stoned, ripped, and tripping because if Hunter S. Thompson taught us anything he taught us that the domain of the weird is safe to travel in. He blazed a trail and fought demons and saints alike to demonstrate that everything moves by the whims of the Great Magnet. Lift up your skirts!

Whole, complete, mature, full, telos is closure and not ecstasy. The purpose of the psychedelic waves of color space in translucent dance is eternity, sunyata.

We are McClure’s children. We are translucent fig leaves.

Into this phase, ten-thousand membranes phasing in and out of existence across ten-thousand membranes, intertextual universe weaving. We live the infinite!

The transcosmic current runs through every thing.

At the eschaton we’ll dissolve into endless colors of bliss.

To use language to expand meaning.
To free language from meaning.
To free language from language.
To enter into open expression.
Language cannot contain the realities we encounter.
Meaning is dwarfed by the experience.
A universe in every breath.
What is death in the face of such consciousness?

There are no distinctions.

Timing the extension of the mind so the ultimate event occurs at the moment of death. One’s last days ought to be the most interesting. Seeing everything dissolve instantly into absolute nothingness.

The mind must be allowed to expand. Systems close the mind, and the spirit dies leaving the animal human behind. The mind is and has been transcendent of the body and brain. The energized brain serves as a mega-synapse with the cosmic mind, Buddha mind, the transcendent Logos. We are a mammal who has tapped into mind. The degree of insight gained is dependent on the expansion of this cosmic connection. Some signals are filled with static. There are many ways to expand the mind and many ways to block such expansion out of fear and insecurity. Embrace the weird, the alien, the wholly other.

Dark veins in marble.
Swirls of infinite shades.
Lingam and yoni.

The madman sits in the corner rocking in his white gown, on tiled floor. Inside, endless universes reside in every thought, every moment, every cough, every secretion, every pill-cart clock.

It’s a matter of editing the baseline of being, of altering, enhancing, informing, extending, expanding the baseline of existence, individually and communally--increasing awareness. Life is awareness training, developing and evolving being, mind, and thought--spiritual, ancestral, spectral, and alien encounter. Deep in the mode of honesty.

We commune -icate
with plants
with animals
with spores of attention.

They are speaking to us.
I don’t know who they are
may
be
nothing more
than an echo
in expanding
consciousness
sui generis
a sub-routine
the hum of karmic turning.
Poiesis upon a field of sunyata.
Attempting to write
and think
upon a field of sunyata
in erasure.

Mass culture
Mass vulture
A move out of space
out of time
by transcending the materia
where mind no longer minds

Shamanism is an advanced level of total existence. Shamanic consciousness is an orgy of the creative, the visionary, the psychotic, the possessed, and the ecstatic. Jim Morrison captures our contemporary sad state all too well: “We have been metamorphosized from a mad body dancing on hillsides to a pair of eyes staring in the dark.” Click! Click!

The psychedelic mind is ever increasing its engagement with multiconsciousness and the multiverse. Psychedelia injects ideas that shatter the hold of culture on mind. Psychedelic mind is hyper-evolutionary.

The world is mythologized and experienced. Mythologizing the world is mediated experience. Lifting one above the other is mythologizing. All thought, writing, and art are mediated/mythologized experience. We move (mythologize) through waves of experiences. To step out of the realm of experience and into a realm of absolute non-experience is a radical psychedelic state.

Lived experience. Transconsciousness experience.

Caffeine and Klonopin in the morning.
Alcohol, marijuana, and nicotine in the evening.
Fine tune consciousness.

Trust the next, the now, and the then!

Everywheres at once.

Infinite responsibility toward all things future.
Infinite respect toward all things present.
Infinite gratitude toward all things past. --Zen saying

And nothing changed.
Megagrams of LSD-25
and nothing changed.
To maintain such consciousness and absolute peace.
Being here now!
Being in all the heres
in all the nows,
everywheres at once.

Out of all the heres
and all the nows,
you had to walk into mine.

And what of the yous in the psychedelic experience?
What of all the Is?

Egolessness.
Shaplessness.

Education is disturbance.
We are only as educated as we are disturbed.

Institutions are dark, bloody murder in a shit bag.
They are a holocaust on the mind and body.

Human organizations can devolve into institutions.

Institutions deny freedoms.
The affect of education is freedom.
There can be no such thing as an institution of education.
Nietzsche realized this, and got the fuck out.
Heidegger really dug institutions.

All things have form in emptiness, and emptiness forms in all things.

Deep in a vodka run.
The holds have no bars.
I pick up people and their memories.
The exquisite is always being here now.

Do not let reality intrude on your trip, man.
It’s all glue and grapes.
No vineyards are ripe unto harvest.
The sky is the limit.
So drink the sky.

This commercial advertisement has been brought to you by Ron Ko’s crotch. Smoke a lot.

The impossibility of drag moron in the surface tension of ice-cold mead. The bees feed on a flowering mushroom, and then all things begin to dance.

Shulgin note: I’m on the upper east side of Vodka and Vine, and I don’t think that nicotine will straighten this shit out.

All consciousness fractals.

Sound bending sound bending sound bending sound is everything in a glass jar bleeding.

And the kid climbs across cosmic intergalactic hay bales, with wild dog raving on love, jumps the cosmos to arrive in time for the injection of radical child laughter.

The siren of affection. “I called the cops, baby, because I didn’t know what else to do.”

“You could have just shot me in the fucking head!”

Your best shot is your last shot. This goes for bars and guns.

Cosmic-phantasmagoria: everywhere everyone at once.

The outer energies emerge from within the body.
The journey out to gather in.
We come to the psychedelic age!

If the experience is from beyond,
the language must be from beyond.
Psychedeliographe.
Pneuma is psyche.

How many worlds?

Asyland Islum