Now for the first time I understood my self-chosen mission of anchoring this invocation in various spots around the globe. In each new place I would make it a point to repeat those words, as though tying them to earth by one more thread. Had the need for this kind of stitchery been one of the reasons for my incessant travels, to which were added daily walks? Up to this point the procedure had been motivated by blind faith. But here on the archetypal level it was at last given to me to see those multitudes of strands raying out over the landscape like sunbeams. There was one attached to a gas station in Manitoba, Canada, one to the Blue Grotto in Capri, one to a mountain glade in the Himalayas, one to a tree on a ridge in Ojai, and so on ad infinitum.
The underlying purpose of the Invocation itself was also becoming clear. Each stanza was an affirmation of the connection between this realm and that, between the world of God and the world of men. Now that I had been there and back, even if on a small scale, the words began to shine with a new dimension of meaning. It all seemed like a great vindication.
As I continued to meditate upon the ascending and descending energy flows of the the "bright world" it struck me that a close analogy could be drawn between these gradations and the degrees to which water can be heated. At the lower earthside end of the scale matter is frozen into solid forms. At the higher heavenside end everything comes to a rolling boil. Since the temperature of water cannot rise above a given ceiling the cosmatrix seems always the same, even though it may bubble more ebulliently at the higher dose levels. Hence, anything over 75 milligrams starts to become counterproductive with regard to the gaining of psychological insight. The truly interesting effects are those which lie between the freezing and boiling points.
The more I applied this analogy to our experiences the better I liked it. For one thing, the idea of a melting effect helped to explain why the mind becomes so suggestible in the higher stages of ketamine cookery, making it possible to remold (and hence regenerate?) the formerly crystallized substance of the psyche. Surely this was the golden key to some mystery. But what door was it intended to unlock?
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