A Vision in the Woods by the very Reverend AT Jazz

...nigh on 20 years ago this was, at the close of the last millenium, mid september, the psilocybe mushrooms were in first flush and plentiful, having just returned to Clarence Park in Wakefield (home of the longest running free festival in the country), after an absence of some 17 or so years. Old skool trippers remember the park being full of Liberty Caps and Haymakers too right through the 70's, but not the 80's, maybe they were gubby sprayed or following some deeper rhythm than we can fathom, but they were now back, and stronger than ever. This particular evening only 3 intrepid trippers were present for the occasion as other members of the informal troupe had pulled out at the last minute, leaving the shroom pan more than amply filled.

Making our way down into the backs of Eastmoor, we stopped to take in the scenery as it began to light up preternaturally in the heavy darkness. Telling tall tales of madness and the latest shroom based freakout of one of our peers, our guide, our self styled urban guru, Dickie Chase, set the scene as the shadows started to form new shapes and meanings. Furthur on, at the edge of the woods, just as we were crossing over into regular tripping territory, but from a novel to me direction, i was overcome by an attack of hyperchronism, a hyperreal sense of heavy air mixed with a time displacement that sent me spinning to the floor as my tongue wrestled a garbled message explaining my need to lie down, but as my body crumpled to the ground in seeming slow motion, my spirit seperated and raced into the air to watch over me before taking flight and rising to take in more of the scenery, and i was shocked to find that what i was now taking in from this vantage point, high in the sky, was a scene both familiar and comforting. i'd not seen it like this for quite some time, but i knew immediately when i had seen it before, as a young child flying through his dreams. Many places i'd flown to, i'd known from both ground and from the air, so was able to connect them in my mindmap, but this was one of the places in which i often found myself without any knowledge of how i'd got there, i don't know why this should be, but with the sense of time displacement involved, maybe i was waiting for my future self to arrive so i could impart some nugget of information. I'd been tripping in these woods for years now, but this arrival in this particular direction now set off a chain reaction of remembrance of dreams i hadn't thought about for years. After a period of time, (minutes? seconds? years?) i returned to my body and sat up, whereupon i started to skin a doobie in the darkness whilst relating the tale of the last few minutes i seemed to be gone. When my walking legs eventually returned, we proceed furthur into the woods (i say woods, but this is the backs of Eastmoor of which i speak, a barren wasteland criss-crossed with dog walking paths between thorny bushes on the banks of the river Calder, which ox bowed it's way through the Southern Washlands as it ran from the heights of the Pennines on it's way to join the River Aire outside Castleford and then meeting the River Ouse before turning into the Humber delta) alongside the Wellbeck Toxic landfill site. Only a short time later, we were all stopped in our tracks by the second harbinger of the evening, a sound, quite close and to our left, of something large crashing through the bushes and coming on real fast, as our beshroomed vision scanned the landscape, the sound abruptly ceased only to be followed by a huge splash. The distinct impression i had based on sound alone was of a large animal, pig or boar-like thing being chased or thrown into a body of water, there was definitely grunting of a porcine nature, and pooling our impressions it was clear we'd all witnessed the same phenomena with little variation. With thoughts of experimentation at the toxic site filling our heads, it all seemed a little "swamp thing"y. Unable to investigate further because of the fencing surrounding the site, we continued onwards deeper into the woods and the scene of my final vision that night.

Now would probably be a good time to check out the video mungo shoddy made based on my account of the event (embedded above) called Vibration 1.0, it is the first in a series that is meant to get more instructional, a fractal clarification of everything i had seen in that momentary vision on the banks of half moon lake. The a priori information i recieved simply stated :

ALL is VIBRATION

and furthur:

EVERYTHING we SEE

EVERYTHING we HEAR

EVERYTHING we FEEL

ALL is VIBRATION

and furthur:

EVERYTHING we SEE

Vibrates at a frequency between 400 TerraHz and 800 Terra Hz

EVERYTHING we HEAR

Vibrates at a frequency between circa 20 Hz and 20 KiloHz

EVERYTHING we FEEL

Vibrates at a frequency between circa 1 Hz and 32 Hz

The video is a mashup of found footage featuring long, long zoom outs, from movies and documentaries, zooming from a speck on a hand, up through the air and above the clouds, continuing out into space, pulling away from earth ever onwards, we see the solar system, and the milky way receding until eventually pulling back out of a single eyeball in which all is contained. As all this is going on, there's a linear scale scrolling across the screen from the smallest distance theoretically possible according to Planck's scale limit at 10 to the power 43 Hz according to Super Unification Theory, it scrolls across the screen with pointers to indicate relative positions of everything such as X-rays and Radio Waves, UHF and VHF, Cosmic rays and laser beams, also highlighted are the visible light spectrum, and our hearing range. As it scrolls we can see how the radio frequencies crossover into our hearing range, and how our hearing range overlaps with our brainwave frequency range. A big surprise is the size of our visible spectrum, barely a blip, just a thin strip between Infra Red and Ultra Violet, a single octave in which we place so much faith, whilst our hearing in comparison, covers up to 10 octaves, but how many people believe their eyes over their ears? Our brainwaves on the other hand, cover more than five octaves, each octave considered a different state, from the hyper awake Gamma states to the deeply meditative Delta, although if we 'do the math' of halving to find the next lower octave, we never actually get to the bottom of it, each halving bringing us deeper into an ever decreasing circle of fractal spirals that continues forever, it's spirals all the way i believe someone once said.

 

...Meanwhile, back in the woods, my spirit returned once again into the body, sat on the ground in a semblance of lotus, looking out at a seaside scene, a future vision i was treated to momentarily which quickly faded as i fully returned to my earth bound senses and found myself back in the woods on the edge of the lake with my fellow trippers urging me to skin up again. The trip left me speechless, but i tried anyway to explain again my absence, and what i'd seen and the gentle voice that guided me as we flew through the octaves. Little sense was forthcoming, though i did try, and try again, over the following days and weeks, months and years, with little or no result, as i started a course of deep research that continues to this day...