Now your cerebrum: curled against its shell. Let’s wake it.
Hello!-oh - oh.. echo chamber.
As it stirs, ready your mouth into another O shaped sound. This time
in Goodbye. Watch it stretch now. Oblonging, thin to thin, spider’s
web. Finally snapping, whipping your skull on its way out.
Now black abyss: fast fall, slow float. Down, down, beneath the
earth’s soil, weaving past the roots. See the locust larvae, in
year 16. Quivering anticipation. Even deeper now. Through the
bedrock, into the crystal cave. See the ring of fire. Jump into its
pit. Falling again, down and down. Until you reach blue skies. Then,
up and up. You’re soaring. See the thick evergreens below and look
for a clearing. Feet touch down to a soft landing, a small cloud of
dust. Settle. Look around you. Call forth the Gatekeeper. Here he
comes from around the bend. Friendly face, very large body. Your
eyelids flicker. The weird visions flinch and begin to fade. No not
yet, come back. Deep breaths. In for six, hold for two, out for six.
In for six, hold for two, out for six..
He’s here, the Gatekeeper: did you bring an offering. You did?
Good. It can be anything. Look down in your hand, what are you
holding. Weird Vision conjures a flower. (Plucked from a crack in the
concrete when you went for a walk in the middle of your workday. You
saw it from a distance, growing up through the chainlink fence. The
neighbor’s pitbull incessantly barking. Goddamit dog, let me cry
in peace. I’ll kill this flower so I can hold its beauty. Later
on you pressed it. Days later, J found it and gave it to her baby.)
This journeyed flower, purple and pure. A drop of milk falls from
its stem and wets your wrist. Offer it to him, request entry. He
accepts and bids you passage.