The Trickster Diaries/Chapter 121
Nothing was ever what it seemed. That black, starless space straight ahead beyond forest’s edge wasn’t the Void itself but the crossing point, the channel, the border between the Enchanted Realm and Anahata, the fourth stage.
Would they just, you know, find my body the next day? Is that how it worked? Or, (all overflowing with compassion), would I return to that flat, sepia Earth I knew, to my privileged, whiny-ass Facebook friends bearing a far more tolerant, more understanding spirit?
Not sure what I believed. Seemed I’d broken so many rules already. But—whether in molecularized or corporeal form—it would, in fact, be a one way trip. And a uniquely surprising one. Because if the Enchanted Realm—that tiny pie slice inside the Manipura wheel—was a replication of Earth, then Anahata was not.
It was comical, almost. As if trying to lure me back, keep me within the boundaries of the familiar, my everyday experiences became more qualitatively dreamlike, cinematic. Then one day in early June, 2016, the mind gods (such clever, determined fellows) found a way of getting to me.