The Trickster Diaries/Chapter 90
Conscious, everyday awareness. Unconsciousness. Trance. Meditation states. Dreams. Controlled dreaming and countless, unnameable, parallel levels of perception above and in between.
And another quite beyond and outside all those.
I was only slightly familiar with the way in. Shock at it’s intense realness, the sudden and acute fear that it would take over permanently had always forced me out in a hurry the few times I’d encountered it in the past.
This was a new form of cognizant recognition within an enchanted realm capable of interrupting and replacing the others at any time. Always off the ground: floating, flying, hovering. And always in Juliette’s company.
Sure it was crazy. As much as we’d talked online, made art together, we’d never met in a corporeal sense. Yet we had met, in a super-corporeal sense, three times in the Enchanted Realm.
What a miraculous development. Rather than uniquely foreign, the Enchanted Realm felt more like home than any place or time or state of awareness I’d experienced prior to the first time it happened.
The last time it happened was only odd because of the situation and setting: In & Out Burger, middle of the day, engaged in a curious yet ultimately unanswerable riddle with Jones, who’d misinterpreted my 30 second vanishing act as a moment of being lost in thought.
The Enchanted Realm seemed less a parallel world—an interpretation—than an entirely different one, the rough equivalent, perhaps, to a heaven realm in Buddhist thought. Still, try explaining that to a guy on the street, or even to Jones, Liz, anybody. Try explaining how some other reality could superimpose itself upon the generally accepted reality without being considered mad.
You couldn’t. So I didn’t.
Madness was worrying about the rules within some tiny, man-made universe you’d hooked yourself to.
Madness was everything outside the Enchanted Realm.