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‘Thee be lyin next to me in my bed,’ said Mimo guiding Griffin into her bedroom. ‘I be lyin next to thee.’
She gently lay him down, placed his head on a soft pillow, walked to a side table and retrieved a small crystal container and opened it. With a fine set of silver tweezers, she took one grain of Fish, it was about the size of a grain of sugar, and placed it on Griffin’s tongue. Then she took another grain and placed it on her own tongue and swallowed it.
‘Thee be takin the ride but I be the one doin the flyin,’ she said after she lay down next to him. Thee be needin to close your eyes and thee be needin to keep em that way.’
Griffin closed his eyes and sighed deeply.
‘That be right. Thee be just lettin go and be not expectin. And be not thee reactin neither. I be there all the time … workin. Maybe I be doin somethin special if I be gettin the opportunity. Somethin special it be for a special boy.’
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It took the Fish about fifteen minutes to kick in.
Griffin entered the black void of infinity. He felt like he was floating because the black void was devoid of gravity. There were no reference points, no up or down, nothing.
His body felt like it was made of warm water floating in some kind of infinite, elemental black. He got a flash of memory of crawling through the earth in the same unfathomable darkness.
All of a sudden, and gradually at the same time, he began to see a pinpoint of light shine in the place where his heart was supposed to be. It was there, and he entered it, and in this light he sensed his spherical vision. And almost immediately after, he saw another pinpoint of light, off to one side, which was slightly brighter than his. He saw it in another part of his spherical vision. And the two lights gave him a sense of space and perspective in the otherwise formless void. In the end he couldn’t even think, he could only experience. First he lost his arms and legs, and finally he lost his brain as well.
Liberty once said that Fish was like an acid trip on top of an acid trip, definitely not for humans of the non-telepathic persuasion. It took a wise old soul to successfully pilot a non-telepath through the Fish, and there were none older, or wiser, than Mimo.
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Ever so gently, he recognised the two singularities of light as his and hers. His light was less intense with a gold tinge. Her light was like a white diamond, shining brilliant, shooting out crystal beams in all directions. He was blown away.
As he looked at her, hypnotically, he saw her light begin to grow. It grew and grew, enveloping him within it. It continued to grow until it enveloped the whole infinite elemental black. Now, all was light, like a fluorescent fog. And as he experienced, he saw the light recede away from him in all directions, like a wave going away. And as the bubble of light receded to infinity, it became replaced by the measureless void of outer space. He, as his light, now floated far out in outer space. He was near nothing but was surrounded by everything, by countless stars everywhere.
Momentarily he sensed a presence behind him and he heard the ancient question,
‘Trust, or not trust?’
‘Trust,’ he conveyed without thinking or hesitation.
He had felt his aching, nauseated body fade into nothingness. He experienced it being replaced by a subtle body made of nothing more than being itself. And he felt strangely like the back of this, his subtle body, had opened up, and it felt to him like a very calm entity had entered it, through this opening in his back, and merged as one with him.
Suddenly he felt his mind explode with understanding. He felt a new, powerful control, and a harmony beyond what he could ever have imagined.
He felt his back become straight like a ruler and a vertical line of seven shining singularities appeared before him. The realisation emerged within him that these points of light were actually running down his own spine, and that he was looking at them from behind, from outside of his body.
In ten galaxies, one could count on one hand the number of beings that could comprehensively read and tune the primordial ‘cakras’. The skill was based on an intimate knowledge of sacred songs. ‘It be tricky stuff,’ Mimo occasionally remarked.
First, she looked for the poison. She could see none. All the radioactive salt had been expelled from his body. ‘Praise be the One,’ she said in her heart. She then focussed on his
‘cakras’. Everything was out of whack. The radiation had taken its toll. The ‘cakras’ were all like wobbling tops. Every note was out of tune. This created pools and eddies in the Motherflow, and these were killing his body, and thus his whole universe.
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She placed her hands in the Motherflow and steadied the ‘cakras’ in their spin, one by one, beginning with the heart ‘cakra’ and working her way out. She sang as she worked, and with her singing she tuned the notes into ‘pleasin’ harmonic tones.
Griffin was not going to emerge from the Fish the same being that he had been. He was going be music of her own making, ‘it bein to my likin’. Also, as is normally associated with a non-telepathic human passing through the Fish, Griffin was going to become telepathic, ‘with the sight’, because the Fish permanently opened one up. And instead of floundering in this new space, he would thrive because he was the tune of Mimo, the Fishmaster.
After the ‘cakras’ were tuned, she attended to the pools and eddies disrupting the Motherflow all through his body. She ran her fingers through the Flow like she was running them through long hair. The pools and eddies would have settled down on their own, eventually, because their cause was now gone, but it would have taken years. With her hands in the Flow she manipulated each disturbance into a smooth, laminar stream.
Fixing the pools was like removing a stone from a blocked streamlet.
The main characteristic of the Fish is that it facilitates a perfect state of oneness between two entities. That is why it is revered so much. It facilitates healing of one entity by another. Also, under its influence, the normally hidden depths, and outer reaches, of the mind plane unfold for the experiencer like a transcendental blossoming lotus.
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When the healing was done, she looked into his history. She saw no animals except for a horse and a dog.
The following thing happened all at once and one thing at a time, all at the same time. He was born as seven different creatures. He saw the starlight and sunlight of creatures of the air, water and earth, and he understood at that moment that he was the fourth element, the fire, the light of those seven universes. He lived each life fully, from birth to death, absolutely free in the wild, and he lived all these lives in the singularity, in the mind, in zero space and time.
Thus, he understood the horse, the wolf, the lion, the pelican, the eagle, the hummingbird and the dolphin. He understood them all intimately because he remembered once being one of them.
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And he experienced galaxies and solar systems, and planets and their moons. And he flew through valleys and above high alps, and he followed winding rivers to endless oceans.
And they stood atop a high desert mesa, with a hot, dry, gusting wind blowing, and witnessed the mystic wonder of the setting sun. And an understanding was given him that this represented the sunset of his old life. And they sat on the edge of a high cliff, above a roaring ocean, and witnessed a glorious sunrise, and the understanding was given him that this represented the dawn of his new life.
All these things she showed to him, and many others, all in a moment and in an eternity, all at once, because she understood his history, and because she ‘be takin a likin to the boy.’
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He awoke about twelve hours after he laid his head on the pillow. He felt himself being pulled out of the infinitude by a soft singing voice coaxing him to open his eyes.
‘Be welcome back from the Never Never, Griffin.’
Griffin was so stupefied by his experience that, initially, his brain could not think and his mouth could not speak. He just lay in his bed with his eyes staring at the ceiling.
‘Thee be bit raw for couple of days,’ she said. ‘Thee be havin couple of days before your friends be returnin. That be plenty of time for some nice soup.’
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