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Cargo Newsletter 385

Apr 21 26

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You are in a well lit room. It is a plain room with soft, white painted walls. There is a neatly made bed, and a dresser, above which hangs a picture of a woodland sunset. There is also a lamp on a small round table; it is the source of the warm atmosphere. There is no window, but there is a staircase.

From the staircase opening emits a different light; this one, pale blue. It is also calm, just separate. Something about this light compels; it pulls you to leave the white room. Abstract thoughts connected to “relief” and “relaxation” involuntarily surface. It will feel good to move on.

Standing at the floor opening, looking down the staircase, it seems longer than any staircase in any house that you remember. There is no visible terminus either, just a long flight disappearing into a dim, blue effervescent fog. You place your left hand on the railing and start your descent.

The bannister is surprisingly warm and fits your palm and fingers perfectly. It is deeply soothing to slide your hand along its ever-so-slightly textured surface. You almost want to put your cheek on it, or kiss it, but don’t.

With each downward step your breathing becomes deeper. The sparkling particles in the air, the ones that seem to make up the mist, enter your lungs fully; there is a kind of menthol effect. Minty, cool. You are becoming slower with each breath and step.

After descending for about a minute, the desire to sit down overwhelms. Doing so you realize that steps have become more generalized; the stairs are less like stairs and more an easy slope. You lie back and close your eyes and begin to slide. Your limbs feel like sweet, heavy, custard-filled pastries. Your eyes, like flowers blossoming in reverse; soft petals folding into tight sleepy bulbs.

A velvet blackness envelopes every pore, hair, and cell of your body. General awareness seems completely uninteresting. You try to move, but can’t; what would be the point anyway? You just keep sliding down the slope, seemingly picking up speed, until you can’t feel anything at all. You are like a single affable nerve becoming one with a satin universe.

It seems you have come to a stop. Without opening your eyes you can see, or somehow sense, a large ruby like object moving about you. It is infinitely faceted, and crystalline. It changes aspects and dimensions as it fluidly travels around, what now feels like, your significantly diffuse, being. Far off, you hear a sound like a barking (laughing) hyena.

You should have stayed in the white room.

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