The material used in this piece was originally from a modular synthesizer improvisation on my Make Noise system, called For KS.
The piece used a multitrack acoustic guitar/voice improv as a reel for the Make Noise Morphagene as the main sound source. Other essential modules used: Maths, QPAS, Telharmonic, RxMx and Erbe Verb.
The following text is from a vision I had while listening to the partially finished piece.
(Transcript of the intro to Cold Clear Water, from Wolfgang Public Radio, 5/23/23)
Welcome to Cold Clear Water. On todayâs show, we will discuss what weâve all been talking about.
In the last decade we discovered that what was intended to be a work of fiction, the film Idiocracy, was in fact, a documentary. We can now say with absolute assuredness, that this is not just hyperbole.
This decade promises to bring even more stunning revelations, with Boring Old NASAâs discovery of the VALIS spacecraft in orbit around our planet. It turns out that the science fiction writer, Philip K. Dick wasnât delusional, or even writing fiction during his final years. The VALIS trilogy is based entirely upon factual events. The events in the books that appear to be fiction, actually took place, only, on a different, slightly offset version of Earth. Apparently, there are an infinite number of these variants.
As we all know, one year ago today a manned shuttle witnessed the âalienâ craft materialize, less than 50 kilometers ahead of their orbit. As soon as the ship materialized, the crew took evasive action, as to not collide with the immense ship, that according to one crew member, looked like a piece of space driftwood, the size of 3 football stadiums, set end to end. Their actions had no effect. The controls were disabled. VALIS had the shuttle locked into itâs orbit with the some sort of âtractor beamâ.
All Communication with the B.O.N. shuttle was temporarily lost. After almost an hour, communications were restored. Ground control heard the crew speaking amongst themselves. They ignored commands from the ground to answer. They simply continued discussing what had just happened to them. In the recordings we can hear two people, nearly raving with fascinated awe. The third is silent until near the end of the conversation. As the two shocked astronauts repeat words like, âImpossibleâ and âUnbelievableâ âI canât believe it!â And, most controversially, âI think that may have been God. I was God!â, the third crew member, just listens with an occasional chuckle and interjects the word âYupâ a few times. Eventually he breaks in to the conversation and says: âYeah. Iâve been there. A lot. Itâs DMT hyperspace. Itâs the ketamine space. Itâs the mushroom space. The Ayahasca space.â
He then goes on to name a list of several more hallucinogenic drugs and other forms of consciousness perturbation, such as advaned yoga, sensory deprivation tanks and the near death experience. All of which he has apparently experienced.
You can always spot the worker that came over from The Boring Company when they absorbed the politically decimated ruins of NASA.
The sounds you hear in the background are not music in the traditional sense. Although there is no way for humans to enter the VALIS craft, and no way for itâs occupants to leave, as a gift to us, they broadcast the sounds from inside of their ship and allowed major swaths of Earthâs communications bandwidth to be a conduit for the sounds, without interrupting normal operation of any device. A sort of multiplexing we may never truly understand. Especially since many of the devices broadcasting the sounds did not have power, or in some cases had been non functional for decades.
The sounds seem to come, not from the speaker in whichever device you are receiving it, but from the room itself. Not necessarily even from the room, but from everything in the room including the air including the outside air that is touching the structure you are in. From you. From every cell in your body. Upon hearing the sounds, many people report that they feel that they remember them, or have always known them, but had forgotten about. Those people, almost invariably weep when describing this. Some laugh and shake their heads in stunned awe.
The beings on the ship cannot describe themselves to us in any way except to show us, in our minds. They take myriad form, many of which can be recognized from myths and fairytales and origin stories from throughout history. They âsingâ songs called âIcarosâ.
Long known on Earth as healing songs, sung by shamans in South America. We now know that these songs are universal in nature. They appear in every culture, in different forms. When sung around people who are in certain altered states of consciousness, they create hyperspatial objects. These objects can only be seen from within what psychedelics advocates call
âX-space. The X, denoting the substance used to move into these spaces. These spaces can also be perceived by mystics and the âmentally illâ, without the use of extra chemicals. Anyone who travels by means of a full dose of a psychedelic substance, used with proper set and setting and purity of intent, will eventually encounter the objects and their keepers.
These objects have more than a visual aspect. They are obviously alive, continually changing and imbued with emotional significance. Proximity to the correct object can help heal many disorders from a lifetime of trauma to what is seen in the west is schizophrenia. One reason we cannot board the ship is that any unmanned probe overrides programming and moves in The opposite direction iâm nears The 2 km range. Any vehicle that has humans, Animals, Insects or plants on board locks into orbit with Vallas and the occupants fall immediately into a deep trance.
The craft itself appears to be completely organic in nature. The occupants have told us in the best way they can that the craft is made of something like wood that has a relationship with a mycelium that lives within it. This was all shown to us in mind movies. Some of them were matter-of-fact and almost like industrial training films from the 1950s and some were surrealistic/impressionistic journeys through the psyche that showed the traveler not just the physical details of the craft but also showed it the mind of the craft and its occupants.
On the interior walls, and other surfaces of the craft, mushrooms grow. Many plants with regular old leaves, grow in a mysterious light that seems to come from nowhere. The occupants of the ship eat the mushrooms constantly. The mushrooms are the source of all of their nutrients and water. The mushrooms are also high in a semi-tryptamine substance that seems to be a combination of several major hallucinogens. The molecule itself is very complex and of a sort never seen before on earth. We wonât get into that here But it is amazing. Scientists across the globe are calling it âthe impossibleâ. Some aspects of the molecule resemble Ketamine and some resemble various Cannabinoids, while others resemble Salvinorin Alpha, the active ingredient in Salvia Divinorum. The list is too long to print here.
The ethnopharmacologist, Dennis McKenna claims that the mushroom is in fact, the âExcreta Bonumâ or âGood Shitâ, he foresaw during his shamanic initiation, which is described in the book True Hallucinations, written by his brother Terence McKenna.
My favorite quote regarding the molecule, is from a chemist who said: âIt seems to show different parts of itself depending on what mood you are in. Iâll be damned if I get this thing at all!â
One of the most interesting things about the ship is it hull. A very odd feature, on the inside of the ship are little mouths, spaced randomly on the walls. They are what the occupants refer to as âpooper suckersâ , due to the flatulent sound they make when they breathe in the spores from the mushrooms, then inject them into a space between the living fungus/plant part of the ship. Then, they are somehow integrated into what is estimated to be a 100 m thick, impenatrable shell. The electron density of the mushroom spores have an electron density, far denser than titanium. Nobody knows what holds them together to make the seemingly impenetrable hull of the ship. Occasionally the ship will undergo a slight change which can be seen briefly by the human eye. Itâs as if it blurs and then a small cloud floats away from it. These are trillions upon trillions of spores. Some of which fall into earths atmosphere, where they land on wood, cow dung and on many other substrates. Many of these substrates were not previously known to support fungal growth.
Despite many governments efforts, people all over the planet are picking and eating the mushrooms. Many have begun having large gatherings where they go into a group trance and sing songs that are eerily like the sounds from the VALIS spacecraft. In the days after these gatherings, good things seem to happen in the vicinity of the ritual. No scientist has been able to explain the phenomena, and many are abandoning their long held domes surrounding the empirical method.
After the break, we will talk about VALIS and itâs mushrooms, which Paul Stamets has named
âPsilocybe VALISensisâ. We will discuss the implications for our species, for our planet and, perhaps, for our understanding of what many have been trying to describe in books and stories for thousands of years: God.
Weâll be right back. First, the news.
