The Elysian Fields Morphogenetic Field Trip: Shapeshifting parent’s blunt butterfly moment with the jello

Entering the digestive osmosis, and squashed out as puffs of rubber smoke, pips of light. Pips of light circling the air like a swarm of synchronous insects dissolving with the background, into the ground, along the walls of circular tubes, veins of warm love holding you gently. It’s whispered, like a secret. It’s available to everyone who’s able to listen. Be quiet. Listen. A fractal looking being being in our presence, it radiates deep love, we feel in presence of a parent. And they shapeshift and change colors, cough a bit, takes a new puff of some sort of intergalactic space blunt, and say: “

“The secret is; you all come from love, we all come from love, and you’re about to return to love, and it will be glorious.”

And the nails holding the room together, they just give way, and this huge explosion of some sort of red pinkish love goo just gushes out everywhere, and up from the fertile soil it leaves behind, a flourishing communion of people, and Arachnea the Omnisphere soothes the pulsating joy with her soft piston like legs.