The Elysian Fields Morphogenetic Field Trip: The Black Lodge Satori

“I once had a dream where I was sitting at a beautiful table. It had some sort of scientific looking device on it, two chambers of water, and a hose I could suck some sort of vapor out of, and once I did, it was like I had access to the Oracle of Delphi, and I saw myself, or some sort of avatar maybe, climbing a ladder up from my own mind, into a sort of rainbow hall, and from that view, I just saw opinion as the first state of denial. What’s the point of political debates? No one ever changes their opinion.” - said the masseuse, a satori, at the Oslo Black Lodge, to the politican getting his massage. Even if he was awake, he wouldn’t have paid a second of attention to her story, but as it was, he was already sleeping. And stepping into a cabinet next to the chair in her office, the satori closed the door to the cabinet as rainbows transported her to Ninjanala (the afterlife after Nanjilima that they didn’t know about yet in the Lionheart Brothers), where an orgasmic state of complete third eye 360 vision kinetic equilibrium carried her through space and time for eternity.