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VISIONARY REVUE
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INTRODUCTION
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The story of my encounter with Myrette can be found in this issue of the Visionary Revue. Our relationship did not last long, and she disappeared from my life - rather abruptly - after a couple of months. I never saw her again.
I’d explained to Myrette my entheogenic experiences - of meditating on images and actually entering through them. She seemed intrigued, but we never had the chance to attempt such an experiment together.
Months later, I received an unmarked envelope in the mail. Within were a few pages torn from someone’s diary. Although the pages were unsigned, I had no doubt that the writing was in Myrette’s hand.
These three short pages form an admirable conclusion to all we discussed, that long night of the the Autumn equinox, one year ago.
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L. Caruana
Paris 2007
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FALL 2007
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Translated from the French by L. Caruana
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Yesterday, I had a rather incredible experience. It was cold and grey outside, so I thought I’d stay in and try a meditation on a painting after smoking up. I didn’t really believe much would happen but - in the end - ouaou!
Without a doubt I entered un autre monde. - That world was Robert Venosa’s painting Astral Circus (which I have a poster of, signed by him).
Just after smoking up (cannabis), I gazed at the small Huichol bowl which I’d brought back with me from Mexico, since it has interesting geometric patterns in prismatic colors. But my heart was beating too fast, my stomach was burning, and I felt too tired to concentrate on anything.
So, I thought I’d lie down and listen to some music. But, I realized that if I fell asleep, this entire experience would pass me by. So instead, I decided to follow my original intention and meditate on Venosa’s painting, while trying to forget about my upset stomach and sleepiness.
I began concentrating on the dark crystalline bird |
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ASTRAL CIRCUS
Robert Venosa
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on the right, but my eyes couldn’t rest on it for very long. Instead, my eyes began wandering over the whole painting, exploring all the extraordinary details.
Again and again, my eyes landed upon new figures and discovered new details. All these little people and animals |
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really began to fascinate me.
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| Suddenly, I felt that one of the figures was staring directly at me. It was the angel at the top left of the painting. His eyes and face had the exact same expression of the face I’d seen, once, under peyote - bright glowing eyes, |
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yellow and green, with wavy blond hair undulating, as if, in a liquid space.
I covered the nose and mouth of Venosa’s angel with my hand and, at once, I recognized ‘the guardian’ that had allowed me to enter into my peyote visions.
My eyes remained locked upon the guardian’s face for some time - that’s when the journey really began.
I slipped on some headphones with peaceful music. Then the painting and the music, with the aid of my guardian angel, began to lead me into another world - a kind of paradise...
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On the headphones, a choir began singing, and all the figures at the bottom left of the painting became a choir of angels, singing a magnificent choral.
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Each new detail became magical, and appeared before my eyes like a beautiful discovery. The figure on the right with a long grey cape seemed dark and mysterious, but his seashell crown turned into a miraculous, delightful form.
Then I noticed the elephant - he seemed to come right out of the painting, appearing absolutely three dimensional. The planets also became three-dimensional, existing in some other extraordinary space. Everything was sparkling with other-worldly beauty.
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| The angel, I realized, had wanted to show me this world, sparkling with such beauty and simplicity. And - he had succeeded... |
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I turned my sight back to the angel when, suddenly, I noticed his hands - particularly his right hand which was
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reaching out to me. In English, he said, “Come into my world.”
I was wondering why he was speaking to me in English when, suddenly, I heard the translation: “Entre dans mon monde,” and even in German: “Komm in meinem Welt.”
Then, through the music and the angel, I entered into that other world, which exists inside the painting. The whole time, the figures had been calling me there.
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The angel changed my appearance, and I became just like one of the little people in the painting. I received a long cape, and I was crowned with coral (just like the woman in profile with the elaborate headdress). It was like a ceremony, initiating me into paradise...
I became an angel...
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All at once, the music ended, and I found myself plunged into darkness. I asked myself - what is going to happen next? Without realizing it, I’d entered into this other world - with my eyes closed. It was as if I already knew the painting by heart, and had been looking at my angel through closed eyes when he’d drawn me into his world.
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The music began once more, and I opened my eyes to find myself as one of the figures in the painting - an angel in this new world - but frozen... just like the woman in profile with the elaborate headdress. I started to feel a bit sad. Now I was stuck for all time inside a painting. Why? And, in fact, I realized that I must be stuck inside this painting for a reason.
Then it came to me. I was here, inside the painting, to call out to other people - to people outside the painting - so they would come and join me. That was my task, my mission. I had to show to others, who were stuck out there in ‘the reality’ of the material world, that another world existed... a world of incredible beauty...
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My role in life was to help other people, and show them how to come into this world, so they could experience its incredible beauty for themselves. Tears rose to my eyes, and I felt moved beyond belief. It was an incredible experience.
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The feelings were so overwhelming that I had to take a break. I made myself some tea, and thought about what had just happened. Every time I thought about it, tears rose to my eyes.
I asked myself if, maybe what I’d seen was the world after death. Perhaps... but I’m not totally convinced. I think that the world I saw really exists somewhere - or rather, it exists everywhere around us - but we just don’t see it.
And so, natural substances like marijuana are able to lead us there. It’s like the peyote I’d experienced: we communicate with another world, which exists from a time long before our present world on this earth - a world of spirits - which I never even thought existed before...
But the greater question remains: why do these substances take us there? What do they want to tell us? Are these simply hallucinations? Or do the spirits really want to communicate with us?
It’s a bit frightening because, during the actual moment, we feel fine, we believe... And then afterwards, we ask ourselves - what was all that? Why did the angel draw me into his world? And why did he want me to bring others into his world? Is that my role - to bring others into this paradise? That sounds rather strange but - that was the message given to me in my vision...
What I have to do now is begin integrating this vision in my life here on earth.
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