He slept on the floor of the wild, lush jungle in Palenque surrounded by massive ruins of the great Mayan civilization. His heart beat slow and silent, mimicking the heart of a bird. It beat in unison with the universal pulse of all the other beating hearts in the jungle, creating a rolling succession of sound. An infinite parallel of sounds, each beat with a frequency vibrating with the lifting of leaves and the movement of the stream that lie beside him. The jungle was filled with beating hearts.
As he lay half-sleeping his head suddenly became stunned and he found his mixed reality standing right in front of him. This was the world between his conscious awaken state and the paralyzed dream world. He had been here many times before. But after years of practice, Joseph had found a way to control this intense dream reality and to use it to seek advice, decipher visions and to ask questions and guidance he otherwise only found in his dreams.
Although Joseph had sought others who could bridge this parallel, in his travels he had found nobody to advise him. And tonight, in the middle of the jungle he would have to embrace one of his more intense dream sessions.
First comes the paralysis, the beginning phase of stepping into the parallel universe without yet fully entering a dream state. The second part comes as an intense vibrating sonic sound pushing in and out until the ears feel as if they are going to burst. By now Joseph knew that if he could make it past this phase without fear-created bad visions or waking up from the sheer volume of sound that he could then enter into the next phase. Upon entering the third phase Joseph would have the ability to enter his unconscious mind in a conscious realm. It was in this reality that he felt most connected to a truly powerful benevolent source.
The final stage of this sub-dream state is the most difficult to hold on to. But on this night Joseph had prepared, he knew he was in a location of great power, and of which he was personally connected. He had come here this night to apologize for losing an item of power he once carried around his neck.
While holding onto the realm, Joseph began his prayer. He concentrated his thoughts on the possibility that lingering memories surrounded him in the ruins. He spoke with them as a friend, and with a smile on his face, all the while mentally holding onto this state, which felt like being forced out of a bubble.
“You who cross constellations, brothers of infinite wisdom, eternal souls and supreme viewers of the magnificent, what do you think of us now? What could we be to you; we are Godless lost souls transfiguring ourselves into oblivion.
From where do your secrets hide? Where do they come from? Perhaps you’ve buried them deep in the earth, and they are awaiting resurrection. Maybe the secrets have passed into the roots of the trees who stoically hold them surviving generations. What good do they do us now, how will they benefit us? Who is this screaming at our door… watch.”
Joseph felt a real presense by his side, with his time in this state coming to an end, he prayed one last time.
“Im sorry I cannot go back in time, one time I held a relic of times past, it is lost and cant be found, but at one time I tasted the salt of your earth, thank you.”
Josesph, smiled and slipped into a dream.