'All these energies are making me sway. This is a sphircular vortex.... spinning ... spinning ... spinning .... spinning .... spinning .... like this...'
Shpongle — Vapour Rumours
...crashed spacecraft. An explanation that folks, sentient, extra terrestrial enitities are somehow active on Earth. But certainly there is a vast (...) entity (...) on the phenomena of unidentified flying objects.
We can not rule out the possibility that creatures, who may well be superior to us, are interested in what is happening on our Earth. These unidentified flying objects that appear to display unique characteristics, such as their speed, their rapid manouvering and so on, must be studied in the interest of mankind.
It's 3 o'clock. What may well be the most important afternoon in the history of this world. Humanity's first contact with an extra terrestrial species.
We're receiving a transmission. We're seeing some sort of vapour. I don't know, gas or something? Wait - something is happening!
Shpongle — Behind Closed Eyelids
'Behind closed eyelids. In very many cases, the visionary quality - the quality of the vision - so to say spills over into the external world. So that the experiencer, when he opens his eyes, sees the outer world transfigured.'
Shpongle — Divine Moments of Truth
DMT, DMT, doo dee doo DMT, LSD doo DMT, LSD doo DMT... Divine moments of truth, total and utter cosmic stuff...
Where is Shpongleland?
A Multi-verse Not very far away, Where Queues and Noise don't exist, neither pain nor fear, scary faces or BadSmells... just peace & pieces, and perfect Weather. Sucking the big toe of humanity, your armchair turns into an Aural spacecraft, Catapulting you thru the veils of Reality and consciousness into a Psychedelic adult theme park: Sonar ballisTickle soma-sucking cyber-sorcerers, floating Weightlessly on the threshold of Bliss, creating psycho-geometric Atomic Telepathic shimmering incandescant Dream dilations.
This hybrid Exotic serofonin-drenched electroplasmic dripping Brain-forest moves With endless Hallucinogenic changing patterns while un-noticed, a million Angels dance on a pinhead. Fun-shui, Phreaological Escapology; The Divine Moment of Truth... the inevitability if the unexpected - the Vortex of the Cortex. Knowing What we don't Know, While sampling the cosmos; From the Darkness to the Light; from the Unreal to the Real... from death to immortality...
Let's get Shpongled!
