Invision

I would impose contexts on reality, such that my sensory interpretation was altered to support those scenarios. Even when I caught myself doing this I suppressed the observation. Move along there - nothing to see here.

My epiphany had shown me that I interpreted the world with a specific context of which was conditioned and automatic, and that I believed that was concrete, real and undeniable from a scientific point view. I was a name, a body, in one place, with no assets and really of no consequence except by some grant by powers greater than myself like God or money. However there was another version of interpretation that was infinitely more interesting and worthwhile. This was the power to believe anything, which I later called Enigmatic Belief.

Through analysis I had un-ravelled much of my psychological conditioning, but not the core context of interpretive perception. I discovered that anything could be whatever I defined it to be. This is the definition of crazy, so I thought I better keep it under my hat, especially in those times. It probably was an unconscious process of incorporating my epiphany into my ordinary world, as some means of altering my conditioned reflex contexts of interpretation. Of course the weed would induce inquiry of the nature of the unconscious, what I would ordinarily not notice that would be magnified and exaggerated. Which for me took the form of - everyone knows but me the idiot. My God there is a whole world here of which I am unaware.

One day the neighborhood kids who SussieQ gave pottery lessons, put clay in the downstairs door lock. Bill who lived upstairs could not get in. He kicked the door in with his engineer boots and busted the frame; a macho guy.

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