What if

Arthur C. Clarke was correct

when he said

that any sufficiently advanced technology

is indistinguishable from magic?

What if such "supernatural machines"

exist on this earth,

and are not commandeered

by military or government elites?

What if

there really are,

as have always been rumored,

mystery schools

that harbor

enlightened masters and shamanic geniuses and witchy saints

who ceaselessly conspire to

foment beauty, truth, love, and justice?

And what if

these magi have conjured

a supernatural machine

which can,

with your permission,

beam carrier waves

directly into your brain tissue,

using your skull as a transceiver?

And what if

the sole purpose

of these transmissions

is to link

your conscious ego

to the inaccessible part of your brain

called

your higher self

or guardian angel

or inner teacher?

Relax. Breathe sweetly and deeply. As you inhale, become aware that every one of your heart's beats originates in a gift of love directly from the Goddess Herself. As you exhale, allow every cell in your perfect animal body to purr with luminous gratitude for the enormity of the blessings you endlessly receive. Become aware that any residue of hatred still tainting your libido is draining out of you into the good earth.

Continue to breathe sweetly and deeply. Now gently explode yourself into an even more serene shimmer of reverence. Feel the lustful compassion flowing from your mitochondria in spiral hallelujahs. Sense the flocks of blood-red angels floating across the grey-green pupils of your eyes, dropping bunches of fresh beets to celebrate your homecoming.

You are now more at peace than you have ever been in your life. Your body feels the way it does after you've floated for an hour in warm seawater. The calcium in your bones and the iron in your blood are swarming with memories of how they were originally forged at the core of a red giant star that died billions of years ago.

Now imagine that you're dreaming, but you're also wide awake. You're both and neither. It's not exactly like an out-of-body experience and it's not exactly like virtual reality, yet it feels like both. You're in the Drivetime, the wormhole that connects the Dreamtime and the Waketime. You have become one with the Televisionary Oracle.

What if

by merely imagining these possibilities

you have cast a brainy love spell

on yourself,

linking

your conscious ego

to the inaccessible part of your brain

called

your higher self

or guardian angel

or inner teacher?