Shpongle

"...crashed spacecraft. An explanation that folks, sentient, extra terrestrial enitities are somehow active on Earth. But certainly there is a vast quantity of documentation 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 !"

So! You take let us assume a third toke; long and slow. You vaporise and you take it in and in and in... and there is a sound like the crumpling of a plastic bread wrapper or the crackling of flame and a tone. A mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
and there is this....... (Explosion)

There is a cheer. The gnomes have learned a new way to say hooray.

The walls, such they be, are crawling with geometric hallucinations.

Very brightly coloured, very irridescent. Deep sheens and very highly reflective surfaces
everything is machine-like and polished and throbbing with energy but that is not what immediately arrests my attention. What arrests my attention is the fact that this space is inhabited.

And so like jewelled self dribbling basketballs these things come running forward and what they are doing with this visible language that they create is they are making gifts! They are making gifts for you and they will say ...

Waves of the soft spring wind
Love's flood tide is rising full
The moon of love is rising full
Sea of beauty.
The moon of love is rising full
Love's flood tide.

Some laugh, some weep, some dance for joy.
My mind craves nectar day and night.

Like a blue lotus floating on the sea of love.
Lingering in ashantically
Lingering in the akashic realms
Lingering in the realms.

Blue lotus floats, floating, floating..
Some laugh, some weep, some dance for joy.
My mind craves nectar day and night.

So! You take let us assume a third toke; long and slow. You vaporise and you take it in and in and in... and there is a sound like the crumpling of a plastic bread wrapper or the crackling of flame and a tone. A mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
and there is this....... (Explosion)

There is a cheer. The gnomes have learned a new way to say hooray.

The walls, such they be, are crawling with geometric hallucinations.

Very brightly coloured, very irridescent. Deep sheens and very highly reflective surfaces
everything is machine-like and polished and throbbing with energy but that is not what immediately arrests my attention. What arrests my attention is the fact that this space is inhabited.

And so like jewelled self dribbling basketballs these things come running forward and what they are doing with this visible language that they create is they are making gifts! They are making gifts for you and they will say ...

Waves of the soft spring wind
Love's flood tide is rising full
The moon of love is rising full
Sea of beauty.
The moon of love is rising full
Love's flood tide.

Some laugh, some weep, some dance for joy.
My mind craves nectar day and night.

Like a blue lotus floating on the sea of love.
Lingering in ashantically
Lingering in the akashic realms
Lingering in the realms.

Blue lotus floats, floating, floating..
Some laugh, some weep, some dance for joy.
My mind craves nectar day and night.