Everyone collects together and the meeting begins. Someone asks why this location was chosen. Terence explains that we're less noticeable here to "questionable parties", plus it's more earth-friendly than a more typical seminar/conference. We represent a growing underground community of psychedelic-informed intelligentsia and digerati who are aware of the coming cultural transformation. We are the few who are aware that consciousness is less like the standard metaphor of a solid, and more like a liquid or a gas--a fluid substance that will fill and take on the shape of whatever container holds it--quite capable of existing in modes apart from, or in addition to, the human body. The interesting question may be, why did Mind ever choose to be limited by the physical body in the first place? Terence pauses, runs over to his camper shell and comes back with a piece of paper in his hand. He says he was writing some humorous lyrics about this topic and proceeds to sing a parody of the classic Schoolhouse Rock tune "Conjunction Junction". It begins with the line, "Subjective perception, what's your function?...." The conference goes on for days, but eventually I have to return to college for the Fall's classes. Others have really settled in and plan to stay here for several weeks since it's a Rainbow Gathering of sorts. I say goodbye to my dad, fiery Terence, and a female friend, then take one of the half-cars and drive away.
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