My Days as an Intergalactic Agent
[The Ayahuasca Monologues] • It's 2006 and I'm alone in the wilderness. I have drunk the potion and I am now seeing the visions. My notebook rests in my hand, I am writing down everything that I see, think or feel, as I always do when going on mind excursions.
Surrounded by these barren mountains I am struck by a feeling of hopelessness. My mind is filled with the images of President Bush, President Mahmoud Ahmadinejad and Prime Minister Ehud Olmert, and all of those other powerful people who seem to have made up their minds to clash and crash the world; of me, stuck in the middle of them all, in my home in the middle of the Middle East, destined to get blown up soon some way or another. I am thinking about the television channels, about these lies of propaganda they are feeding us in between commercials. Is there any way out? The ayahuasca vine downloads the answer to my question:
"It is us against them / light against darkness / a struggle for the control of knowledge and the exegesis of reality / they will not give up / television will not give up / it will proceed spreading darkness / and we must proceed spreading light / till the end, with love / but we, the rebels, must learn to use their weapons / the weapons of media / these weapons belong to us / free them, free yourself."
Being the good Jew that I was in those days, I firmly believed that the world is made up of some kind of code. You want to change the world? Just find the hack and inject it into the system. Kabbalah says that a person who knows the name of God can create the world anew and perform miracles. Everything is possible if you know the right code. Now with the power of this potion, I finally feel as if I might be able to learn it soon.
I am seeing these amazing visions, telling me that all people, even the host of the Channel 2 news broadcast, are particles of light, that they are all entities struggling to free themselves from a cobweb of dark attachments. Everything is God, the other is you and you are everything. The whole Middle-Eastern conflict strikes me suddenly as peculiarly strange and even inscrutable. Why in the hell should we fight for space, when we can't even begin to comprehend what space is? Oh, if only they could see what I am seeing now, they would be free and love everything, as I am experiencing now.
Then I think of YouTube, that new website which hosts videos on the web. Suddenly YouTube seems to be the answer for the problem of transmitting the code of the Geula, the Hebrew for salvation/redemption, in the postmodern media age. Theoretically, the video site can allow anyone with access to the code the ability to upload it and transmit it through the web, where it will virally disseminate, turning people on. This could be a mass Internet movement for the awakening of humanity. All you need is the right code, the code to make every media junky tune in and reprogram their minds.
The messages and images streaming within my head appear alien, as if coming from another intergalactic culture unknown to me, but also almost omnipotent in their power of transformation. I can't help but wonder, what if I could somehow record this experience that I am having right at this moment and transmit it through YouTube? If I ask Mother Ayahuasca she might generously supply me with the information of how to turn my house into an intergalactic station and transmit these messages to the world, so all will be able to see what I am witnessing right now.
Finally, after years of mourning about my hopeless situation, stuck in this horrible region filled with rabid madmen desperately determined to kill each other and endlessly readying themselves towards "the Big War," a new hope is opening up before me. The world of ego is trying to control us, but these messages coming into my mind from another universe could just be the answer, a key to unlock the door for us all. They are the instructions for the creation of an intergalactic academy, which will transmit its cosmic knowledge through the Internet via YouTube.
No wonder the Geula was so late in arriving on our planet. This could never happen before. These alien forces have waited until this new messianic technology appeared, which now allows them to by-pass the power structures of mass media and transmit their intergalactic messages directly to all people. Web 2.0 will be the beginning of Prophecy 2.0. Geula, here you come!
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A month later I'm back in the wilderness. I have thought things over, and I am ready to proceed with my mission. Now I am consuming the potion, drinking the spirit of God, waiting for the revelations to come. I am here on a mission of espionage, trying to contact intergalactic headquarters for instructions on how to connect this world with the other world. I am the undercover agent, undercover in this world, on a mission on behalf of another universe, about to start an alien invasion of love upon this great beautiful planet called Earth.
But then something happens. The mission of the psychedelic agent is tricky and devious. In order to contact that other universe, he must erase the self and become infinity. But then again, if he succeeds in forgetting who he is, he might also forget why he's come here. He might waste time on idle hallucinations, losing sight of his mission.
I am lost in other worlds, seeing myself as a multitude of creatures streaming through my body. I am women, I am animals, I am plants, and rocks and an unending river of strange figures who are passing through me, all becoming part of me. I am nothing and I am everything. I see a group of fairies unstitching my identity into thin threads and then weaving and unstitching me again and again in an endless variety of forms.
I become enmeshed in this curious and beautiful image when I suddenly hear faint but distinct noises that remind me of Morse code. My consciousness slowly awakens to the sounds of intergalactic transmissions arriving from the cosmic underground. My perception observes a transdimensional satellite hovering over our planet, sending its messages down to me, here alone in the wilderness, connecting to it with my body's own intergalactic technologies. Yes, I remember who I am! I am a hallucinated James Bond who must perform his messianic mission, and it has nothing to do with the fact that I am not suitable in any way, that I am fraught with numerous flaws and weaknesses. I am here and this is all that matters, because very soon everybody will have to become the messiah.
Suddenly my consciousness is transported into a cosmic training field. A new lobe seems to spring up inside of my brain, as if from nowhere. My intergalactic training agents have put me on a new multidimensional grid and I am galloping fiercely, jumping from one universe to another like a transdimensional kung-fu fighter, breathing inside an endless flow of knowledge, beyond anything I've ever seen before.
And then I vomit. I have to purge yourself, cleanse my filthy being to become a vessel for the light. Mother Ayahuasca won't reside alongside all the junk that you have accumulated up until now. Go down to the shadows, and rise up, eagle of power. This is your initiation; Geula is coming. The messages come in:
"Mister Conspiracy, Wake up!!! / Please realize that the biggest conspiracy is the conspiracy of your existence / Who are you?"
I am with the mother. She is engulfing me, teaching me to become a soldier in the army of eternal love. These endless worlds are emanating from within me, claiming their right of existence, letting me know that I have never before realized who I truly am, that I, and everybody else, is about to undergo a beautiful transformation. If I can only cleanse myself thoroughly, if I can become a lucid vehicle for the light, the knowledge that is buried inside of me will be revealed and truth will be seen.
I am shown a beautiful tapestry of colors -- a code that pertains to visual signals. These are the colors to use in my YouTube clips. A stream of images is moving through me, immersing me in the visuals to be used in the clips of the Geula.
Then I am shown a vast series of intergalactic fashion and design artifacts. The Geula will have to be worn as well as lived in. They go together. A whole line of clothing, furniture, and gadgetry appears -- things to remind us of the other reality, to make us live in it, to make our bodies reside in it.
And that intergalactic voice, recognizable by a peculiar vocal texture, one that reminds me of a cross between a police siren and a power saw, zaps immoderately bizarre slogans into my head:
"People of the earth / I call upon you / The entire universe is having a party tonight / Don't miss it! / Don't open your TV / Open your internal TV / Tune to all channels / Don't look at Beckham / You are Beckham / Don't look at Kate Moss / You are Kate Moss."
If we could but create a global movement for consciousness expansion we might become a people of prophets. We only have to practice our consciousness, teaching it ever new ways to grow and see the world. Before my eyes I see this strange figure, an amalgamation of prophet and aerobics trainer -- the intergalactic prophet. His shining figure is jumping up and down and he is waving his hands erratically, calling:
"Now the whole of humanity. Breathe! / Hop Hop! Breathe humanity! / Come on humanity, stretch yourself! / Become stabile in body as in mind! / Develop inner power! / Learn to breathe! / Learn to live!"
That strange prophet is me, and yet it is utterly alien, shouting its messages at me, demanding of me to break my old bonds and re-grow in its image. Terrence McKenna said that we have become so alienated from ourselves, that when our true self reveals itself it seems like an alien to us. I must become this alien.
Intergalactic is this primal voice of humanity, heard beyond the rage and the pain, from the depths of the forests, a voice calling aloud, "wake up!!!"
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During the months following these experiences, I dedicate myself to recreating the intergalactic underground visions and messages in the form of YouTube videos. I assemble a team of gifted media professionals dedicated to the goal of bringing a new dawn to humanity. I hop from one artist to the next over the summer, getting them excited about the upcoming Geula, while the newspaper headlines repeatedly threaten our Israeli homeland with the prospect of an all out war with Iran. I know I have to stop this. It's now 2007 and I'm convinced this will either be the year of the long-awaited nuclear war between Israel and Iran, or the year of the Geula. In order to make the message more global, I integrate Persian, Hebrew, Arabic, Russian, Chinese, Japanese, French, German, Portuguese, and Spanish into the primarily English-based videos. I am convinced that when the truth is finally told, people will understand and embrace it.
Creating the clips doesn't demand much creativity. The instructions are already there. Sure, I have some minor decisions to make about how to frame this shot, or how to edit that sequence, but generally the information about the message, the vibe, the visual structure - is already there in its entirety, transmitted to me by the cosmic underground. There's nothing for me to do but to utterly dedicate myself to making these visions receive earthly form.
Back in Tel Aviv, life goes on as normal. People attend wild parties, fall in love, and then after the weekend, head back to work. The stock market is booming and our politicians continue playing their role as the impotent navigators of a corrupt culture looking for a way out. I spend almost all of my time at home, working. I have no more direct contact with the underground. Even though I would spend all of my time planning its coming invasion, it seems as if the underground itself has moved into the shadows. Now I'm a lone agent, out of touch with headquarters, in the foreign land of Earth. I have to count upon myself and upon the knowledge I've received. The experience is peculiar. It sometimes feels as if I'd been drafted by a crazy alien organization that is so underground that even its agents aren't sure whether it exists at all. For months I stop working, neglecting my college studies, my personal relationships, and even falling into debt. My life's falling apart, however this all seems secondary in comparison to the magnitude and promise of the visions. As soon as the messianic videos go online, history will reach its conclusion. There's no need to worry about details like money, relationships or studies.
After putting the first Intergalactic video up on YouTube, I sit in my room, anxiously waiting for something enormous to happen, for the code to break the walls of consciousness, spread around the world and wake everybody up. When I go to sleep that night, a part of me actually believes I might wake up the next morning in a different, enlightened world.
Needless to say, this doesn't happen. The next morning the world remains frustratingly the same. Many people love the Intergalactic Underground videos and even feel inspired to become better people. Some think it's a joke while others find it too weird, crazy, noisy, or just plain nonsense. The intergalactic messages, which combine pop culture with theological messages, confuse people from both ends of the spectrum. Pop culture aficionados without any background in religion or spirituality think this is some kind of crazy Ali G style prank. Religious people without any interest in pop culture say the message is true, but why in the world do I have to shout so much while flashing all these crazy colors at them. The ones who were at home both in pop culture as well as in the spiritual domain seem to get it, sometimes even love it, but they were generally the minority.
One of the personal lessons I take from this whole experience is that there is an almost insurmountable gap between the other worlds, from which these messages came, and this world. If you watch those clips while on a trip, you get it, you totally get it, but to really understand them you need to already be in that other place in your mind where inner truth can be revealed. If you just glance at the videos during an office lunch-break while checking your inbox, they lose their potency.
Words and images can help make it vivid, but they aren't enough to make it undeniable to all. It is all about a feeling, this feeling I had when I was with Mother Ayahuasca in the wilderness. I thought I might be able to record it and transmit it, but there's no real way to transmit that kind of experience, not on YouTube anyway. In the following months I would ponder this problem again and again and envision a futuristic enlightenment machine, a machine to record consciousness states, which could enable us to record the state of enlightenment, upload it on the web, and download it to all people.
Maybe that kind of machine could bring the Geula, perhaps not. Maybe I needed to lay off this crazy messianic stuff about Geula for a while and get back to taking care of my own life. And that's what I did. However, I never regret being drafted for the intergalactic underground and dedicating months of my life to establish their YouTube channel. As we used to say among us Geula agents in the messianic days of 2007, "Every person should try and bring the Geula, at least once in their lifetime."
And the Geula is still there, hidden somewhere on the web. The message of the underground is still there, on that Intergalactic Underground channel, available for each and every person who is willing to receive the teachings. From time to time, when I feel down or away from "the force," I tune into the channel, and remember those visions I had in the wilderness, and the beginning of my new life as an intergalactic disciple.
 "Geula" is the Hebrew word for Salvation/Redemption. I use it here instead of its English counterparts because I feel these English words come from within a different context and miss the very special euphoric and spiritual overtones of the term Geula.