Done. I made it just before sunrise. By the way, around these parts, I measure my day as the distance between two sunrises, not the arbitrary and illusionary “midnight” date change operations at play around me.
I just got done sitting in the bathtub, with not water, with my clothes on….for one full hour. I dozde off a couple of times, but mainy I just asked myself the questions over and over.
1. What is going on here?
2. How did I end up here?
3. Why am I doing this?
Number one yielded sensory data, and told me that I could grow aware of more and more and more. An exercise in stepping outside of the realm of normal use values of the matter around me… I enjoy such things. A friend of mine, John Juan Matus I call him, called these little deliberate acts of illusion-breaking Not-Doings. They give a sorcerer an expanded perception and a broadended field of experience.
I started thinking that every house is already an abandoned house, and that living in houses is some kind of repeated patter, and that humans love their patterns oh so dearly. The bathtub could have been a basin, or a tank, or something else, to other occupants.
Question 2 yielded a trip in my mind, back through hearing about the book, buying it, the circumstances of being on an email group where the website for the book first appeared on my radar….Then, it amounted to everything that I had ever done in my life had led me to this experiment in the “bathtub.”
Question 3 made my mind wander and wander and wander. Why in the hell would I be doing this exercise, this not doing?
Then it hit me.
Just Because.
-GTD
I’ve always wanted to do something like this…only the bathtub is full of jello, hot and liquidity when I first get in. Then in the dead of winter with the window open in the bathroom, the jello slowly hardens…leaving me trapped like a banana…hmmm maybe I’m revealing too much?