“Sky was raining question marks”

The seeker has gone to the desert in quest of a vision; there is rarely water falling from the heavens, but today it is as if mysteries bombard the seeker from above. Uncertainty dominates the climate.

“Spirits spinning bodies of dust”

Dust-devils appear to have a life of their own, animated by the unseen entities the seeker intends to contact. The seeker is vaguely aware of also being a body of dust animated by a spirit.

“Air rippling with cobalt sparks”

The energy is palpable in the air as the moment of transcendence approaches.

“Finding new life with each new gust”

The wind is the breath of the unseen world the seeker is about to enter.

Verse 2

“Coming to in a bed of thorns”

The seeker has taken the sacrament, passed out, and recovered consciousness amongst a pile of cactus points. The image is intended to cross the “bed of nails” used by yogis with the “crown of thorns” from Golgotha.

“Beneath a scalding hot pink dome”

The seeker has recovered consciousness, but is still very much in a psychedelic state. Colors are vibrant to the point of emitting heat, the rosy sunset pulses with an energy not measured in mercury.

“Wailing wind imitating horns”

The world appears musical; the sounds of nature seem organized in measure.

“Mirages curdling up with foam.”

Illusions are behaving as if they are real; at this moment, what might be dismissed as a trick of light is as valid as any other perception.

Verse 3

“A crowd appeared like smoke”

The tableau has become populated by numerous entities of an unknown nature; they may be ghosts, or fairies; but they have been dancing forever and will continue eternally.

“Where nothing at all should be”

The rational mind remembers that this was an empty space, but perceptions indicate otherwise.

“Wondering what kind of joke”

The desert is known to be a trickster…

“The desert was playing on me”

But the seeker is baffled by the apparitions.


Chorus

“Time to make it happen”

A motivational meme calling for a new counter-cultural Renaissance, the main takeaway from this vision.

“Just like we done before”

The cycle of time is reiterated; we know what course to take by observing our forebears

“Open up that door”

Huxley’s Door of Perception


Verse 4

“The ambrosia and the nectar flowed”

Having partaken of the foods of the gods, the seeker enters their world.

“Lost all track of time”

In this realm, clocks are alien and the seeker has reached a state of eternal now.

“After a while everything glowed”

The seeker has actually descended from the mountain enough to discern physical objects and relate to sequences. The abstract is becoming more concrete.

“Beyond reason or rhyme”

The scene makes no rational sense, but there is no need for it to do so. There will be time enough to process incongruities.

Verse 5

“Mobius band got out of hand”

The loop of causality seems so convoluted and self-generated that the seeker is overwhelmed by the sense of connection between all events and beings. The music of the spheres is deafening.

“A bearded giant sat up on a cliff”

The seeker spots a husky figure overlooking the scene, legs dangling over the valley

“Smile so big it lit up the land”

With an infectious grin which literally brightens the tableau

“As he teased a familiar riff”

The seeker identifies the entity as the ghost of Garcia playing to the spirits

Verse 6:

“Goatman Pan with a pipe and a plan”

The seeker is filling in the cast of this otherworldly ensemble from the halls of mythology.

“Looping distortions through the caves”

Pan is wiring the valley for an Acid Test-like polyphonic experience.

“Playing Bacchanalian Jam for all the fans”

Ecstatic dance parties have been a form of transcendent experience for all of human history. When we dance, we align to the cosmic forces and invite deity.

“Building castles out of waves”

Sound is intangible, but the physical world is driven by it. All works begin as ideas, transmitted through the air as music and speech, manifesting via the medium of mind.

“Sarasvati strumming slide sitar”

The daughter of Brahma is matron goddess of poetry and music; she traditionally plays a sitar.

“Seven sisters down from the stars”

These are the Pleiades, mythologically enshrined in the heavens

“Sitting in as a backup choir”

Minor roles are sometimes as important as major ones; heavenly influences can be of galactic or microscopic proportions. All voices are valid.

“With Pele dancing and breathing fire”

Our deities reflect the landscape and environment. In Hawaii, the volcano is a mighty goddess. Also, the music is created not only by the sound-makers, but dancers as well.

“Shiva rocking skins with all six limbs”

The Destroyer aspect of the Trimurti is frequently pictured with a drum; here, He plays a modern kit with twin pedals.

“Beating on singularity’s rim”

The magnitude of this beat is such that all of existence vibrates to it.

“Drumming out the dead in single file”

Lord Shiva is master of the dead, ushering them back to the world for the next incarnation.

“Chugging Soma like it’s going out of style.”

Ironic, because the identity of the ancient psychedelic drink is not truly known.