My Library

"Am over a wet highway, buildings nearby and in the distance. The wind is blowing. It's cold. And it is raining hard." I didn't even have time to sketch this, for it was easy enough to articulate into the tape recorder. Having said as much, I noted that there was water glistening on the highway -- and then said: "That's it! Tucson's having a fucking big rainstorm," although the forbidden word was not entered into the record of the experiment. "That's it?" questioned Janet through the intercom. "Yeah, that's it -- only that I'm slightly dizzy. I thought this would take longer. It's raining and very cold there." "Okay," Janet replied, again breathing hard. Through the intercom I heard her dialing the number of the weather service in Tucson. I was sweating, and started to pull off the electrodes. I noticed that my spine was tingling -if that's the correct word. Before I could stand up, though, Janet said through the intercom: "Well, you're right on, baby. Right now Tucson is having unexpected thunderstorms and the temperature is near freezing?" I remember all of this with extreme clarity, largely because it was my first consciously experienced Zap-Pop biolocation thing. It is indelibly etched somewhere in "my mind."