Oh I don’t think it terms of tanks but continuous turbulence of various pressures in open systems. Always had an overactive imagination. When I was 12, I was at a church camping trip for the weekend. JYF (Junior Youth Fellowship). It was at cabins somewhere. At some quiet moment, nobody was in the place where they had a fireplace and kitchen – big meeting room I guess. I was messing around with the fireplace, getting a fire going, I got it and sat on the couch just looking at it. My mind was wandering and I was thinking about something from school about colors and I wondered, “What would the universe look like if there was no colors?” Right then, it was as if I could see through my feet through the earth to the other side, across the universe. Nothing had any colors, everything was transparent but I got a sense of varying pressures as substitutions for colors as I was passing through stars and planets and blackholes and stuff ’til I came around and ended up back into myself. Probably about a 10-15 minute experience. It was pretty amazing. No drugs involved, just an overtired kid on a long camping trip by himself, imagining stuff. But yeah, no tanks. I never understood labs for isolation. Universe is all connected stuff.

Oh I don’t think it terms of tanks but continuous turbulence of various pressures in open systems.

Always had an overactive imagination. When I was 12, I was at a church camping trip for the weekend. JYF (Junior Youth Fellowship). It was at cabins somewhere.

At some quiet moment, nobody was in the place where they had a fireplace and kitchen – big meeting room I guess. I was messing around with the fireplace, getting a fire going, I got it and sat on the couch just looking at it.

My mind was wandering and I was thinking about something from school about colors and I wondered, “What would the universe look like if there was no colors?”

Right then, it was as if I could see through my feet through the earth to the other side, across the universe. Nothing had any colors, everything was transparent but I got a sense of varying pressures as substitutions for colors as I was passing through stars and planets and blackholes and stuff ’til I came around and ended up back into myself. Probably about a 10-15 minute experience.

It was pretty amazing. No drugs involved, just an overtired kid on a long camping trip by himself, imagining stuff.

But yeah, no tanks. I never understood labs for isolation. Universe is all connected stuff.

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I got the internet now. Hm, going to try and find that place. Good test of my research skills: minimal information but hopefully enough.

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Ok. You know how they say “Information is never lost”? Humbug. Practically speaking, it is. Is it technically possible to find an image of a large room within a cabin at a campsite in New Jersey that I attended between 1983-1986 that maps to an image in my memory?

Perhaps.

But access to public information is limited. It was a cruddy little campground back in the early 1980s, which was during the days where they though “Action Park” was a good idea (deadly dives off a cliff into water – an all water park in NJ that was so dangerous they made a movie about how dumb and dangerous it was). If they shut that down, I’m sure they also shut down the fond-memory-but falling apart place I went to.

So, it’s undoubtedly shut down. So it won’t be on any lists of campgrounds in NJ in 2019.

Information is never lost? Nah. I have a mental image but nothing to map it to. That’s one of the problems with universal spacetime mapping projects. Information access.

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