Several Doors, a Few of Them the First Doors

I can remember a few different times I found the first doorway into another world. Usually, the doors were pulsing orbs, to begin with, and expanded as I concentrated on them. They look like a migraine spot, and secretly (until now) I have believed that frequent migraine sufferers are constantly being given the option to change their reality.

One time, there was a doorway in a hotel room in New Mexico. It was supposed to be an adjoining door to another room, but when I went through it, I was in a fiery pit, a hellish place. I had brought along condoms filled with holy water, just in case. I splattered one on the head of an approaching ‘demon’ (at least, the creature seemed frightening and ill-intentioned, so I can only assume). There were two other doorways created by this same method, which was making out with a Strange girl. Every time our lips met, I saw one of these portals open near the space where the event had taken place. The last one, the one I used to get here, was along an arroyo near her home. It ended everything in my old life I was holding onto and started this one. I am now thankful for having found it, though I sometimes feel guilty about the means.

Once there was one under Santa Claus’ seat at the Coronado Mall. I specifically remember feeling apprehensive about finding that one. Santa was actually a member of AMCIPO who was guarding the thing, but he let me through when he saw my determination. This portal took me to the 16th Street mall, in Denver, where I was accosted by a monk with cheap beads and a good business plan.

Another time, the door under Santa took me to a different Santa, this one was in New Jersey. I avoided the gateway to hell that is in Clifton, NJ (Read about that in Dearest Madeline). Not all doorways are worth the experience.

One of my favorite doors, and one of the easiest to find, is in Edwards, CO. In the cluster of shops that functions as the small town’s downtown, there is a door to a parking structure with the word ‘Narnia’ painted on it. No joke. Every time I went through this door I was in a slightly different reality. It was hardly noticeable at first. Check the pictures on your folding cash. Also, sometimes Gypsum, CO was overrun with shadowmen, and sometimes it wasn’t.

Another great one is in Detroit. This door is in the bathroom of Rose’s Fine Food. I think it’s always there, and can take you wherever you want to go. It’s kind of like Floo Powder or whatever.

Be careful of traps like The Elevator Game (I’m not going to link it, just Google it). Stuff like that is almost always a bad idea and though I had one good experience with this particular method, most people don’t.

Crap, I forgot about the Mattress Factory in Pittsburgh. That museum is always completely different in each reality you find. You can tell if you’re in a different plane if you go there and the name and or exhibitions (it’s usually cool installations) have changed too quickly.

Oh, and don’t go near Lincoln, NM. That place is shaky at best.

And New York City. That one is pretty obvious. Find the turtle outside Dag Hammarskjold Plaza. 46th Street and 2nd Ave. That building is where the publisher who handled Vonnegut’s novels had its offices. FYI

Anyway, that ought to get you started. Any means by which you can get to any of these places will help you gain perspective and enrich your life in ways you would have never guessed, but don’t be surprised if your relationships or friends and family change up on you and make you look crazy. Plus, the reality you started in will always be your main place, and however things work there will anchor your mind. You’ll snap back there if you run into trouble, and messing with the fabric of collective perception will have consequences. Fair warning.