Kryss looked over his ritual space for what felt like the thousandth time, making adjustments.  This particular pass was made with dowsing rods, just as the last one had been a crystal pendulum.  The layout was covered in symbols and mostly concentric patterns.  The custom warehouse in which it all lay was patterned after the Great Pyramid of Giza on the outside.

Within the patterns of the ritual floor space were many hundreds of symbolic items which (he hoped) represented a conceptual pattern of what he was trying to accomplish.  They wouldn't have made sense to anyone else.  Kryss himself was the focus of the ritual and the target of all the symbolic meanings was his own mind - his essential awareness, his soul self, his sub and/or super conscious mind, possibly his Christ consciousness or his oversoul.  In some ways this was all an elaborate prayer, in some ways an experiment in altered states of consciousness, and in some was a demo of quantum physics theory.

Most of his adjustments were made by feel.  He had a lot of experience with similar workings.  That was how he could afford the warehouse and its contents.  Slowly, over the years, his patterns had made certain types of gambling and stock investment (also gambling) more profitable.  But today he was working towards an entirely new goal - unlocking his own inner mysteries.  To that end, he was laying out the patterns of intention, and would soon be putting his own body and mind through calculated trauma designed to restructure his way of looking at reality.

As anchors for his hopes and intentions, several iconic books were arranged near the innermost circles of his ritual array:

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Illusions, by Richard Bach

The Natural of Personal Reality, a Seth book

The Conscious Universe, by Rupert Sheldrake

The Hero's Journey, by Joseph Campbell

The Keys of Enoch, by J.J. Hurtak

Journeys Out of Body, by Robert Monroe

These were some of the central pillars of intent.  In the inverse circle, he had books such as:

The Peter Principle

The Limits to Growth

The Population Bomb 

Ishmael

as warnings and wake-up calls.  Further from the center were the SF/Fantasy and gaming materials, and the more common new-age and "secret society" works.  At the far edge were dozens of computers running games and MMO software of all types, from the ancient Rogue and Master of Magic, to Skyrim, to Age of Conan and Blue Protocol.  Yet another outer circle held tabletop gaming books, painted figurines, and scenario maps - along with hundreds of assorted dice, and dozens of types of blank character sheets. 

Kryss had been on a pure-water fast for a week now, and had obtained a carefully calculated dosage of DMT to take in time with the Focus-10 state meditation via hemi-sync.  Deep in the background, a light-language DNA-transformation tape was playing.

It was Saturday, Oct 22, at 11:50 PM that the equinox would take place, so Kryss settled into his comfortable meditation bed at 11:15, getting in the zone via hemi-synch, and took his DMT dose at 11:35.  The vibrations in his body that were normal for him in meditative states slowly ramped up and he could feel pressure, and then pain, build up in his chakra regions.  Just as it was about to become unbearable and force him out of mediation, there was a sudden jerk and release, and he was floating in serene darkness.