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Curioser and curioser..

Sookie’s visit to Faeryland was an ironic satire of Saturday afternoon matinees and Sid and Marty Kroftt’s allegories for children.  Land of the lost indeed, and the set pieces, dialogue, and acting were just about as credible as the fare emanating from  the venerable old schlock meisters.  ‘Very good. As you were’, says Sookie’s erstwhile Faery Godmother to the milling extras, sounding for all the world like a stage director and fairly screaming at us that this is a stage play, a big production, and all for Sookie’s benefit. [see my previous post for an analysis of 'Faeryland'] The suspension of disbelief required to take this hysterically ironic ‘adventure’ seriously is as vast as the chasm Sookie precipitously jumped into.

If we didn’t get it in Faeryland, Sookie’s return to Bon Temps with Grandaddy Earl sealed the deal:

Really now, are we supposed to take this make-up-with-a-trowel-job at face value? No. Only Sookie would be taken in by this overwrought sci fi melodrama, complete with the bestowing of a precious heirloom and a tear-jerking death scene.

Did Sookie get sucked into a space-time vortex or did she experience something akin to a DMT trip?

DMT produces a vivid other-worldly landscape when ingested, often including elves, aliens, insects, snakes, jaguars, etc. This is true for the majority of people who try it.

1. DMT acts primarily at the 5-HT2A receptor, which is where the hallucinogenic tryptamines work their visual magic. Without going into all the details here, let’s just assume for a moment that a molecule with the proper shape acting at 5-HT2A site can significantly disrupt and/or enhance visual sensory processing, depending on dosage. If this is the case, then dumping DMT into the perceptual wetworks is akin to messing with the logic that produces the display on the computer screen you are looking at right now.

3. The archetypal DMT “entities” are pretty well categorized, with most people seeing elves or aliens or fairies or angels or some kind of loopy little spirits that dance about and tell riddles. Sometimes it is a spirit-animal like a jaguar or a snake, sometimes it is none of the above and goes totally off the map. But getting back to the elf thing (which is what many people find to be the most curious aspect), I initially found it very surprising to be confronted by elves in my DMT experiences, and on psilocybe mushrooms as well, and did indeed perceive them as externalized, morphing, disincarnate beings. I even managed to carry on rudimentary conversations of sorts. However, the more I experimented with DMT the more I found that the “elves” were merely machinations of my own mind. While under the influence I found I could think them into existence, and then think them right out of existence simply by willing it so. Sometimes I could not produce elves, and my mind would wander through all sorts of magnificent and amazing creations, but the times that I did see elves I tried very hard to press them into giving up some non-transient feature that would confirm at least a rudimentary “autonomous existence” beyond my own imagination. Of course, I could not. Whenever I tried to pull any information out of the entities regarding themselves, the data that was given up was always relevant only to me. The elves could not give me any piece of data I did not already know, nor could their existence be sustained under any kind of prolonged scrutiny. Like a dream, once you realize you are dreaming you are actually slipping into wakefulness and the dream fades. So it is with the elves as well. When you try to shine a light of reason on them they dissolve like shadows. Link

Everybody else is trippin’ on V and Sookie is not immune. In fact, the poor girl has lost her mind.

Alice: I wonder if I’ve been changed in the night? Let me think. Was I the same when I got up this morning? I almost think I can remember feeling a little different. But if I’m not the same, the next question is ‘Who in the world am I?’ Ah, that’s the great puzzle!

We first get an inkling that something just ain’t right when Sookie either neglected to have Gran’s birth and death dates inscribed on her tombstone, or for some odd reason the poor girl just isn’t seeing it:

Then of course she ‘wakes up’–after poor Earl has turned to dust before her eyes–in the exact same spot and position she was in when her *ahem* adventure began. As day follows night…

Under certain conditions this could be called a ‘stress position’.

Sookie has crossed the bridge into a whole new world. Her house is spanking clean and totally refurbished, if no longer her property, and her friends, family, and former lover have all moved on with their lives as if Sookie’s disappearance had caused barely a ripple in the forward trajectory of their lives. Newly deputized Jason not only sold her house out from under her, he and the sheriff apparently didn’t know that if you can call in the DEA for a minor drug raid in a junkyard, you can call in the FBI for help finding a missing pretty blonde white girl with a penchant for wearing head bands and girly sundresses. Who else is surprised the dynamic duo couldn’t interest Nancy “Bombshell” Grace in behaving like loon over Sookie on national television?

Why, her disappearance must not have garnered any concern at all at Authority Headquarters if they were content to enthrone Bill Compton as the vampire King of Louisiana amidst public accusations of murdering the pretty blonde white girl. Well, the accusations had to be public, right? If Bill is demanding a public clearing of his name in exchange for compensating the county for the search efforts, then everybody must have known. Right? It’s almost as if the Authority suddenly isn’t concerned with the reputation of vampires, not even monarchs..oh wait…

King William the Usurper sure is popular with the human population of Bon Temps, including the mayor. Did this happen overnight? In the midst of a ‘post Russell Edgington world’ with protests going on nightly in the places vampires congregate, snake-oil preachers frothing on television, and howls of ‘Fangbanger’ to be heard throughout the land, the mayor of a small Lousiana town evinces no qualms about being seen at the same podium with a vampire who was until 24 hours ago a suspect in the disappearance of a pretty blonde white girl. A girl who turned up out of the blue after being ‘missing’ for an entire year on a secret vampire mission. No further explanations needed, all is forgiven! Isn’t it cute that Bill is dating the town Belle-Deb?

The pharmaceutical companies, the liberal media, or *somebody* has poisoned the towns’ water supply with “LSD” as a mind control experiment or these good and decent flag-waving Southern-Americans are bucking the entire right-wing juggernaut of hate to sing Kumbaya with a vampire cuz they feel like it, by damn.

Now, I’m not saying *somebody* did spike the water supply–not for sure for sure anyway– but let’s just for the sake of argument assume these good people didn’t take the time to really get to know and love Bill Compton and some hanky panky has been going on down at the local resovoir. In which case we might speculate on what other types of mass psychosis would  the population of Bon Temps experience besides an extreme tolerance of vampire murder suspects. Hmmm…

Of course, we can all console ourselves that everything is as it should be back at Fangtasia. Pam can’t be bothered to blow smoke up our asses and Eric doesn’t give a shit if we are stupid. His attitude is if you can’t appreciate winking irony and are soothed by false sincerity that’s your problem.

Alice: What a funny watch! It tells the day of the month, and it doesn’t tell what o’clock it is!
The Hatter: Why should it? Does your watch tell you what year it is?
Alice: Of course not, but that’s because it stays the same year for such a long time together.

Poor Sookie. She was only gone for 15 minutes and look what happened. Her whole world is upside down and she doesn’t know where to turn. Oh wait, yes she does.

She wanted to invite him  in but her pride dictated she resort to batting her eyelashes and crying prettily so that he would invite himself and she can reluctantly agree ‘for a little while’. When he doesn’t show an interest in staying and instead turns to leave her response is “I’m glad you’re ok”. Really Sookie? You’re glad HE is ok? Did you forget that just an hour or so ago you found out he let two psychos beat you to within an inch of your life so he can get his LSD..err..DMT…err..blood into you? And that he was sent by his queen to procure you as part of their Human/Faerie Hybrid Harvesting Program or ‘Faerietelpro‘? Hmmm…

This is not the face of a woman who just found out he let two psychos beat her to within an inch of her life

What’s wrong with you Sookie?? Snap out of it!

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Part 2 coming soon.