This isn’t a story I planned to tell, but it came about and so I will.
I was reading a biography of Cordwainer Smith, one that really delves into his private Instrumentality world and how it connected up with his equally strange and complicated life. Anyway I had a massive reaction to a minor medicine, a reaction consisting mostly of blinding pain.
In the middle of the pain, I felt myself lifting outwards and sidewards into Space-3, a mystical space through which one was supposed to be able to traverse religion and time to cross distance.
Anyway it helped.