Abrazaderas
Rising Star
- Merits
- 42
ego-death? no, ego-exaltation. bliss beyond pain and pleasure...
people often sense inner poverty and seek to be acted on by an outside agency. dmt gets approached like this alot. tales of mystical experiences, a supernatural intervention! something to edify or purify or justify an existence.
personally i do not believe in things. i see dmt as the eye of the needle. if you are able to absorb the terror - to let go of all that which you were not born with - you come through the other side dead sober.
laying in bed, drifting off to sleep, watching my mind twirl and fracture, the debate continues; ego, i, me, self, personhood, perspective, kia, soul, etcetera. who is talking? me. who's that? i. i. i. i. yes, my fiends and selves, i am irrevocably me.
i consider ego and soul to be synonymous. upon death, your soul dissipates, your flesh doesn't even notice.
i've been approached by 'entities', i mocked them, laughed at my own inventiveness, and they vanished and as ever here i was, inside myself, the calm center of a brain struck by a chemical, the observer of neural annihilation, unmoved by the disturbance. if god himself came down i'd laugh him to oblivion as well.
i prefer to look at dmt as a blast furnace for the mind. impurities can not be sustained. but do stay awake for it. don't black out; the pain will clean you out, sterilize you. leave you so, so, exquisitely empty.
what did you EXPECT a drug to do? change your life? save your soul? convince you? and the resulting confusion. the suffering is delightful, all for nothing, oh void do we come unto you, to partake of your mystery, to see such sights, such kaleidoscopic sadism of imagination ... amen.
people often sense inner poverty and seek to be acted on by an outside agency. dmt gets approached like this alot. tales of mystical experiences, a supernatural intervention! something to edify or purify or justify an existence.
personally i do not believe in things. i see dmt as the eye of the needle. if you are able to absorb the terror - to let go of all that which you were not born with - you come through the other side dead sober.
laying in bed, drifting off to sleep, watching my mind twirl and fracture, the debate continues; ego, i, me, self, personhood, perspective, kia, soul, etcetera. who is talking? me. who's that? i. i. i. i. yes, my fiends and selves, i am irrevocably me.
i consider ego and soul to be synonymous. upon death, your soul dissipates, your flesh doesn't even notice.
i've been approached by 'entities', i mocked them, laughed at my own inventiveness, and they vanished and as ever here i was, inside myself, the calm center of a brain struck by a chemical, the observer of neural annihilation, unmoved by the disturbance. if god himself came down i'd laugh him to oblivion as well.
i prefer to look at dmt as a blast furnace for the mind. impurities can not be sustained. but do stay awake for it. don't black out; the pain will clean you out, sterilize you. leave you so, so, exquisitely empty.
what did you EXPECT a drug to do? change your life? save your soul? convince you? and the resulting confusion. the suffering is delightful, all for nothing, oh void do we come unto you, to partake of your mystery, to see such sights, such kaleidoscopic sadism of imagination ... amen.