untimelyethos
Rising Star
Before I entered into a community such as this or met others like you, I thought - for the most part - that I was alone. As far back as I can remember, I have journeyed to other planes of existence. I have soared and searched my consciousness for years in dreams (what I consider more like "visions" or "trips" ), meditation, and thought. I wouldn't call it lucid dreaming. Until recently I didn't think that dreams were something you could control. I wouldn't call them nightmares, though feeling limitless is in many ways terrifying. I wouldn't consider myself lucky, because I believe there is a reason that I have these visions.
I had never met anyone who had experienced anything close to this, until I met a kindred spirit nearly four years ago. I had never tried any mind-altering substance. Initially, I resisted, fearing that it might somehow detract from what I considered at the time to be more "organic" trips. But he was patient, allowing the spice to come to me. Since enjoying quite a few varying spices and traveling new planes of existence, suffice to say that I have taken an interest in them.
Sometimes we travel using the same vessel, other times we choose different paths. He has shown me new ways of travel, and I have told him of places he must go. Rather than "needing" each other, we fill one another's cup with the joy and mystery that we have beheld. He was the first person I met that knew the places - the deep recesses of consciousness - I had known for so long.
Sometimes I lose sight of this great gift, a traveler like me. Many of us travel alone, for years. We beat a silent drum, we sing a forgotten hymn, we point towards a sun that shines only for those with minds wide open. We think no one is watching, listening, feeling, but you are here after all.
With grace and an openness to learn and discuss more, I introduce myself, the untimely ethos.
I had never met anyone who had experienced anything close to this, until I met a kindred spirit nearly four years ago. I had never tried any mind-altering substance. Initially, I resisted, fearing that it might somehow detract from what I considered at the time to be more "organic" trips. But he was patient, allowing the spice to come to me. Since enjoying quite a few varying spices and traveling new planes of existence, suffice to say that I have taken an interest in them.
Sometimes we travel using the same vessel, other times we choose different paths. He has shown me new ways of travel, and I have told him of places he must go. Rather than "needing" each other, we fill one another's cup with the joy and mystery that we have beheld. He was the first person I met that knew the places - the deep recesses of consciousness - I had known for so long.
Sometimes I lose sight of this great gift, a traveler like me. Many of us travel alone, for years. We beat a silent drum, we sing a forgotten hymn, we point towards a sun that shines only for those with minds wide open. We think no one is watching, listening, feeling, but you are here after all.
With grace and an openness to learn and discuss more, I introduce myself, the untimely ethos.