murphythecat
Rising Star
hi everyone! Well oh well, it seems that I have a hard time accepting this illusion. I had a wonderful experience of shrooms later today.
Typical trip until again the harsh reality grasp me.
Even the spirits werent able to grab me, I was complete, one. And then, suddenly, I felt as if my world, my illusion, is found. that it cant stay like that, because I have found for this moment that we are all faking it. We are all faking life as if its important, but its not. It is a illusion, the world is around me only because I decide to look at it, otherwise the world does not exist. And it hit hard, bad elves looking at me in close eye vision with mean eye, just the feeling of beign used or something. But I was being used, used by the shrooms trying to live. those spirits are just waiting to live thrue us I guess. No doubt the elves are represented everywhere, because they exist somewhere, they are higher then us, but it doesnt mean anything, they still are in a illusion.
Ah yeah, things wants to live but I am the only one that let them live or not, I am the catalisist of all experience. No experience can occur if I am not allowing it, meaining that I decide everything around me, and if I decide to stop playing the game, the game will end, and that scares the fuck out of me.
What can I do when this happen. This in fact always happen nowadays no matter the substance or the dose I do. It's like when I take a psychadelic, I feel that im just bullshitting my self even more, throwing me into a even bigger illusion. Spirits exist, yes, but they exist within ourselves, meaning that they are not really there unless I give them the power to be there. Shrooms feeling cant exist without us trying it, we indeed create even more illusion.
I dont know what to do with this. I cant, for the sake of me, while tripping, accept the fact that life is a illusion and that I am only me everywhere, that its all I. its all me and that scares the fuck out of me. Why this happened. I know why, its because I love it, I love it, but I dont love to be used by a shroom spirit, I want to be the whole me, and I cant be me if I'm high on a illusion. So I think I cant trip anymore, I NEVER find a way to make the "paranoia" stop. The truth is so blatantly there, I cant live anymore, I cant pretend anymore. God dammit, I was having a nice trip for around 2 hours, nothing was going bad, I was able to appreciate everything until I made the realisation again, I am alone, and this is a illusion. I cant like it, this is not tru, and beyond this, fucking bad eye are looking at me and are making fun of my suffering. and once I let the "bad" spirit come thru, I cant pretend its not there.
ITs so crazy, I was completely englhigten, but this englightement scares me, terrifies me. I dont want to realize that this is bullshit, I ant to think that everything is there, I want to believe it, but its beyond me, I know the truth, and yeah. I cant trip anymore I think, or maybe I can but I need shamanic guidance or what?
The bad elves didnt scared me at first, they couldnt grab me, they couldnt because I was more then them. I was me, for a while at least, so any gods were not able to affect me in any way. I started playing the saxophone, and I swaer I never played like that in my entiore life. I had stopped playing for 3 month and decided that I wont be trying to be a jazzman, bnut how I played during the trip was beyond what I thought I could do. I was able to play anything I wanted to hear, I was the music before my brain. Anywaysm thats noit the point. I was playing and I was so enlighten that I was playing stuff anything would freaking love, I was completely what everything wanted to be on a instrument you know. I finally was. That was the meaning of being. The meaning of beign was to be playing me, not my thought, but me. The elves in my cev was not able to do shit. until I realize that those elves were really there, looking at me with a bad smiles, waiting for my fear to come back to me, and it did.
What the fuck did I just lived. I cant not stop the paranoia, because my paranoia is about something real, my paranoia is about the realization that this is a illusion!!!!. How come there is fucking spirits, how can they be. of course they are, but I mean I dont know, I didnt thought I could see them. they scares me because well they are so strange but I still know that they are living in the illusion, I still know that they are me in whatever dimension playing the game.. I felt it. I know I felt it that all that I was seeing was a reflection of me, just a illusion, a representation of a imagination, nothing else. yes they arfe there, as long as I decide that they are, when I will wake up, they wont be nothing more then nothing.
I' m not afraid until I realize that they are there for real, I mean how can they be. The spirit world scares me so much, its beyond me. It fascinates me, but its still me, and they can do whatever they want I fear once I see them.
I am officially scared of psychadelic, but most importantly I am scared of everything I am, psychadelic inclueded. that the only way I can interpret my feelings. I am everything and this everything scares me, I'm not sure if I want to discover everything I am that I am not, you know. I dont want to see all the multiple vaiation of this whole illusion, I just want the illusion to stop, to be finnaly awakened.
Anyone can help me here? how to accept this fear, how can I accept everything I am?
EDIT: and the most scary thing that happen is when I stop believe its true, everything collapse around me. I call my best friend and I'm telling him that we are not real and he answer me in a uncomprensible manner, completely gibberish, he understood what I meant by me telling him that he did not exist, by me telling him you do not exist, for a moment there, he couldnt think straight it felt like.
I forgot to mention that when I was having the realization that this is all a illusion, flys in my house started to act weird, real weird. One fly came right towards me and landed on my arm, no matter what I was doing to make it leave my arm, it just walked on my arm. I was shacking my arm and it only wanted to become me agin. I knew that she was coming home. This is fucking insane shit. Another fly story. All this happened within 5 minutes. all related to the fact that I felt that I was able to decided wheter thing existed or not. Another fly was on my window. I shakes my hand around it, she didnt move. I start slapping on the window hard, she didnt move at all. how come she was again, and that another fly, acting like a fly? flying away, why? maybe because she knew that I would not hurt her? that I was light? I really felt as if I was good. but all this illusion is bad. Maybe I'm the evil that wanted to live and decided that in order to live, me as selfsih fuck, accepted the suffering of other for a little bit of pleasure! No that crazy, better yet. I decided to create everything for my pleasure. I decided to create the illusion for my pleasure. I divided my self to live right? but why cant I accept it when I'm on a psychedelic. I am not able to accept all those mind shattering realisation, it scares me and then I start thinking that I am the one and that if I stop pretending, everything will stop.
ah men, that was completely fucked. Please help me guys, I know you have went thruw this did you?
lol
Typical trip until again the harsh reality grasp me.
Even the spirits werent able to grab me, I was complete, one. And then, suddenly, I felt as if my world, my illusion, is found. that it cant stay like that, because I have found for this moment that we are all faking it. We are all faking life as if its important, but its not. It is a illusion, the world is around me only because I decide to look at it, otherwise the world does not exist. And it hit hard, bad elves looking at me in close eye vision with mean eye, just the feeling of beign used or something. But I was being used, used by the shrooms trying to live. those spirits are just waiting to live thrue us I guess. No doubt the elves are represented everywhere, because they exist somewhere, they are higher then us, but it doesnt mean anything, they still are in a illusion.
Ah yeah, things wants to live but I am the only one that let them live or not, I am the catalisist of all experience. No experience can occur if I am not allowing it, meaining that I decide everything around me, and if I decide to stop playing the game, the game will end, and that scares the fuck out of me.
What can I do when this happen. This in fact always happen nowadays no matter the substance or the dose I do. It's like when I take a psychadelic, I feel that im just bullshitting my self even more, throwing me into a even bigger illusion. Spirits exist, yes, but they exist within ourselves, meaning that they are not really there unless I give them the power to be there. Shrooms feeling cant exist without us trying it, we indeed create even more illusion.
I dont know what to do with this. I cant, for the sake of me, while tripping, accept the fact that life is a illusion and that I am only me everywhere, that its all I. its all me and that scares the fuck out of me. Why this happened. I know why, its because I love it, I love it, but I dont love to be used by a shroom spirit, I want to be the whole me, and I cant be me if I'm high on a illusion. So I think I cant trip anymore, I NEVER find a way to make the "paranoia" stop. The truth is so blatantly there, I cant live anymore, I cant pretend anymore. God dammit, I was having a nice trip for around 2 hours, nothing was going bad, I was able to appreciate everything until I made the realisation again, I am alone, and this is a illusion. I cant like it, this is not tru, and beyond this, fucking bad eye are looking at me and are making fun of my suffering. and once I let the "bad" spirit come thru, I cant pretend its not there.
ITs so crazy, I was completely englhigten, but this englightement scares me, terrifies me. I dont want to realize that this is bullshit, I ant to think that everything is there, I want to believe it, but its beyond me, I know the truth, and yeah. I cant trip anymore I think, or maybe I can but I need shamanic guidance or what?
The bad elves didnt scared me at first, they couldnt grab me, they couldnt because I was more then them. I was me, for a while at least, so any gods were not able to affect me in any way. I started playing the saxophone, and I swaer I never played like that in my entiore life. I had stopped playing for 3 month and decided that I wont be trying to be a jazzman, bnut how I played during the trip was beyond what I thought I could do. I was able to play anything I wanted to hear, I was the music before my brain. Anywaysm thats noit the point. I was playing and I was so enlighten that I was playing stuff anything would freaking love, I was completely what everything wanted to be on a instrument you know. I finally was. That was the meaning of being. The meaning of beign was to be playing me, not my thought, but me. The elves in my cev was not able to do shit. until I realize that those elves were really there, looking at me with a bad smiles, waiting for my fear to come back to me, and it did.
What the fuck did I just lived. I cant not stop the paranoia, because my paranoia is about something real, my paranoia is about the realization that this is a illusion!!!!. How come there is fucking spirits, how can they be. of course they are, but I mean I dont know, I didnt thought I could see them. they scares me because well they are so strange but I still know that they are living in the illusion, I still know that they are me in whatever dimension playing the game.. I felt it. I know I felt it that all that I was seeing was a reflection of me, just a illusion, a representation of a imagination, nothing else. yes they arfe there, as long as I decide that they are, when I will wake up, they wont be nothing more then nothing.
I' m not afraid until I realize that they are there for real, I mean how can they be. The spirit world scares me so much, its beyond me. It fascinates me, but its still me, and they can do whatever they want I fear once I see them.
I am officially scared of psychadelic, but most importantly I am scared of everything I am, psychadelic inclueded. that the only way I can interpret my feelings. I am everything and this everything scares me, I'm not sure if I want to discover everything I am that I am not, you know. I dont want to see all the multiple vaiation of this whole illusion, I just want the illusion to stop, to be finnaly awakened.
Anyone can help me here? how to accept this fear, how can I accept everything I am?
EDIT: and the most scary thing that happen is when I stop believe its true, everything collapse around me. I call my best friend and I'm telling him that we are not real and he answer me in a uncomprensible manner, completely gibberish, he understood what I meant by me telling him that he did not exist, by me telling him you do not exist, for a moment there, he couldnt think straight it felt like.
I forgot to mention that when I was having the realization that this is all a illusion, flys in my house started to act weird, real weird. One fly came right towards me and landed on my arm, no matter what I was doing to make it leave my arm, it just walked on my arm. I was shacking my arm and it only wanted to become me agin. I knew that she was coming home. This is fucking insane shit. Another fly story. All this happened within 5 minutes. all related to the fact that I felt that I was able to decided wheter thing existed or not. Another fly was on my window. I shakes my hand around it, she didnt move. I start slapping on the window hard, she didnt move at all. how come she was again, and that another fly, acting like a fly? flying away, why? maybe because she knew that I would not hurt her? that I was light? I really felt as if I was good. but all this illusion is bad. Maybe I'm the evil that wanted to live and decided that in order to live, me as selfsih fuck, accepted the suffering of other for a little bit of pleasure! No that crazy, better yet. I decided to create everything for my pleasure. I decided to create the illusion for my pleasure. I divided my self to live right? but why cant I accept it when I'm on a psychedelic. I am not able to accept all those mind shattering realisation, it scares me and then I start thinking that I am the one and that if I stop pretending, everything will stop.
ah men, that was completely fucked. Please help me guys, I know you have went thruw this did you?
lol

