Nothing matters. Nothing matters. Nothing matters.

[Caminante]

"Nothing matters. Nothing matters. Nothing matters" was told to me. There's a "place"; a "level"; a "reality", in which everything simply "is", and where "importance" simply has no place. Everything "is" despite and against the wishes of the mind. The mind is not the abode of peace, but rather of unrest, restlessness, dissatisfaction. Peace comes to us from another side, prior to the mind. Almost like a gift. The only dignity is that of "being", and we have it on loan. Being human, being a man, being a woman, being straight, homo, trans, about, after... none of that matters or is true. The "Being" is its own reality; its own importance; his own dignity.
It is before the words (which rather hide, blur that true reality); before the mind.
I went on this dmt trip, knowing it, in search of some consolation (three days ago "Old Lady", my beloved dog, died). They took me somewhere before that. Before the heartbreak. Before feelings. Previous to myself.

 

[Transform]

Aw, my consolations go out to you on the loss of your beautiful pup companion - perhaps I could dedicate my most recently sprouted acacia treelet to this fine departed creature?

Thank you for sharing your account of finding solace through the mystic wisdom of DMT use. That's a remarkable insight into a deeper truth.

 

[Caminante]

Aw, my consolations go out to you on the loss of your beautiful pup companion - perhaps I could dedicate my most recently sprouted acacia treelet to this fine departed creature?

Thank you for sharing your account of finding solace through the mystic wisdom of DMT use. That's a remarkable insight into a deeper truth.

Thank you infinitely for your feelings. "Old lady" was rescued from the street. She always had a sad look, and over time, she showed me great love. She was my favorite, and I miss her a lot. It would be an immense honor if you dedicated your acacia to him.

 

[Voidmatrix]

Nothing matters can be taken in two ways simultaneously: not a thing is important or has inherent meaning outside of that which we give it. Then, nothingness is all that matters, which then leads one to being.

Sending you lots of love. Losing companions is never easy.

One love

 

[SkunK]

My condolences go out to you and yours for the loss of your companion, your best friend.

I know the feeling of losing such a loyal and trusted partner in life.

 

[Nydex]

My heart goes out to you in these trying times. I can only imagine the pain that comes with losing your companion. Stay strong and keep the memory of her alive. I'm sure she was a happy dog having someone like you in her life.

Time will heal the wounds. And until then, we're here for you.

 

[Transform]

Thank you infinitely for your feelings. "Old lady" was rescued from the street. She always had a sad look, and over time, she showed me great love. She was my favorite, and I miss her a lot. It would be an immense honor if you dedicated your acacia to him.

Here's a quick pic of the sprout, planted around the time of your canine companion's departure from this realm:

It's the small one, near the centre of the picture.

 

[Caminante]

Thank you all very much for your words and feelings.