Has anyone here ever spoken in tongues, in any kind of ceremony? Ayahuasca, Pentacostal, whatever?
Does anyone have any delicious reads about how and why the brain does this?
My mind... My rational mind has no comment for the situation, other than, "YES! I observed a wall within dissolve and the higher intelligence governing this organism of collective bacterial consciousness speak in timeless word-soup. Yes... I was there."
While it happened, I was so far into vision, I could also see through my eyelids, see my skeleton through my skin, through my eyelids... how my consciousness constructed, maintained, and manifested my body as an organism of intelligent light...
I am in awe. This is a milestone. This did not come from "me," "myself," it came from... Within Myself. Can an experience about the mechanisms that precede an experience of language be discussed?
If no one minds too terribly, I typed up a small report for the only other forum I love as much as the Nexus, and will post it below.
My mind is ROCKED!!!
Does anyone have any delicious reads about how and why the brain does this?
My mind... My rational mind has no comment for the situation, other than, "YES! I observed a wall within dissolve and the higher intelligence governing this organism of collective bacterial consciousness speak in timeless word-soup. Yes... I was there."
While it happened, I was so far into vision, I could also see through my eyelids, see my skeleton through my skin, through my eyelids... how my consciousness constructed, maintained, and manifested my body as an organism of intelligent light...
I am in awe. This is a milestone. This did not come from "me," "myself," it came from... Within Myself. Can an experience about the mechanisms that precede an experience of language be discussed?
If no one minds too terribly, I typed up a small report for the only other forum I love as much as the Nexus, and will post it below.
My mind is ROCKED!!!
Last night, among other things, I asked to tap into the holiday mysteries... Elves, Santa Amanita, Saturnalia, the whole nine... I wanted to be shown something about the real power behind the symbolism passed in different forms throughout the ages...
The medicine felt and tasted stronger than usual. A fierce windstorm was blowing outside...
My previous encounters with this particular brew were very gentle. Things began as normal, but continued to intensify... barely managed to relocate to my bed (wasn't quite walking in this earth dimension) and snuggle under many layers of blankets...
My abdomen was lifted open, much like lifting up the hood on a car to perform work. Hands reached inside, and as they calibrated my body, my intestines writhed.
Eventually, I was unable to move at all and overcome with visions of death, that were a challenge to my ego. Dead animals, dead people, destruction... the residual energy left in any decaying body, broken city.. and fierce and powerful...
My arms were pulled apart and outstretched, one ankle was crossed atop the other, and I was pushed into a typical crucifixion posture. I opened to embrace the entire world... all the death in the world... I became so passive, observing, accepting... The dance of life and death were all the play of divine imagination, contained within the expanse of my arms...
I like the Gayatri Mantra to help navigate rough times of fear, but for some reason, the Hail Mary was the only thing my mind could grab (I had Catholic influences in my very early childhood, but it's not something I practiced since I was 12).
Hail Mary, full of Grace, the Lord blah blah blah...
Hail Mary, full of Grace...
Hail Mary, full of, full...
Hail Mary, full...
Hail Mary, Hail Mary...
Hail...
If the information of language is like a string of beads, when we learn to speak, as children, the string of beads becomes wound and twisted in a very specific way. We go through life, holding onto this string twisted into this same pattern, forever... Some people are fortunate enough to speak several languages, but even then, the knot is still bound by several types of syntax.
I lost it. Just like going into yoga... like stretching... like cells replicating... like an orgasm... like lightning... like that flash of inspiration in the bathtub... This knot in my brain... Language, syntax, form, vocabulary, dissolved.
This rigid structure fell into what felt like a wet spaghetti noodle. There were no words, no syntax, no idea... only a flow of PURE LANGUAGE. I began to speak in tongues!
My rational mind observed the situation as it happened, and still stands with its hands in the air, completely unable to offer any explanation.
I've never witnessed a person speak in tongues. I've never youtubed it. It wasn't in my mind. Sure, I've heard about it. It wasn't even some weird language I picked up when I was two years old when I stayed with the babysitter from Nibiru... this was beyond. It came from this insane place, outside, yet inside, of me.
I'm so dumbfounded. It was so deep. I just slipped and collapsed into a state of total neuro-linguistic plasticity.
Now that I can speak again, I am honestly too beside myself to even ask, WTF? One for the scrapbooks.
All I could ask at the time (when I could finally speak), was, "What am I?"
And, in retrospect, "What is possible?!"