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Rising Star
My first post here. Still shaky on re-entry, so bear with me. I will try to hold digression at bay.
Tonight was not my first dip into the mind at large. I have had only one experience in my travels (with this vehicle) that has brought me through the veil completely. That eternal truth I don't think can be told. Not yet. Tonight was a bit different.
My head upon entering was influenced by 4 beers and a handful of cigarettes shared at a bar with good friends - and I'm now reminded of set and setting.
And I'm torn by this drug. It defines consciousness styles very clearly. It will show you what you want/need. There is a choice now, for me, between a howling destiny/love/presence/grace that is possible in this thing (life), and what seems to me - absolute meaninglessness through over-stimulation and entertainment and selfish laziness. And so...
I was immediately thrust into that soul-er waiting room and overtaken by a cacophony of light/color in indescribable wavelength. Along with this overload of stimulation was an uneasy feeling of being present in an alien Arcade/Discotheque. Games to be played! Prizes to be won! Step right up! This was Saturday night for teenage Jupiterians type of stuff. I'm sure Shpongle didn't help.
Clearly defined beings were not present here. It was more of an Oz feeling of a man behind the curtain. PT Barnum. The cosmic shyster. A sucker born every minute type of vibe. Capitalism at it's finest.
And I realize...if this was a club downtown in any random city in the world, this is what people would be doing! Maybe, this IS what many people are doing. I was repulsed. It's obviously part of what I'm doing with my life. Oblivion comes to mind. Forgetfulness of our true nature.
This space seems to me what the Buddhists call "of the lesser lights". And the Oz metaphor sheds light here - We already have what we think we want. We cant be overwhelmed/hypnotized by our perceptive functions and our desires. We cant forget where spirit originates. As R/A/W would say "Who is the master that makes the grass green?"
Coming out of most every journey I feel as if a choice is being made in how to live out my destiny. I wonder how often these choices are made in my daily life while I sleepwalk through.
I guess that's it for now.
Its nice to introduce myself. I hope someone enjoyed the read.
Tonight was not my first dip into the mind at large. I have had only one experience in my travels (with this vehicle) that has brought me through the veil completely. That eternal truth I don't think can be told. Not yet. Tonight was a bit different.
My head upon entering was influenced by 4 beers and a handful of cigarettes shared at a bar with good friends - and I'm now reminded of set and setting.
And I'm torn by this drug. It defines consciousness styles very clearly. It will show you what you want/need. There is a choice now, for me, between a howling destiny/love/presence/grace that is possible in this thing (life), and what seems to me - absolute meaninglessness through over-stimulation and entertainment and selfish laziness. And so...
I was immediately thrust into that soul-er waiting room and overtaken by a cacophony of light/color in indescribable wavelength. Along with this overload of stimulation was an uneasy feeling of being present in an alien Arcade/Discotheque. Games to be played! Prizes to be won! Step right up! This was Saturday night for teenage Jupiterians type of stuff. I'm sure Shpongle didn't help.
Clearly defined beings were not present here. It was more of an Oz feeling of a man behind the curtain. PT Barnum. The cosmic shyster. A sucker born every minute type of vibe. Capitalism at it's finest.
And I realize...if this was a club downtown in any random city in the world, this is what people would be doing! Maybe, this IS what many people are doing. I was repulsed. It's obviously part of what I'm doing with my life. Oblivion comes to mind. Forgetfulness of our true nature.
This space seems to me what the Buddhists call "of the lesser lights". And the Oz metaphor sheds light here - We already have what we think we want. We cant be overwhelmed/hypnotized by our perceptive functions and our desires. We cant forget where spirit originates. As R/A/W would say "Who is the master that makes the grass green?"
Coming out of most every journey I feel as if a choice is being made in how to live out my destiny. I wonder how often these choices are made in my daily life while I sleepwalk through.
I guess that's it for now.
Its nice to introduce myself. I hope someone enjoyed the read.
