I love flashbacks.
I love meditating backwards from the moment.
Each n,n-DMT experience is like it's own little leaf on a vine that I grew, that I am.
How did I get here...You did this here....then remember this....you chose this then....yes.....
I remember riding my bike along the coast one morning before the sun rise. A changa spliff dangling from my mouth. Those who I passed that morning may still wonder just what that familiar and sweet smelling aroma was that I traveled by with on two wheels smiling. I was alive. Along the path and into a new awareness. The sun came up, igniting the flow of tears hung up stagnant from the night. A bliss where there was once a possibility. A memory, now.
Standing still and breathing with palms pressed balancing with the red woods. The slow lush lurch of life. Our consolidated lightning perception, illuminated and flowing. Sunlight moves like water through my skull.
My ears are pointy and I am in disbelief. The entire room is burning itself alive after having folded into the other.
Clap hands and navigate neuroelectrical capillaries at max capacity regardless of the language anchoring you slowly transform into silent stone at the whim of a cosmic wind.
I have heard the purest truth fall out of the mouths of heads and hands that pass through the membrane reaching.
I flip my middle fingers, a new mudra, and dissolve beyond petty false laws in tragic laughter.
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۩ wrote:I remember riding my bike along the coast one morning before the sun rise. A changa spliff dangling from my mouth. Those who I passed that morning may still wonder just what that familiar and sweet smelling aroma was that I traveled by with on two wheels smiling. I was alive. Along the path and into a new awareness. The sun came up, igniting the flow of tears hung up stagnant from the night. A bliss where there was once a possibility. A memory, now. Albert Hofmann 2.0? But no really, when is the House Book of Poetry coming out? =D "Facts do not cease to exist because they are ignored." -A.Huxley
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The title of this thread is rattling around in my soul/center like bats in a belfry, like a super ball in a 6-foot radius hollow metal sphere, like roaches scuttling in the dark . . . . creepy. For once, I think I'll forgo shining a deeper light on things. Trippy entry. I second the call for the House Book of Poetry. I LOL'd @ your new mudra. Perfect. <3 "But even if nothing lasts and everything is lost, there is still the intrinsic value of the moment. The present moment, ultimately, is more than enough, a gift of grace and unfathomable value, which our friend and lover death paints in stark relief."-Rick Doblin, Ph.D. MAPS President, MAPS Bulletin Vol. XX, No. 1, pg. 2Hyperspace LOVES YOU
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Inside it's a scream, but it's a laugh when it emerges. Can you dig it? Your laughter is tragic and the exact opposite. You're a BEAST! By my local definition of the word. <3 Art Van D'lay wrote:Smoalk. It. And. See.
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<Ringworm>hehehe, it's all fun and games till someone loses an "I"
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Nice write-up, house. It was like reading a poem "Science without religion is lame. Religion without science is blind" - Albert Einstein
"The Mighty One appears, the horizon shines. Atum appears on the smell of his censing, the Sunshine- god has risen in the sky, the Mansion of the pyramidion is in joy and all its inmates are assembled, a voice calls out within the shrine, shouting reverberates around the Netherworld." - Egyptian Book of the Dead
"Man fears time, but time fears the Pyramids" - 9th century Arab proverb
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