Exactly! * Everything I write is made up tripe: whispers of wind coming off the blades in my face for I am a fictional man with a floor fan for a brain pan.
Say something to my face, I have no choice, but to replace my reply, with your Darth Vader voice!
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Put the first thing that came to your mind. Whether it was something to be (animal, object, career, plant, geological structure, diety) or your initial reaction(s) to the body of the original post. Thank you!     * Everything I write is made up tripe: whispers of wind coming off the blades in my face for I am a fictional man with a floor fan for a brain pan.
Say something to my face, I have no choice, but to replace my reply, with your Darth Vader voice!
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Add infinity to the thread title and divide by zero (nothingness/singularity/the start) and you get ALL! * Everything I write is made up tripe: whispers of wind coming off the blades in my face for I am a fictional man with a floor fan for a brain pan.
Say something to my face, I have no choice, but to replace my reply, with your Darth Vader voice!
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How fun do you think it would be to be a DMT entity? I think partly cloudy with a chance of rapture. "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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A ancient myan sharman back in the first trial steps of hyperspace !!!
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Pine Marten was the first thing that came to my mind.
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Molecule of DMT throughout the extraction and consumption processes. Pretty freaking neat I would think! I died a mineral, and became a plant. I died a plant and rose an animal. I died an animal and I became human. Then why fear disappearance through death? Next time I shall die, Bring forth wings and feathers like angels; After that, soaring higher than angels-- What you cannot imagine, I shall be that.
Any speakings written are the purely fictional ramblings of an illiterate grande taco, and are false in the face of truth when judged by the all-father. They are in no way real.
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I'm pretty sure I've become several inanimate objects during salvia breakthroughs, as well as body-swapped with other people from different time periods within our space-time continuum. That Salvia is the Devil I tell ya! 
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Thank you, all very neat responses. My original thought was formed while stoned watching this: I was thinking about how if everything is one, and before the big bang who knows, that if we are experiencing the one subjectively in this reality as separate beings, plants, animals, minerals, etc, that the big bang initiator might be The One thinking: "How fun would it be to be a(n)?" ...and BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM! The big bang starts as the answer or realization of EXACTLY! So forth the quests towards knowing/experiencing how fun it'd be to be ANYTHING ad infinitum. * Everything I write is made up tripe: whispers of wind coming off the blades in my face for I am a fictional man with a floor fan for a brain pan.
Say something to my face, I have no choice, but to replace my reply, with your Darth Vader voice!
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