I know what you mean. I'm not sure why I feel this way now... maybe after feeling connected to the whole multiverse, anyone's problems seem trivial and borderline selfish. I find it hard to connect to people who don't feel that kind of connection, people who insist there is good and evil, or a god... and even people who philosophize on the exact same topics I used to consider not too long ago.

It's not elitism... but I can see how it could be construed as that. It's just frustrating to have to sit people down time and time again and show them Dr Quantum, or (with the more adventurous ones) give them a taste of hyperspace. I feel like I've done a good thing, but I can see their faith shatter... and with it their comfort. Ignorant comfort, sure, but still comfort. And then to guide them through integration when they ask the same questions and jump to the same bizarre conclusions that I have to talk them down from. I feel like the cycle is endless and I may never get someone to the understanding that I'm at (whether its right or wrong.) People keep getting hung up on crazies like JZ Knight and Ester Hicks or returning to Christianity with renewed conviction. I don't understand how people can fall into those traps again...



I find that you can shake up anyone's comfort in their faith by showing them Dr Quantum's double-slit video, explaining particle entanglement, and/or giving them a nice helping of hyperspace. There's laughter of all kinds throughout the process.


Getting back to the OP though... I can easily relate the experience to opening Pandora's box, or the loss of innocence. Do I regret it...? Sort of. Only from the perspective that ignorance is bliss. I would definitely suggest it to others, but there's a bit of sadness that comes with that suggestion. Sometimes I long for ignorance. And then I laugh because I can't even properly explain what it is that I know now! or how it changed me! But it did, somehow.

That being said, I wouldn't ever want to give it up.

Not only do I not regret it, I sometimes feel sad that so few have also had the experience. Not that I think the world would necessarily be a better place if everybody did (it wouldn't), but it does seem like the kind of experience one would want to take into consideration in the final accounting: I've loved (check), I've done the right thing, mostly (check), I had a fractal entity composed of the number 11 transmogrify my entire consciousness into a tendril of broken symmetry stretching across all time to the initial singularity of the universe (check).