July 31st, 2015
-DMT TRIP AFTER THOUGHTS : 10:45 PM
Like a bowl that is most useful when empty,
the mind is most useful… when empty.
"Do not concentrate on the finger, or you will miss all that heavenly glory".
Pay attention to self in hyperspace and you will miss all that heavenly glory.
It is as if I fear I will never be able to sleep again. That I would be forever superawake. Why does that seem the most scary of all things/experiences?
The real me is like the faceless man.
And the faceless man is the many-faced god.
My face is the mask I wear,
my personality the pattern I patent,
how can eternity pass in three minutes?
how can my mind, or that which is experienced by mind,
frizzle into supercomplex, turbocharged space -
I open my eyes.
I immediately regret opening my eyes.
I realize it doesn't make a difference if I had not opened them.
Space is hyperspace - terrifyingly real,
I cannot see its beauty beyond its strangeness -
but actually it is precisely its familiarity that is strange, eerie, spooky.
There is this foreign recognition,
like an anamnesis of a promise I made to forget self-realization -
that to remember is to remember your wish to forget.
Is this space that which from which I emerge?
but there is no I that ever emerged, or that is the witness to this -
because I am emergence itself -
if I recognized this completely I'd never need again to sleep.
Somehow I could choose that path,
the way that leads to the center of the wheel,
the nexus point of Light beyond darkness.
It seems I am not ready for nirvana, yet.
Genesis is Now, the Mind is Incarnate.