Hey Nexus,

I'd just like to express appreciation for this indispensable group of people.
I'm at the university at this point in life, and I am often depressed because of the sheer rarity of real friends,
with which to explore the effervescent waters of consciousness. Sometimes, I think this is simply how it is -
to journey alone, because after all, when death comes, it comes for you and only you alone - you cannot take company.
I forget the source: "The mystical life is the flight of the alone to the alone".

Of course, I've been at the nexus for some time, though I've never thought to 'get involved' because it always seems that whensoever I need to find answers, in regards to teks, or psychological/physiological mechanisms of the psychoactive compound, or even very helpful advice - I can always find it here 'already covered'.

Basically, I just feel I should thank all of you that have come before, for all of
your contributions,
your enthusiasm,
your humannesssss,
your knowledge,
your wisdom,
your patience,
your insights,
your genius,
your love,
your guidance,
your passions,
and most important of all, your consciousness.

Mckenna once made the statement that what this world is suffering from is a lack of consciousness.
And the best utility we have as individuals of this community is to introduce and raise awareness -
not by becoming politicians,
but by becoming the most indispensable of friends among our fellow human beings,
by becoming, as the Buddha suggested, a refuge unto ourselves.

The highest service I think is to teach people that they can become a light unto themselves -
that to seek enlightenment/or-whatever on the outside, from teachers/gurus/preachers/friends/politicians/family,
is only to delay your own Awakening.

The Nexus is, to me, the most concentrated focal point of underground intelligence and beauty I've come across in my life. It is the invisible 'alive' society of poets, chemists, botanists, engineers, investigators of holographic space, discoverers of the super spatial scaffolding of Imagination, of which human thought/consciousness is but a portion.

Would you like to see a poem I wrote?

The Universe is a Thought
of a thinker preeminent,
of itself emanating.
The Singularity is Now,
of which all flows forth-toward.
This moment, then this moment causes,
the path to Here from which all Beckons,
evanescent denouement...
perfect quiescency...
Imperturbable and Immortal...
the Imagination is all there Is.

I love you guys/girls.

That was a beautiful poem.

Despite some of the back and forth that goes on here, the occasional heated topics, so on and so forth; this place is supremely special in the people it attracts - from all over the world, all walks of life. The common denominator being these earth shattering transformative experiences that can be brought about through tryptamines, especially DMT.

Alot, or most of us are here because these experiences have changed some facet/s of ourselves and our lives, to some degree; the profundity of Life itself and our place as the intermediary - an awareness mediating itself through the phenomenal world of matter.

The poem though, mirrors many of my feelings - mind permeates (you could also insert any blanket term such as Brahman, God, consciousness, Spirit, etc, etc); the Dream dreaming itself as a montage of people, places and things, although the Dream is all there is..

The thought that thunk Itself into being, into existence, into Life, eternally; forever. There is nothing other than That - the impossibly beautiful WonderHorror show of Being that rings through all of finite existence with a silent ferocity.

I remember this quote; can't remember who it's from, but it always bent my mind properly -

"Dreams are real as long as they last, ..can we say much more of Life?"

Tattvamasi : I love the username.
Thou art that.
You're that! (pointing to the moon)
You're It.

I love your response, and thank you.
You are absolutely correct - one could substitute in any term they like:
God - Eternity - Brahman - Self - Being - Consciousness.

These are all selfsame.

What has always fascinated me is the overwhelming similarity between all religions -
because what were after anywhere and everywhere is the numinous, the transcendental, the 'low-down on life' as Alan Watts would put it. What would be that one thing, that if I only knew this one thing, I would finally realize what existence is all about - we think. And it's occurred to me over the last few years that so long as I'm "after anything" I am forgetting something - and that is what is going on Now.

What we mean by knowing God and what we mean by right Now is exactly the same thing. There is no difference at all.

And it strikes me again and again and again when I trip - it really doesn't matter what substance I use - this sense that all is exactly right - everything is as it is because that is how 'I' designed it. But there is no I apart from what is the so-called 'experience'.
Yet, it is so arranged that I must never figure it out, because

eternal omniscience is incompatible with existence.

What the Self/God/Brahman/Eternity/the Real You really 'digs' is surprises.
And the moment of surprise is equal to the moment of satori.

If the ego were a mosaic of puzzle pieces, or better - a linguistic ghost, then entheogens are like surgical strikes to decapitate the hallucination of being a separate entity - a separate mind from all else that is.

Do you find this - do you feel this sense when you trip?

On dmt, this sense is absolutely magnified. For example, the thought arises that I should call for help. But then I remember there is no help outside of myself. Because everything is myself. My previous post, https://www.dmt-nexus.me...;t=66513&find=unread describes this phenomenon. Somehow, this sense is at once both sheer horror and total enlightenment. Is it, as Alan Watts suggested, a vision of life that simply is a matter of getting used to?

It's the most interesting feeling of my life. I knocked and the door opened. But the moment I found out what was beyond that door, realizing there never was a door! - I desperately desired to return to ignore-ance.

Have you had this feeling before?

Do I feel this when I experience a tryptamine? (Or really any psychedelic really)

Every single time. There's really no side stepping the point for me when im in these states; especially the heavier degrees of boundary dissolution. The "I", the "Me" is temporarily dethroned; the "Me" and the "out there" drop to instantaneously become one n' the same; same essence, same flow, the same ever-present undefinable presence; infinite depth therein. The same feelings well up every single time for me - a funny sort of cosmic jest - a joke nestled within a joke; some absolutely hilarious; some absolutely not-so hilarious, but really they're all one n' the same; consuming and birthing one another, nestled into infinite depth.

I've had moments early on in my experiences, where I bit off much much more than I could ever begin to chew.Tryptamines, especially smoked changa/DMT have ripped my life away from my very eyes; ripping everything away that I once considered to 'make sense', completely and effortlessly shredding every possible conceivable notion of a "Me" and an "out there", instantaneously dropping the linear, dualistic framing of subject-object to leave nothing other than the Other.

These feelings, this knowing, I attempted to shun it off to varying degrees for intermittent periods of time; which was laughable at best; there was no escape from this realization.

As a few wise members here have said, and I absolutely agree with - "I can't unsee what i've seen" "For it's with me all the time".

Tat my friend...that is the best description of 'Enlightenment-in-a-Nutshell' I ever read...

While integrating this reality I was laying in the grass, unable to move, really laughing and crying my heart out at the same time. I only stopped because I want to do something else, particularly providing best quality in any terms for highest resolution of "I experience", otherwise I would go on laughing till I die and far beyond. My cosmic laugh is the expansion of the universe, is now.

tseuq

I adore all of you.

First off : I love you to. Nice poem ! It is always a nice feeling to hear/read other people talk/write authentically.






Tattvamasi, I really appreciate this quote of you. Although, I am curious to hear what you mean by "the Other" : is it a feeling of being a being-in-itself in contrast with being a being-with-others ? I.e the relation of objet-subject being broken down thus leading to this state you describe which is freed from the Other ?

If I may be accepted to enter my own answer to that question pixar it is the following.

"the Other" : is it a feeling of being a being-in-itself in contrast with being a being-with-others ? I.e the relation of objet-subject being broken down thus leading to this state you describe which is freed from the Other ?

The answer I submit is No. He speaks of a state (I don't suppose I'm putting words in anyone's mouth - this my own interpretation) in which there is the perfect comprehension that nothing and everything go-together like back and front, male and female, light and darkness. It's not that this universe came from nothing. But rather, that you cannot have a universe without nothing. The fundamental principle of Buddhism is this: That which is void, is precisely, form. And that which is void, is precisely, form.
McKenna called it pure understanding - there is total extinction of the coincidence of opposites for they are seen to be inseparable, ultimately the same entity/being/any-metaphysical-body-you-like.

Zen passes you through the mirage of a door of your imagining, and then you turn around and the door is gone. Was there ever a door?

In this way,
the spiritual world and physical world are selfsame.
the so called inanimate world of matter and the animate world of mind are selfsame.
There is no difference at all.
The tibetans believe: that which is composed of mind can be manipulated by mind, in the same way lucid dreamers can learn to imagine their dream environments.

But ultimately, that state is inlinguistable. Because, the world is not, in fact, made of language.

Anamnesia summed it up pretty well, although I think we're all tending to say the same thing essentially, just different vernacular; different semantics and/or linguistics based on our unique individuality and geography.

By "The Other" I essentially mean all-of-the-above; Brahman, God, Consciousness, The Numinous, The Other, Hyperspace, The Transcendent, THAT, The Ineffable, The Dream, etc, etc. I use many of these words interchangeably.

Any committed dose of a psychedelic to where I receive full boundary dissolution, with absolutely no conceivable "Me" and "out there"; this is when everything drops between me and the phenomenal world of matter and I fully realize that I am all of the above that I listed; BUT ..not just me. EVERYTHING is the Other, e v e r y t h i n g; every blade of grass, every air molecule, every hair on my arm, every person in the perceivable phenomenal world, the bird in the tree, the house across the street, the car driving down the road, every planet, every black hole, all of phenomenal space spanning the inconceivable vastness of the universe, ..EVERYTHING is The Other .....as am I. An essence that cuts through the whole of Life, including myself. The essence that subsumes Life, yet effortlessly transcends it. The essence that is Within and Without. All is That ...All is That.

It's not that "I" am God. Everything is God. Everything is The Other. Everything is Hyperspace.

I feel, at the physical level of matter, I am nothing more than a highly evolved, linguistical organ of the universe, a focal point, a lens that is able to contemplate it's numinosity, the Mystery that it's effortlessly embedded in; or at least 'attempt' to contemplate, as it may be.

But on the scale of when everything drops between me and external reality, and the hilariously thin veil fades, The Other comes billowing out of the woodwork of reality, including myself; realizing instantaneously that the whole of reality including myself is effortlessly subsumed by The Other ...the Numinous ....God.

Really though, all these words ...they mean nothing in the face of THAT, literally not a single iota of meaning. The fragile linguistic frameworks are dissolved into THAT; ..really there's no words.

I enjoy the conversation though; it's fun to occasionally birth new linguistics when attempting to translate and describe these boundary dissolving states; these breakthrough states; as hilariously redundant as describing them can be at times.

I love you already tattvamasi.
I love this place.
I love the wisdom here.
Reading your post is like reading myself.
I just love it.

Thanks for clarifying

What I was saying actually is a completely different story and a similar one at the same time. The difference being that I was pointing in another direction, but we are still parallel.

So, the Other can be said to be the Totality in way. The Totality of all that exist and all that doesn't like a circle enveloping itself ad infinitum. What exist outside of that circle is another circle and so on, because we cannot define the boundary of the first circle without knowing what is or isn't outside of it (compare this to a concept and it's opposite) and when we do, be it emptiness or the void, we must also envelop these concepts/feelings. All of this boils down to the singularity or starting point which is you and I. So the Other is the realization of being the Totality.

It is actually the opposite of what I had in mind at first, approximately and with abstraction : an exposure to inner mechanics of one owns consciousness*. While what you are describing seems to be an exposure to semantic concept network**.


https://psychonautwiki.o...chanics_of_consciousness*

https://psychonautwiki.o...semantic_concept_network**

Please explain how and in what context you developed this of the world not being made of language. If you don't mind? Take your time I'm in no rush.

If I may try :

1. The world in itself is independent from language, since the opposing affirmation would state that there would not have been a world prior to language, which is absurd.
2. Language is a system of representation of the world.
3. I can experience the world.
4. Language cannot represent every part of the world in itself.
5. There are experiences of the world in itself which I cannot render with language.

Conclusion : there are states which are "inlinguistable"

Welcome friend. I can't top what's already been written, so welcome.

Thats very nice of you to try and interpret. the world needs more interpreters. But I will wait on her own response.

While her statement wasn't so novel to me that I couldn't see the obvious truth in one sense or another, I want to be sure and am still interested in gaining a little more insight into the thought process behind it. Maybe we will uncover something new..

I second you on that, I too would like to maybe uncover something new

Profile says male.. I stand corrected.

So.. By language, we meant English...? Because existence is entirely made up of signals, light and sound composed of both an origin and perceivable quality which we call information for short.

Plainly, yes, so I was curious whether the sentence quoted should be taken for face value or if there wasnt supposed to be some esoteric wisdom In there also.

Hey,

I wanted to reply to this but it is a subject too large to be treated half-heartedly.
So I created a new post.
I took LSA I made this morning after meditating with Cannabis mixed with Blue Lotus Oil. I began writing.
Unfortunately the LSA had little effect. But here are some ideas for everyone to review and destroy if one so desires.

https://www.dmt-nexus.me...;t=66646&find=unread

I'm gonna come back to this thread. I've been contemplating how our thoughts / beliefs create reality for a long time, I've yet to have a belief on where imagination fits into this.