NICE!!!


I fuggin' love that the last part of this discussion is going on in the "what does god look like?" thread!!!
Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha!!!!!


BTW, how many times do you fellas think we can re-post this picture of god & her crotch, in this thread?

Cheers!

WS

And in the ultra-serious Philosophy/Spirituality department... should be moved to the Tavern
But I didn't even notice that vagina after seeing the pic maybe ten times. My eyes were drawn to the face, proof I'm a saint

Yeah, me too...


WS

The first gods where food... they still are gods and goddesses to some of us...



in south america theres mama maize and mama papas (potato) mama ameranth, mama quinoa, mama coca, pachamama (earth mother) and many others...
deer, wild game then live stock became deified... then our own image became deified and we lost our sacred relationships to food and life, or the relationships became corrupted and exploitative...
god is a pretty culturally specific linguisticly islolated concept as well... many culture dont have a word for god, we tend to just project our own idea and word onto every one else... in latin america.. these arent goddesses really just matrons, natural forces that take care of us that we inturn take care of...

I must say that there seems to be an even greater variety in the image people seem to have of 'god', than i thought possible. If you would mix them up, you'd get a picture of a giant vagina with scary teeth, made of potatoes and corn.
So it all becomes quite freudian. Especially the vagina's and the scary monsters. Freud believed that some men see vagina's as scary monsters because of the power their mother's had over them when they where little boys.
I coincidentally happen to know this because there is a dutch author who dedicated half of his life to writing a trilogy on the subject of a man who's scared of teethed vagina's...very odd.

Well, all I know is that intimacy with beautiful women has brought me a lot more happiness than god ever did.
I guess I was saying that, in reality, that's who I worship.
Hyperspace too, of course.

Oh shit that's funny!!!


Have you seen that independent movie released last year called Teeth?

It's about that exact thing, Vagina Dentata, a cursed woman with a vagina full of sharp teeth that bites off the cocks of all these guys.
Pretty good movie...Bit on the strange side but that's all OK with me!

WS

Im not sure worshiping is a very balanced relationship dynamic no matter who or what its with... but it seems to be stuck in post christian minds it would seem...

I guess I'm using the word in the colloquial sense... 'worshipping women' as in 'yearning desire for intimacy with'. And a reverence and respect for the object of my desire.

I agree that any god worth worshipping, wouldn't require or wish for said worship, because such a god wouldn't believe in the master-slave relationship.

Though i never looked at the universe as giant sort of vagina or womb, i must say that i begin to apreciate the metaphor more and more.

I think my last psychedelic journey revealed a simmilar image.

This was realy something of a near death experience: at a certain moment i started to fear that i might not be able to make it back, and then it still kept getting even deeper. There was some deep from power inside of me that caused me to totally surrender, that made it impossible for me to panic or feal fear also, because if i had panicked or given in to fear, it would have been realy bad.

In less then half an our, maybe just minutes after it started to work, i became totally unable to think in sentences or even in words. The trip started at 1 o'clock at night and i regained the abillity to think in sentences again at about 8 or 9 o clock, when it started getting light again. That trip lasted for more then 12 hours.

At a certain moment time and space had totally vanished. They had become nothing but a single vibration of energy, or something of an energy field.
It was clear that this was totally encompassed by something very divine, that all of this was there for a reason.
I felt very strong that i was given a glimpse, or even more than just a glimpse to the other side.

I can say that my position is, that i believe in god, but that i am highly sceptical at the same time. This is the most honest position i think i can take towards the existence of god.
If god exists, wich i believe, this god has given us our powers of reason, that enables us to raise justified doubts, with a clear intention. I think god wants us to doubt, to be sceptical, although this might seem odd to many people.

It is even so that at thát moment, that i felt something of "how can this be real?", that without words, god seemed to say to me: "now you have truly found me".
It all seemed crystal clear.

If there is a god, it wants us to doubt. It doesn't want to be taken for granted.

From this I know that you were really *there*.

I recognize the "smell"...

How marvellous it is, really... You find God and then God tells you it's absolutely ok to doubt him, that in fact, we were *created* to doubt him, that it's not a sin at all, but a part of the game. What an infinitely wide perspective He has.

The 'smell'!

Interesting...I had forgotten about the "smell" and even now the memory is extremely vague but it has sparked a moment of recognition in me. Thank you for that.

It really is quite marvelous isn't it? All perspectives are valid, as they all contribute to the tapestry of experiencing Itself. Doubt is just as valid and rich of an experience as belief is.

Swim doubted God for most of his life. His circumstances, losing a parent really left him with a loss. Swim did get reacquainted with God through psychedelics. Now swim realizes things happen for a reason, our circumstances shape us into the beings we are today. We need hardships sometimes, to let us recognize the ebb and flow of life. Hardships help us grow up mentally, emotionally etc. Its not always about smelling the roses, but falling on our faces too. Now swim tries to always remember God, and embrace the good and bad when it comes. Swim also got to know God through coincidences or snychronicities. Things would happen again and again that would defy any mathematical odds. At first swim thought his mind was playing tricks on him, so he kept doubting till they kept coming and coming. Eventually swim had to come to terms with what was happening, and accept it, and love it. Now when it happens, its like God is waving at swim, saying hi, remember me lol. Its hard to realize the formless while were wrapped up in form.

Yeah, memories vs. recognition... Oh, how difficult it is to grasp it from *here*.

I feel guilty when I talk about it, because all I'm saying is coming more from my memories, not from that immediate recognition. I'm guilty of building a pseudo-enlightenment from my memories. This may be the real meaning of idolatry. My only excuse is my love - or obsession? - of That. Deep sins may result from this longing. One can divert an entire nation from the path (albeit temporarily). A church living through thousand years can be built on the memories alone, so powerful their source is.

Oh how difficult it is to live in the shadows, without those senses which let one really *understand*. We come back and we believe we can grasp it with the toolset we have here. Actually, we don't even remember what we had *there*, we only remember that we could do it. So we try again and again, and fail. Going into quarrels with Burnt and brothers. How unfortunate.

I'm happy when someone comes along who was just *there*. It inspires me, I can thrive on the freshness of it. The experience is a testament to the possibility, that my own one was not just a dream. I hope a lot of people will have this experience. I'm sure it would make the world a better place.

cellux I appreciate your posts so much. Reading this last one just sent those shivers of light thru my CNS.

yes, me too

I opened myself, took it all in and saw it all happening, inside and around me.

I tried to trust the process, trust my instincts, trust my inner wisdom. I tried to give in, surrender completely, accept everything as it is and let the process play out through myself. To follow the path, wherever it may lead to.

Fortunately, this time I didn't have to make any difficult choices.

I think I found love, and found love to be something completely and utterly different from anything I thought about love before.

Everyone is free to decide what to do with their lives. You can go in or out, you can be swept away to an out-of-mind drugged state or stay straight and follow the process with the illusion of the clear mind. The only difference might be in the level of consciousness, if that's what is. And the higher you get, the more you fade away; the more you become one with everything, the less they will see you, the less they will hear from you, because you will be something like the wind or the scent of flowers: always there, loving, supporting, giving, but claiming nothing, just being something which is you and not you at the same time.

(I wrote this one in 2003, after I got home from a Goa Gil party. I posted it onto a Hungarian forum. This is the only post I wrote in English there - for some reason, English seemed better suited for expressing what I had in mind. I thought you may like it.)