SWIM just related an experience to me that he felt needed to be shared.
It is all fleeting, just traces of it remaining, but the implication so great that it could not be left unsaid. It is so good to be alive, just the simple fact of living is such a blessing and a gift that it cannot be underestimated.
I am blessed with the ability to breakthrough at small doses, around 30mg even though I weight 100kg. More gets scarry and does not increase the experience.
I fought the ego, trying to hold on to this body, this experience, but there were aliens around me in the ether, wanting what I had, just a body in order to feel, experience that which encompases our phyical universe. They were not hostile, just wanted what I had, something I got the sense they once had before passing on to a higher form of consciousness. They were not unhappy where they were, they just missed what it was to have an actual physical body. They wanted to use my body, if only for a short time to feel once again. I resisted at first, but then relented and allowed them to share this existence with me, if only for a short time. They were greatful, and shared my body with me, happy and extatic to, if for just a fleeing moment feel what it was like to be alive again.
This joy at the simple fact of being alive, and able to experience things is almost overwhelming and remains with me even now. I cannot shake it. What a supremely wonderful thing it is to simply be alive.
How fortunate it is to have found something that makes me feel this way, to be thankfull of what I have. I even told my parents tonight at dinner, "Thank you for my life" I did not need to say anymore, it was all encompased in those simple words, yet I don't think there is anything more meaningful that I could have said to them.
I hope you all can feel this way.
It is good to be alive.
Peace and Love.
What, you ask, was the beginning of it all?
And it is this...
Existence that multiplied itself
For sheer delight of being
And plunged into numberless trillions of forms
So that it might
Find
Itself
Innumerably.
-Sri Aubobindo
Saidin is a fictional character, and only exists in the collective unconscious. Therefore, we both do and do not exist. Everything is made up as we go along, and none of it is real.