IJesusChrist
Holofractale de l'hypervérité
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- 22/7/08
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Everytime I smoke, there is always a snapping feeling of insanity, just for a little bit. Smoked a bit last night on a car ride;
At first it was ok, but then the dread came back. An intense feeling of "Something is seriously wrong with your body/mind/future." It is so intense, so immense, so engulfing, but I'm used to it, I recognize it, so it is becoming easier to handle now. But it is still there. After about 15-20 minutes it went away and I started talking to the driver, (I don't know if it would have passed if I was alone).
A good hour and a half went by until it came back. I was trying to sleep and that is when I had a flash back of either DMT or Mushrooms, of a point where I erased from my memory, well two flashbacks simultaneously.
one of the flashbacks was when I was trying to sleep and two voices became very prominent (I was either tripping or very high) and they started talking, and slowly the conversation became about me. I was trying to analyze if I could possibly be making this up, I tried to approach it analytically and objectionally without any emotion at first, but there was a sentence that was mentioned that I felt as if I could not have said on my own, there was no way.
Anyways, the second, simultaneous flashback was when I was on DMT and a god had told me something that made me realize how awfully simple reality is. Of course I couldn't remember exactly what was said, but I remember the feeling as if all of reality was a lie, and life was simply a house of cards.
But... I came out of it fine. I handled every situation very moderately, without too much pushing or shoving, without too much worry without too much anxiety. It was insightful, intelligent, and entertaining overall. Really made me realize how fucked up the world is though, jesus god this place is a slaughter house - but nobody knows who is slaughtering.
The book "Ishmael" sums it up nicely in my opinion and view:
Everyone [in the 60's/70's] knew we were being trapped in, but nobody knew where the fencing was. Nobody really knew where the power came from.
Which is why I don't get pissed at any particular group of people, any organization, nor any person in general. No person is evil, no person deserves anything - ideas are to blame and they can spread like wildfire with their rewards and genuine nature. Ideas are a virus that cannot be stopped in this day and age - they travel through the "straws" of the internet, the boobs on TV, the word at the office, the conversation of potheads on couches, they are the ultimate killing machine, yet the ultimate saviors...
holllly fuck I am rambling
At first it was ok, but then the dread came back. An intense feeling of "Something is seriously wrong with your body/mind/future." It is so intense, so immense, so engulfing, but I'm used to it, I recognize it, so it is becoming easier to handle now. But it is still there. After about 15-20 minutes it went away and I started talking to the driver, (I don't know if it would have passed if I was alone).
A good hour and a half went by until it came back. I was trying to sleep and that is when I had a flash back of either DMT or Mushrooms, of a point where I erased from my memory, well two flashbacks simultaneously.
one of the flashbacks was when I was trying to sleep and two voices became very prominent (I was either tripping or very high) and they started talking, and slowly the conversation became about me. I was trying to analyze if I could possibly be making this up, I tried to approach it analytically and objectionally without any emotion at first, but there was a sentence that was mentioned that I felt as if I could not have said on my own, there was no way.
Anyways, the second, simultaneous flashback was when I was on DMT and a god had told me something that made me realize how awfully simple reality is. Of course I couldn't remember exactly what was said, but I remember the feeling as if all of reality was a lie, and life was simply a house of cards.
But... I came out of it fine. I handled every situation very moderately, without too much pushing or shoving, without too much worry without too much anxiety. It was insightful, intelligent, and entertaining overall. Really made me realize how fucked up the world is though, jesus god this place is a slaughter house - but nobody knows who is slaughtering.
The book "Ishmael" sums it up nicely in my opinion and view:
Everyone [in the 60's/70's] knew we were being trapped in, but nobody knew where the fencing was. Nobody really knew where the power came from.
Which is why I don't get pissed at any particular group of people, any organization, nor any person in general. No person is evil, no person deserves anything - ideas are to blame and they can spread like wildfire with their rewards and genuine nature. Ideas are a virus that cannot be stopped in this day and age - they travel through the "straws" of the internet, the boobs on TV, the word at the office, the conversation of potheads on couches, they are the ultimate killing machine, yet the ultimate saviors...
holllly fuck I am rambling
