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 OrgoneConclusion
Oh, bee hive!
Registered: 04/01/07
Posts: 7,968
Loc: In the woods
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 Spiritual Search quote
#8120698 - 03/08/08 06:18 PM (8 months, 10 days ago) |
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From an Ayahuasca trip report on Erowid:
The search for our spiritual selves is indeed a dangerous endeavor. It is a truly horrifying sight when the shells we occupy during our daily lives are ripped away, if only partially, and we are able catch fleeting glimpses into a space that is truly indescribable. I speak of scopes and terrains of such immensity and power that our fragile minds are 'blown away' by the sheer force of their existence, their aliveness, and perhaps most disturbing, their indifference. Somewhere within this awesome celestial synchrony of life we each exist, every one of us, participating in some unknown way; each act, every step infused completely with volition, with purpose. In the end, I'll bet, the only thing that makes sense is to find humor in the silliness of our lives, and to laugh at our tenacious efforts to find some meaning and purpose in a place where there is no single truth. In a place where the same leaf can fall off the same tree twice.
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What is the sound of one jaw snapping?
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EternalCowabunga
21st Century Schizoid Man
Registered: 04/04/05
Posts: 2,510
Loc: Toronto
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That was enjoyable to read. There are some very good reports on erowid. This is another Ayahuasca report:
I sat for a bit in the colors, enjoying the temporary respite from the intensity of the Ayahuasca spirit. If I allowed myself to focus on any one aspect of the energy grid I would feel it begin to pull me in. I resisted by re-focusing my attention on Don Jorge. Each new discovery seemed to happen suddenly, without warning. All at once I noticed the sounds of the jungle. I could distinguish specific individualized sounds among the chorus of the jungle life. I could have spent the rest of my life lost in the intricacies and combinations of songs and languages of that beautiful moment. Each sound was its own language, with its own purpose and direction. Each sound had its own corresponding color and feeling. Everything merged and coalesced into an undifferentiated dance of feeling and expression infinitely beyond my ability to grasp. I did know, however, that what I was witnessing was a grand language, with truth upon truth, wrapped and tangled and connected. It was aware of me. It was fucking aware of me.
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Nuisance is this noise of mine, Crying inside the hollow cave, Does the sun never reach the eyes
Of the prehistoric caveman, He had nothing but fire, And yet I make more noise, Not because of my tools, But because of a lack.
Ask the shaman
Or rabbi or priest, This modern world keeps a lid on me,
Contains my noise, so I can release it in poetry,
Release it from nothing, nowhere
Was I forgetting that place near my neck?
Ah yes... the jugular
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demius
heeeeeeehaaaaaw!
Registered: 08/18/05
Posts: 25,762
Loc: Earth
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Quote:
OrgoneConclusion said:
From an Ayahuasca trip report on Erowid:
The search for our spiritual selves is indeed a dangerous endeavor. It is a truly horrifying sight when the shells we occupy during our daily lives are ripped away, if only partially, and we are able catch fleeting glimpses into a space that is truly indescribable.
this is merely opinion, not fact. to some, this is the most beautiful aspect of it, being able to disconnect from this shell in a manner that is not necessarily just longing for escape from it (death?), to see what else may be, or is, out there
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Somewhere within this awesome celestial synchrony of life we each exist, every one of us, participating in some unknown way; each act, every step infused completely with volition, with purpose. In the end, I'll bet, the only thing that makes sense is to find humor in the silliness of our lives, and to laugh at our tenacious efforts to find some meaning and purpose in a place where there is no single truth. In a place where the same leaf can fall off the same tree twice.
the best part of the movie donnie darko is at the end where he is aware of what is about to happen (this is after time has reversed) and all he can do is laugh and smile about it all
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