MarkostheGnostic said: Thanks for reaching out Raven Gnosis, and sorry for your feelings of loss. Ice and I were frienemies, not because I did not want to be friends but because his own issues prevented the intimacy of friendship. I have no desire to speak ill of him. I was frustrated that he was unable to love himself and by extension, life. He needed therapy but was too egoic to seek it out. Eleven months after Jokeshopbeard and CosmicJoke surprise-visited Icelander, CosmicJoke died, not by suicide as far as I can ascertain. I was expecting a visit from CJ this past winter.
We are all here for a brief period and we never know for how long unless we end it. Ice and I spoke a few times on the phone, most of my communications were on The Shroomery PM medium. He wrote some of us including me on the day he chose to die. I should feel honored but I just feel sad. Ice and I were the same age, we had explored similar things in the 1970s, but his pain predated the '70s. I wish he had gone into therapy long ago, but to him that just sounded cliché or condescending. It was not, it may well have given him cause to endure til an age where he ceased to matter to others. Obviously, his decision was premature.
Thank you for responding.
I did not realize CosmicJoke died too, the hell... Just speechless. I see it being discussed now that I’ve sat with the reality enough to look and read through the thread in earnest. I wish he would have at the least tried therapy; for some it does absolutely no good, though you can never know unless you take the plunge and take it seriously.
I can empathize with the manner in which his ego, or/and whatever else may have prevented him from reaching out to others, and for help. His trust in his own direct experience and understanding was stronger than his trust in others, I recall him expressing to me in multiple ways in essence that he’d felt betrayed and deceived not only by the religiosity of his childhood, but by his journeys in the 70’s. Neither provided the answers he sought and I think he was loath to place his faith, mind and soul in another person’s hand’s again.
Looking at some of his last posts, I can see he was searching for answers and understanding for what may await him beyond his flesh.
Do you know for certain it was suicide? If so, how do you know if you don't mind my asking? This question has been on my mind a lot, and is important to me and how I will grieve him.
If it was suicide, I certainly feel his decision was pre-mature, for myself and others it doubtlessly was. I just pray what he did was truly right for himself and that he’d finally found peace and his time was truly right, that it was not born out desire for the cessation of suffering, but for readiness to face the greatest unknown, and that there is no hallowed crime in his choice if he still exists, that he is free.
He always told me that he’d go out on his own accord, I would genuinely be surprised if he had not. I genuinely felt him and understood him in this, and respected it despite the manners in which I challenged it. But overall, I listened and made sure he knew he was understood and felt.
I remember he sent me this once, while discussing the vigor of his dreams and how waking life paled in comparison, I’d never seen the movie but I knew exactly what it was he was telling me through it, and in my sadness today I remembered it, remembered him, and felt a lightness.
redgreenvines said: I have no idea how a "peace" - such as what you discovered - can be false. Peace, tranquility, calm, equanimity are all terms for transient modalities that we can enter intentionally. The integrative potential of "peace" is of real vale, but compulsive arguments and or a cynical attitude may undermine "calm", or attack the confidence and concentration required to achieve and maintain that 'peace'.
adding the term "real" to something like this introduces specific validating form such as the form of peace, or stylistics such as the specific style of peace, and these attributes effectively try to draw the line between "Us and Them" which is a distraction from your interest and a poor replacement for what you are interested in.
For example, a person who is practicing meditation may be observed occasionally to twitch, and another person may criticize his "calm" as not "real calm" because we saw a twitch. However this mediator may be reaching profound tranquility in stages and twitching between re-establishing their focus. Real peace is not determined by temporal constancy that lasts longer than 12 seconds, or 12 minutes, or 12 hours - it could flower and bust in 1 second, and that second could be an eternity (although you can chart progress with increased constancy).
If I had a single complaint about Icelander, it would be that he seemed to cultivate "Us and Them" stylistics more than he was interested in harmony - though I am no mind reader - it just seemed so to me.
I appreciate your response RGV and agree with what you’re saying in regards to peace fully.
I was quite strained emotionally while writing what I did, and consequentially did not, and did not feel the need or desire, to communicate what I was referring to as concisely and clearly as I could have.
What I am actually referring to is neither peace, nor something that can be false.
To grossly over simplify what I meant by what I said:
I more so wanted to share with him the solution(s) I’ve forged and found to things that haunted he and I, and to consider any challenges he may have had to them and their logic. Because of the uncanny closeness in what, and more importantly, how we experienced them, I trust he would be honest , as he always has with me, so I value his outlook tremendously in specific things and know that whatever criticisms he may have had, that I’d be stoking the fire of his soul by presenting him with the figurative salve I had made, and that he’d only help make me and what I’ve discovered stronger, to further fortify the recipe and consequent efficacy of my remedies.
If he’d of rejected it, it would have been in the way of a stubborn old cowboy set in his ways who shows his appreciation in warm, brotherly grit.
-------------------- To be human is to be fettered, to endure what one is, in perpetuum, no matter what the debility or perversity.
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