IM NOT FUCKING KIDDING... it told me to stop... read the last part of my signature... i know it seems surreal.. but magunm you know what i was sayin on your supernatural experince thread about they want to help us in any way and sometimes the only way they can speak to us is subliminally...well.. i have coped and learn to recieve the message... im not taling about no bullshit christian evangelist bullshit.. im talking about receivng enlightenment of course it all statred with me receiving a physcoACTIVAION from a hallucinogenic but after a few years when i had the ability to grasp this phenomena of perfection that i had such a precious part to play in... my highs.. and trips started to fade into a negative thing... but before they did when i was learning the depth that i went to in my ind is unexplainable..The infinite vibratory levels, the dimensions of interconnectedness are without end. but eventually it became about the gratification and not about the whole experince... the subliminal karma mocked every selfish "pill" i shoved down my throat...it was speaking to me in the rythm of the waves acroos the waters, in the winds throw blades of grass, in the energy flowing throughout my body..telling me i didnt need this "therapy" anymore.. and the way it designed "therapy" is like this: Man is endowed with the gift of wizardry, a talent for discovery and invention. The discovery and invention of substances that change the way we feel and behave are among man?s special accomplishments, and like so many other products of our wizardry, these substances have the capacity to harm as well to help. The substance psilocybin itself is neutral, an intricate molecular structure. Yet, ?too much? can be sickening or even deadly. It is man who decides how each substance is used, and its mans beliefs and perceptions that give this neutral substance the attribute to heal or destroy. Once the conscious has been developed into a relationship being able to grasp the nature of consciousness, to continue the process of therapy is indeed selfish and potentially dangerous. Humanity and the essence of life, together, is a psychedelic, natural hallucinatory dynamic. The essence of that is more than just tripping, more than just a single alteration in consciousness; all consciousness is part of a bigger picture. The miracle of being endowed with a body, mind, psyche, and all the tools to prosper it, were not meant to be abused to gain a status of gratification or visual stimulation, there is a deeper meaning to everything. It should help you learn that you have the ability to feel the perfection of every moment without anything enhancing your mind except life. Neglecting the conscious is extremely possible: coveting or becoming fixated on such a sacred informational model to allow you to gain a temporal lattice of the mind. Some of the mushroom/marijiauna celebrants will inevitably start up the ?high? escalator to the next plateau, once there, the de-escalation process starts, it is difficult for many. You can build an ugly ego and abuse has a lesson that has a meaning that words can?t describe. th way "i" have built this structure of "therapuetical substance is that you come to a point..a choice.. you will now the answer too it deep inside no matter how hard you try to hide it... it is a choice on wheter to self destruct or "wake up".. i choose life.. i choose to live..i know the exact feeling in your guts right now.. i fucking smoked kb almost everyday for 4 years, done every drug know to man...(im not trying to impress you so believe me or not... ask me if you can think of one that you think i havent done.. ill be truthful) i sarted do hard shit like ice and heroin and smacky sketchy shit... so trust me i know what it feels like.. i know the suction of the "warmth" and reassurance a human can comfort themselves with by just trusting that feeling, even thought they wanna stop.. its not in their hands anymore... they dont do the drug, the drug does them.. im talking about the smallest things like pot and alcohol... sorry guys.. its all shit...worthless shit that leaves you alone and dry..in the end its called karma. but yes, it can help people with opening there minds.. thats wht it co-exsist with us... it has a great test in it.. its supposed to be very fucking hard! it is the test of eternity... ignore what you want to make you comfortable but just read this... tell me if you can relate...its in metaphors but if you have a half a shit for intellect you'll get it----- Tilling my own grave to keep me level Jam another "dragon" down the hole Digging to the rhythm and the echo of a "solitary siren" "One" that pushes me along and leaves me so
Desperate and Ravenous I'm so weak and powerless over "you"
"Someone feed the monkey while I dig in search of China White as Dracula as I approach the bottom"
Desperate and Ravenous I'm so weak and powerless over you
Pale angel go away Come again some other day "The devil" has my ear today I'll never hear of what you say Promised I would find a little solace And some piece of mind Whatever just as long as I don't feel so
Desperate and Ravenous I'm so weak and powerless over you Desperate and Ravenous I'm so weak and powerless over you
Clever got me this far Then tricky got me in I am what I'm after I don't need another friend Smile and drop the cliche 'Till you think I'm listening I take just what I came for Then I'm out the door again
Peripheral long the package Don't care to settle in Time to feed the monster I don't need another friend Comfort is a mystery Crawling out of my own skin Just give me what I came for, then I'm out the door again
Lie to get what I came for Lie to get just what I need Lie to get what I crave Lie and smile to get what's mine
I am what I'm after I don't need another friend Nod and watch your lips move If you need me to pretend Because clever got me this far Then tricky got me in I'll take just what I came for Then I'm out the door again
Lie to get what I came for Lie to get what I need now Lie to get what I'm craving Lie and smile to get what's mine
Give this to me Mine, mine, mine Take what's mine Mine, mine, mine Take what's mine Mine, mine, mine
Lie to get what I came for Lie to get what I need now Lie to get what I'm craving Lie to smile and get what's mine
Give this to me Take what's mine Mine, mine, mine --------and this next one is about mushrooms.. its called "blue"-------- I didn't want to know I just didn't want to know Best to keep things in the shallow end Cause I never quite learned how to swim
I just didn't want to know Didn't want, didn't want, Didn't want, didn't want
Close my eyes just to look at you Taken by the seamless vision I close my eyes, Ignore the smoke, Ignore the smoke
Call it aftermath, "she's" turning blue Such a lovely color for you Call it aftermath, "she's" turning blue While I just sit and stare at you
Because I don't want to know I didn't want to know I just didn't want to know I just didn't want
Mistook "their" nods for an approval Just ignore the smoke and smile
Call it aftermath, "she's" turning blue Such a lovely color for you Call it aftermath, "she's" turning blue Such a perfect color for "your" eyes Call it aftermath, "she's" turning blue Such a lovely color for you Call it aftermath, "she's" turning blue While I just sit and stare at you
I don't want to know... none of at first want to know... huh? but nevertheless its the truth... wheter you like it or not..love and respect-peace
-------------------- In the dawn my toes are cold They spread their little trinkets on the ground In the hall By the closet door They creep into my bed without sound On a cube In a plastic egg A hundred fabric figures in a pile See them march Toward me And dance across the floor trippily Little faces keep no track of time Little faces speaking out in rhyme Little faces smiling in my mind Tiny doors For walking through sticky fingers clutch forbidden things the phone For talking through Sinking ships On a foamy sea That tumbles from the motion of filthy Little hands In the dark When eyes are wide listen to secrets that I tell In a ball On tiny beds Or beneath them where the shadow people dwell moon Beams split the night Leave bars of yellow pasted on their faces As they drift into a dream
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