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Re: A Meeting with god. [Re: CosmicStorm]
#7174412 - 07/14/07 10:33 AM (16 years, 6 months ago) |
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CosmicStorm said: That's awesome how mushrooms made an atheist believe that there is a god.
I have met several gods during my trips, but I am not going to start worshipping any of them. Does that make me an atheist or a theist or a polytheist?
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Maybe it was my subconscious, but I find that alot of people put too much of their trust into modern science, to say that there is nothing out there...is just being close minded IMO.
The church used to say that there is nothing at all "out there" beyond approximately the orbit of the planet Saturn. Modern science has shown us that there is a mind-bogglingly huge universe out there... and there might be other universes or spacetime bubbles, or quantum mechanical parallel realities. All according to modern science. How is that close-minded?
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Re: A Meeting with god. [Re: Psy Baba]
#7174473 - 07/14/07 10:56 AM (16 years, 6 months ago) |
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Excellent report man, I was totally there through your imagery, I could relate to that feeling of the spirtual creator, and that feeling of guiltness that I did something wrong and how I need to change something.
Once again I'm assured that I'm not alone when I say these things in all their weridness are the real deal; they prescribe primitive instincts that are apart of us all. And that dimension is the collection of the mystery that is our minds, not someone else's but..heck I guess God sounds like the word.
Two Gods, God of choice and God that is you who's going to figure it out through what one knows is right.
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Silent_Vinny said: And that dimension is the collection of the mystery that is our minds, not someone else's but..heck I guess God sounds like the word.
Two Gods, God of choice and God that is you who's going to figure it out through what one knows is right.
I have met the God of choice. A very interesting god! But she could only handle choices that were completely random from my point of view.
I have also met the God that says "I am you, and every other self-glorifying being". He didn't impress me much, but I got some cool insights about how gods obtain their powers.
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Re: A Meeting with god. [Re: Rhizoid]
#7174752 - 07/14/07 12:23 PM (16 years, 6 months ago) |
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I wasn't saying that modern science is close minded...I was implying that a lot of people who follow it are.
The scientists make all these discoveries, then people follow them religiously...rant on to their friends wanting to sound intelligent etc. which everyone does at some point.
Personally I hate the atheists ignorance, and to tear down that wall is nice. I've seen dark lords during trips, or was it a manifestation of my mind?...I didn't worship it, and don't worship anything.
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Re: A Meeting with god. [Re: Psy Baba]
#7175031 - 07/14/07 01:39 PM (16 years, 6 months ago) |
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its cool to hear that the psychdelic experience made a believer out of your girlfriend. nice story.
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Re: A Meeting with god. [Re: Robo]
#7175094 - 07/14/07 01:52 PM (16 years, 6 months ago) |
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mo0nlite_sonata said: its cool to hear that the psychdelic experience made a believer out of your girlfriend. nice story.
Yeah, but it would be very sad if she turns into an ignorant religious creationist just because she had some hallucinations that she can't handle.
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Re: A Meeting with god. [Re: Psy Baba]
#7175554 - 07/14/07 04:08 PM (16 years, 6 months ago) |
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Wow, very cool.
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Re: A Meeting with god. [Re: Rhizoid]
#7175709 - 07/14/07 05:09 PM (16 years, 6 months ago) |
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mo0nlite_sonata said: its cool to hear that the psychdelic experience made a believer out of your girlfriend. nice story.
Yeah, but it would be very sad if she turns into an ignorant religious creationist just because she had some hallucinations that she can't handle.
This is ridiculous. Everyone assumes that because you believe in 'God' that it automatically refers to the biblical God who created everything in 7 days. Have you ever considered OTHER POSSIBILITIES?
I personally have had such an abundant array of "God" experiences that I do not believe in God, I know that there is God. In NO WAY did these experiences EVER lead me to believe that God created the world in 7 days and that all humans originated from Adam and Eve and all the other horseshit that is religion. How many replies alluded to worshiping God(s)? Who ever said that belief automatically implies worhsip!? Do you see what I mean? Lose your conditioned beliefs about God and perhaps you will come to your very own personal understanding. THINK FOR YOURSELF. Ever consider that maybe science, instead of a means to 'kill' God, is actually just a way to 'explain' God? Like the process creation works through evolution, for instance? Contrary to popular belief you do not have to ditch all reason and logic to believe in God. In fact to me it would be just as stupid/illogical to have profound direct experience and write it off as mere 'hallucination' or psychosis as it would to blindly follow some ancient whack religion.
What I have seen is that 'God' is FAR more profound, magnificent, crazy than any religious text has ever alluded to (to my knowledge) or that science has ever even considered. I would go so far as to say that that totality of God is FAR beyond the scope of human imagination.
Just because you can explain things one way (scientifically) does not mean they do not fit into a greater perspective than that we currently see through. And just because you have never seen through a bigger perspective does not mean it is not there.
Like I said in my earlier post, psychedelics shown have me, and many other people, that God is not just some whack idea that people invented to explain the unexplainable. That was religion. It seems most religions are born from people who've had or claim to have direct experience of God. Once you get people involved who lack the direct experience, the stage is open for misunderstanding, assumption, lies, etc, and these have lead to the ugly monster religions the world at large follows today.
Even though I myself have had many direct 'God' experiences, I have realized that I am still interpreting them through my own filter, and so is everyone else who has these experiences. The truth is in the experience itself, not in what is written or preached about it.
The issue of God/no-God is between You and God. It is NOT between science and religion (mere human/social institutions for fucks sake!), or anything else.
If you are open minded enough to not judge this book by its title or the enterprise the author has turned it into, I really reccomend reading "Conversations with God" by Neale Donald Walsch. It has nothing to do with religion and it is quite an eye opening book (all three of them actually), especially if you have had 'God' experiences. Check it out!
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Re: A Meeting with god. [Re: Grok]
#7176479 - 07/14/07 08:29 PM (16 years, 6 months ago) |
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atheism didn't exist until fundamental religions began turning the smarter of us away from the spiritual realm. if a person was to go into an experience such as your's with no religious background, i believe the same feelings would have been there, but perhaps interpreted slightly different (i.e. praying, etc.) than a person who had been indoctrinated. i think it's awesome that you had this experience especially for your girlfriend who realized that evolution and god can coexist and are in fact different names for the same exact process. keep on exploring with your newer states of mind and you may see how far the rabbit hole really goes (or get a sense of infinity anyway).
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Re: A Meeting with god. [Re: Grok]
#7178809 - 07/15/07 11:10 AM (16 years, 6 months ago) |
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Grok said: This is ridiculous. Everyone assumes that because you believe in 'God' that it automatically refers to the biblical God who created everything in 7 days. Have you ever considered OTHER POSSIBILITIES?
But the original post said:
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The shocking thing is that Kelly pre trip was 100% atheist, 100% evolutionist, and what she gathered from her trip is a totally different perspective. She now believes that a "god" a Spiritual being created all fo us, but not how we are now. "God" created primitive man, and we, what we are today have evolved from that. Sort of a Hybrid theory.
This just sounded to me that there was cause for concern here.
As I said earlier, I have met several gods when tripping. It's a fascinating experience, but in the end I find gods to be mainly distractions and even obstacles.
Let me clarify: I don't think there is anything wrong in having beliefs. Ideally, I think everyone should believe six impossible things before breakfast, like the White Queen did in Lewis Carroll's Through the Looking-Glass. It's when people latch on to beliefs that are counterfactual and are part of a religious-political agenda, that's when I become concerned.
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Re: A Meeting with god. [Re: Psy Baba]
#7178825 - 07/15/07 11:15 AM (16 years, 6 months ago) |
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to paraphrase someone from these forums
"i never believed in god and then i took drugs and saw god, and he said don't do drugs"
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Re: A Meeting with god. [Re: indica]
#7179405 - 07/15/07 02:15 PM (16 years, 6 months ago) |
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Very good points from everybody.
Land crab, I am somewhat religious. I have decided that christianity is probably not for me, I have been looking into buddhism and sihkism, and they make a bit more sense.
Though I am having a hard time understanding reincarnation. In my opinion, there is a god. and this "god" is 100% energy.
Maybe not the god that created the world in 7 days, but something so powerful that could create such a thing as a human.
I assure whoever was skeptical, Kelly will not become a religious fanatic. She constantly questions everything. always on a search for answers.
-peace, thanks for all the posotive responses.
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Re: A Meeting with god. [Re: Psy Baba]
#7316816 - 08/21/07 06:17 AM (16 years, 5 months ago) |
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I'm going to post this story in your thread because I believe it is very relevant. I know I have flashed this story a fair bit around on these forums, but I feel it belongs here as well, only because I can relate to it extremely well and those who have interest in this thread might do as well. I don't know who the author is, so Ican't give credit I'm sorry... but he's out there somewhere.
Enjoy.
"On Earth "Have a good day at school," my mother says, as I walk out the front door. Fat bloody likely. I walk to the corner of Utah Parkway, sit on a bench, and wait for the public transportation to take me to my first day of a brand new academy. Seven different schools in the past three years thanks to my parents, who keep jumping from one government project to another. They're out to save the world and out to ruin my life in the process. The public transportation vehicle pulls up. I board the PTV and find a place to stand among the crowd of passengers before the vehicle explodes at a rapid speed to the next stop. In four minutes twenty-two seconds, I am off the PTV and walking through the entrance of Jerusalem and Bethlehem Academy, which is named after two famous chemists or some shit. On the first day, I always feel like a guinea pig with the teacher going, "Class, we have a new student. Please welcome, Moon." That and my new peers' false kindness makes me wanna crawl into a hole and perish. And this is exactly what happens on the first day. By the third of eight academic sessions, my nerves are killing me so between the third and fourth session, I sneak outside and smoke an emergency joint that I stashed in my bookbag this morning. The rest of the day is tolerable but by no means ideal. I go home in the afternoon and head straight to my bedroom to lose myself in books. Around 8:34 PM, I laugh at a thought that wanders into my head that notices how pathetic my existence is. It's so pathetic that I'm always trying to escape it with either literature or mind-altering substances. The second day at a new school is usually sucky. The people have seen your face and they'll possibly see it for the rest of their schooling days. You're boring now. With that in mind, I eat two hits of d-lysergic acid diethylamide between the toast and eggs my mother makes me for breakfast. Throughout the second day of school, I find my brain occupied with the shapes that are forming and reforming on the floor. I feel wonderful thanks to the LSD despite a lack of social contact and go home to make myself some dinner. Soon enough, it's dark outside and my brain is too scattered to read so I eat the two chocolate psilocybin mushrooms I brought from Yorkshire and hid in a pair of socks. Soon enough, the hallucinogenic drugs have taken control and I wander outside to meet clear skies. And though this is probably a fallacy?our planet's two lunar satellites have never looked more amazing that tonight. I walk to a secluded park and lay in the grass to enjoy the night sky. I lay there for hours, enraptured in the celestial beauty. But eventually the drugs get a little less intoxicating and I rise and walk home. But on the walk home, I encounter a male peer I recognize from Jerusalem and Bethlehem Academy. "Hey," he says, "you're the new kid. Moon, right?" "Yes," I say. "Well, you probably don't know but my name is Jesus." "Cool." We talk for a short while before he gives me an odd look. "Are you on something?" he asks. I must have said something stupid. "It's cool, buddy. I do drugs too." I pause. I nod slowly. "Yeah," I say. "I ate some mushrooms a little while ago." "Seriously?" I nod again. "Yeah, I was bored and wanted to gaze at the satellites and stars." Jesus smiles. "That's fuckin' awesome! So you're into psychedelics?" "Yeah, I like 'em." "How about cocaine?" I skew my face. "I dunno. I've tried it a few times but I don't like it very much. It's a cool buzz but I hate how my brain totally shuts down. I can't think. I dunno. Sorry." His smile is showing teeth and he's shaking his head. "Don't be sorry! That's awesome. I was gonna cry if you were just another fuck up." I don%uE5B9 totally understand what he means but I say nothing. "What are you doing for the rest of the night?" he asks. "Nothing planned." "Wanna hang out at my house?" I know nothing about this kid. He could be a psychotic violent rapist for all I know. But I consider my alternative, which is sitting in my empty bedroom and staring at the barren walls, and I agree to go hang out. "Can I borrow your MCD?" I ask. "Mine hasn't been reconfigured since moving." "Yeah, no problem." Jesus hands me the Mobile Communication Device and I send a message to my parents to let them know where I'm going. My mother responds that she's happy I'm making friends and to have fun. We go to Jesus' house and he introduces me to his parents, who are staring at a projection screen. We then go to his bedroom and he eats some DXM pills. "Do you have anymore of those?" I ask. "Yep. I can have anything you'd ever want in half-an-hour." "Anything?" "Yep. I have a very good friend, who has very good connections. Want some?" He extends a palm full of DXM pills. "No thanks. I'll probably ask for some when these mushrooms wear off some more." "And when you ask, you shall receive." Jesus then puts on some music I've never heard but will hear more of in the future and then shows me tons and tons of artwork he's created throughout his fifteen years of existence. I'm honestly amazed by what he's done with oil paints, watercolors, crayons, clay, pencils, and who knows what else some of that stuff was made with. Many of his works seem to have amazingly captured the seemingly indescribable visions and emotions one has in the heavy intoxication of a psychedelic drug. "Wow," I say. "This is really fucking incredible." "You don't have to lie to me," Jesus says. "My inner ego is invincible. Whether you personally like it or not will have zero effect on my future art." "But I do think it's awesome. I have never seen anything like this." He smiles. "Seriously?" I nod. "The arts department at the academy think it's garbage." "Well, then they are absolutely morons." I look through more and more work until a single oil painting nearly stops my breathing. "What is this?" I ask. "That's my attempt at expressing the purpose of existence on Earth." My eyes nearly pop out of my skull. "You've been on Earth?" He smiles. "Several times. My good friend has one." My jaw drops. "You're a lying fuck." He shakes his head. "Nope. I speak the truth. You will see tomorrow." "But those things are like impossible to get." "Yep, they indeed are."
I eat some DXM a little later and we spend the entire night doing artwork in his room. My artistry pales in comparison to Jesus' shit but I don't mind. I am simply thrilled to create and attempt to express indescribable emotions. The night feels deep and we have intimate conversations about existence and purpose and all sorts of things that strangers, or even best friends, simply don't discuss. In the morning when it's time to head to the Academy, Jesus shoves something in my hands. "Eat this," he says. "What is it?" "Croutah." My bulging eyes pop out of my skull and I put them back after picking them off the floor. He laughs and eats his. "I think I'm really happy I met you," I say before eating some Croutah.
School has never been so full of maddening wonder. It might me that I'm a failure as a writer but there's no way to properly describe that day of school.
After school, I'm still totally out of my head. Life is beautiful. Jesus walks with me to a place I don't know and into a house I've never seen before. We walk into a living room and I find four guys lounging on three couches set in a U-shape with a coffee table in the middle. "Hey Jesus. Whose your friend?" The question comes from the dark-skinned fellow with dreadlocks, who has a glass bong cradled in his lap. "God, this is my friend, Moon," Jesus says. "He just recently moved here from Yorkshire." "Damn. That's far off," God says. I nod. Jesus says, "Yeah. He's a good kid. We've been having a blast and have been out of our heads for the past day." I fail to mention that, for me, it's been over a day and a half. "He's into psychedelics," he adds. The guy in a baseball cap laughs. "Glad you found another freak, Jesus. Now you have a friend." A very skinny shaved-head kid laughs. Then he pulls out a vial from a pocket and dumps the contents on the table. With a credit card that seems to have already been much used, he separates a few lines of what appears to be cocaine. He presses his nose on the coffee table and snorts two of the lines. Mr. Baseball Cap snorts the other two. "Meet Adolph," Jesus says point to the shaved-head kid, "and Caesar." He points to Mr. Baseball Cap. "Hey guys," I say. They wipe their noses and stare at me.
We sit down and spend the next hour or so smoking marijuana from God's glass water bong. We enjoy life. These new friends of mine are very interesting folks. God, the dark-skinned dreadlock fellow is Jesus' "good friend" who can supply any mind-altering substance known. And his sale of these products is how he affords the house we're inside. At some point, Jesus' says, "We should let Moon try Earth." "Do you think he's ready?" God asks. "He's been doing hardcore psychedelics since his twelfth birthday over three years ago." "Yeah, but you know it's not the same." I interrupt. "What's it like?" God shakes his head. "You can't even imagine. You know how you escape from the world with LSD and Croutah and shit? Well, this is a total escape. You basically are reborn into a constantly evolving tiny world that seems so real that you can barely remember your real life. You go through all the normal changes of growing up and you live an entire life in Earth-time. It's so fucking nuts." "How long is it in real time?" I ask. "You're gone for about a week." "How many times have you done it?" He laughs. "More times than I care to count. Haven't done it in a while though. It gets somewhat old after a while. Plus, I thought I was losing my mind." "Psychological risks?" "Oh yeah. Plus, I was having trouble remembering what happened on Earth and what happened in the real world." "Damn? Adolph, the shaved-head monkey, laughs. "That's only because you took things too seriously. You started caring about the people on Earth. That was your first mistake." Jesus nudges me. "Adolph prides himself in being the mastermind behind numerous genocides on Earth." "You make it sound like I'm a bad person because I had a lot of fun." "You're a sick fuck, Adolph. Who finds killing millions of people to be fun?" Caesar slowly raises his hand, which sends him and Adolph into a fit of giggles. "You two miss the whole point of psychedelic substances," Jesus says. "Whatever," Adolph says. "You take things way too seriously. I just wanted to experience things that I could never or would in the real world." "Such as how you recently manipulated millions of people to attempt to exterminate millions of other people in economic-friendly death camps?" Adolph smiles. "I'm so flattered that you listen to my stories." "You're a sick fuck." "Oh give me a break, Jesus. It's not like those people were real or something." I interrupt the hostility. "But Jesus," I say, "what have you done while on Earth?" "I tried to save their world. To enlighten the masses so their future offspring can live better lives." Adolph starts gagging as if he's about to vomit. "Give me a break. What a waste of time. You tried so hard and did you change anything? Nope. All you did was help start wild factions where the dumbass Earthlings totally fucked up your message and purpose. They told wild stories of you having superpowers and added ridiculous superstitions. You failed every time! As Confucius, Jesus, and whoever the fuck." "Muhammad." "That's right. And your whole attempt to save the fake world just gave Earthlings more ways to rationalize senseless violence." "Shut up!" "What you gonna do, psychedelic boy?" "SHUT THE FUCK UP!" God shouts. Silence follows. Everyone is looking at the floor except God. "So how did you get a hold of Earth?" I ask God. "I mean, only the top scientists on the planet are capable of creating it." "My older brother got it a little over a year ago. Really shady situation involving extortion, theft, and my brother winding up dead." "Oh my Lourence. I'm so sorry, God." He shrugs. "It was his own damned fault. But there's no point in discussing it. He ended up getting it and as a result of his death, it came into my hands." I pause. "So I guess I'm wondering?can I try it?" God nods. "Yes, you may. But I hope you realize what you're getting into." "I do." I really don't but I want to find out. I want to experience something that most people will never know. I want to be special. God stands up, as does Jesus and I. "This way," he says and we follow him up a long staircase into a small attic. The small attic merely contains a projection screen and what appears to be a closet in the corner. "Well, it's pretty simple." God says. "You swallow a pill, go through that door, and wait until you're on Earth. And while you're on Earth, we will probably watch what goes on with this projection screen." I shake my head in disbelief. "This is unreal." "All drugs are unreal. That's why we do 'em." I laugh. He hands me a small light blue pill. I look at it for a moment before tossing it down my throat. "Try to do something useful, Moon," Jesus says. "Don't waste the experience on stupid bullshit." God then takes me by the wrist and leads me to the door. He opens it and I step inside. And soon, I'm drowning in the darkness. Here I go.
November 21st, 2003 "
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Re: A Meeting with god. [Re: indica]
#7316858 - 08/21/07 07:04 AM (16 years, 5 months ago) |
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It's more than just a drug. Soooo much more, it really is. I've got a thousands examples. A couple of times of had things from a trip that have come out of the trip (my mind) and made undeniable effect of the material world. Completely mind blowing and enough to make me just scream. Not only are you connected to something when you trip, it is connect to the world aswell.
I don't get paranoid even on big trips .... well once I got paranoid cause someone drove along the road near where I was (out in the bush), but only because it was my neighbor and I had no way of being able to communicate with him .. but he didn't see me and didn't stop.
Every trip is Magical, look carefully you will see it really is. I always make a fire too. Once I remember a piece of wood looked like a dragon, I knew that I had to burn that dragon before the trip would end.
Every trip seems to be setup just perfectly, like it was all meant to happen.
Another example, I'm sitting in the sun meditating on the fractal God, closed eyes watching the centre of the fractal visual and this voice says look over there, so I open my eyes look in front of me and see a mountain in the distance, at the bottom there is a small fire the smoke at the bottom is thick and it thins out as it rises towards the top. I say ... Am I the mountain ? The voice says you are the smoke, not the mountain. At the bottom the smoke is thick and as it rises it thins out. I understood it was like the emotional 'normal' ego part of me is the thick part at the bottom and as it goes up it thins out and becomes more pure.
I noticed the smoke wasn't rising straight up the mountain, but slightly to one side. I asked why that was, and the voice tells me because the wind is having an effect on the smoke. It looked unbalanced so I ask how can I stop it from going off to one side .... and the voice says ... Come when there is no wind.
They aren't called Magic mushroom for nothing.
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