Emo Philips, possibly
But they’re learning. They have schools.
Go away. When come back, be sober.
“Today, a young man on acid realized that all matter is merely energy condensed to a slow vibration, that we are all one consciousness experiencing itself subjectively. There is no such thing as death, life is only a dream, and we are the imagination of ourselves.
Here’s Tom with the weather.” -Bill Hicks
OK, that was a successful journey. Some things were clarified, and life was given some much-needed punctuation.
Thank you dopers, for being there for me!
ps: If we see the brain as transceiver, then we can imagine a TV aerial which we temporarily sabotage. We lose the picture, but we gain an awareness of the underlying cosmic rays.
pps: zoid, I loved your poetry!
What if we see the brain as a toaster instead? Or a microwave oven?
So… What were you on? What happened?
How about a self-toasting toaster?
…with religious piercings.
If the seat of our feelings and passions (often termed as the astral vehicle) is subdued - we are simply left with the ego and the physical/etheric vehicles.
This would be an awful thing to happen! We would be technically inhuman!
But for a short time, it can offer certain insights.
Religion has a bad name. Spirituality has been blackened by charlatans. So we tend to dismiss both as quackery. It’s important to dismiss or accept on our own terms. Science is the rightful methodology for enquiry into the physical world.
So the actual question is:
Is the physical world the only one?
Apparently not.
well talk about conservative - his dream boobs wear pasties.
Good post/user name combo in the OP.
No. There is The Wired.
So what was learned from all this?
We can only see what light reveals.
We cannot see light itself.
For those wondering why.
Its because the universe needs to know itself.
By reflecting upon us.
We contract to cosmic focal point.
And then expand to bring the fruits.
But we went too far in.
But thats ok.
Well not ok, we needed saving.
But that meant a bumper harvest.
Anyway, just a few thoughts a year on…
Drugs? It’s drugs, isn’t it?
You mean like a kind of anniversary?
Pretty much!