R you sure its delusion? I believe in telepathy. I mean the last bit could be partly real? Maybe drugs like they unfilter, they both allow for delusions and super-truths, and supertruth and delusion mix, and they become a trip which is a bad trip often.
But telepathic fears seem really common. Maybe it is all delusional. I cant tell for sure. Who can?
I definitely believe in telepathy though. I dont think our thoughts are exactly leadlined.
Now elon musk is developing telepathic machines and apps, which work telepathically on the brain, so… the brain is telepathic, potentially. Otherwise Elon Musk couldnt make money off it.
2) On AM-2201: I was in Regina, visiting my mother in the hospital. I decided not to get a hotel and rather slept in my Durrango in a deserted parking lot. I smoked up. The trip became so intense, I starting thinking I wasn’t in my Durrango, but some kind of military vehicle, and I was actually in the middle of a war. I imagined that I only conjured up the idea in my mind that I was in Regina, and all this time my life was a series of fabricated memories that I invented for myself because my fragile mind couldn’t handle the reality of being in the military and at war. And just now I was snapping out of it. I was suddenly flooded with a sense of terror, a sense that death was immanent, that all those bombs and gun fire outside spelled my impending doom.
Later in that same trip I had this really weird experience where I was just hunched over in the fetal position, looking at some kind of shining light on the floor, and listening to myself breathe. I was breathing really slowly, and I could feel my heart beating. It was pounding at something like 1 beat every 10 seconds. ← That’s slow. It was a real contrast with the 2 beats a minute from a little earlier. And I remembered watching one of those late night shows (I think Conan) on which he had a Buddhist guest, someone who could slow his heart to about 1 beat per 10 minutes, and he would use the pulse coursing through his veins to drive a tiny chisel or hammer into a mold or some clay, essentially creating a tiny sculpture. It was just a very surreal state of mind to be in. Just staring at that light on the floor.
But this sounds like a very cozy trip. In the car, was it raining? I hope so that would be nice.
Yes we can slow down the heartbeat by breathing very slow. I can do kung fu quite well and we need to slow the heart in combat.
When I was in the deepest training I smoked a joint once with a dude and he said later that night that he hadn’t seen me breathe once.
it was because I was using taostic breath, like one breath a minute.
3) On pot: I had this really horrific vision about the core of the universe being sheer, utter pain and suffering, and that in the afterlife we were all going to become one with it. This vision included a depiction of the evolution of life being a kind of “escape” process for God to temporarily get away from himself, putting tiny pieces of himself into little organism so as to temporarily experience individuation from the rest of himself. It’s sort of the idea I was trying to get at here. ← That too I snapped out of and returned to thinking of the experience of existence (i.e. being God) as simply a great unknown.
Unfortunately that seems pretty real to me possibly, like The Real, from Lacan.
And also Schelling says this about primordial chaos of drives which ends its pain by becoming the universe.
4) On pot: I thought there were little invisible “gremlin”-like demon surrounding me. I had this imagine of them latching onto my head drilling into my skull with jack hammers, trying to get into my brain. I felt like they were trying to jump into my brain to take control of my body.
^ That’s all I can think of for now. They sound really silly writing them out in this thread, but at the time they were deadly real, and I was terrified.
Thanks gib. These were great stories.