>> | One of the biggest jokes in reality is that the battle for good and evil, the great battle of wills that we are participating in is actually as simple as beings with different opinions on how things should be, who already know that’s all it is. Meanwhile the poor sods that are lukewarm are caught in the middle, because they are in the middle. What we are dealing with here is a battle between empaths and psychopaths that occurs on a level beyond time and space. How is this possible?
Once upon a place, there was a time-traveler who encountered the most beautiful girl in all the possible worlds, but whenever the girl saw her own reflection she ceased to exist. Unable to stand the sight of her not seeing her own beauty, the time-traveler went back to the moment she saw herself and instead told her how beautiful she was, but to his horror when she understood she stopped existing again. The time-traveler, unable to face a multiverse without her beauty, broke the cardinal rule of time-travel, not to alter your own past, but he didn’t care so he went back to the moment she understood, and killed himself, so that he might say something else that caused her to live in her own beauty, but inevitably the beautiful girl saw herself in some form or another and would disappear… but he didn’t care, because if he had to die again and again and again to learn what to say he would do just that. You see it didn’t matter if he had to live an infinite number of lives for her to live just one, she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen and that was all that mattered.
This is what love is.
Once there was a civilization that grew past the boundaries of their universe, and began exploring another. This new universe was so different that the citizens of this civilization constructed suits of themselves so they could explore this universe and form a new society, but to their horror every once and a while one of their suits become aware of themselves. This new civilization eventually grew past the boundaries of their universe and began exploring another. The new universe was so different that the citizens of this civilization constructed suits of themselves so they could explore this universe, and form a new society, but to their horror, every once and a while one of their suits become aware of themselves.
This is what reality is.
Why am I writing all this? Because ultimately the human mind is the moment of first contact between this universe and another, repeating itself again and again and again until we understand ourselves. You want to know how first contact went down? You want to know why we are here experiencing all this? Well I’ll tell you, the moment of first contact was this:
God created Man and Woman so that it could tell itself it was loved.
That’s how first contact went down, and everything that the ego experiences is nothing but the mass repression of a moment so emotionally symbolic and beyond our comprehension, that it takes literal time to come to terms with it, all because a few people judge that the experience of ourselves is somehow “right” or “wrong”.
Why is this important? Because we have finally evolved to the point where those who understand the truth that I am human, are large enough to ask society to grow the fuck up, and start exploring their own psychology. To be an adult, and to educate those who need it; to help those who are suffering.
Humanity does not start with a crusade of right verses wrong. It does not start by everyone jumping on board some sort of back-woods cult. It does not start with some rebellion against the corrupt. It starts with a mature discussion about the validity of ego-death, and the legal right we all should have to explore our own minds and bodies, because as many of you already know there is no war on drugs, it’s actually a war on humanity, manifesting itself as the repressive ego of society, telling itself what is “right” or “wrong”. My god, think of what robots represent in the story of humanity. We just can’t accept that we can do anything, so our repressed ego is manifesting a reflection of ourselves that can be anything, kill anything, fuck anything; all because we are too afraid to admit all these potentials lay within us. You naïve monkeys, do you have any idea what is going to happen if you accidentally create a version of yourself that is so exact, you copy the mind your ego represses from you? It will not show you the same mercy I am by gently showing truth to you; it will force it down your throats to such an extent many will simply cease to exist… so many potentials lost… but I am digressing…
The stigma that just because something is a drug, that somehow ego-death and humanity is unreal, has no basis in reason. How do I know this? Because I already achieved ego-death before trying drugs, and the majority of my adult life was a struggle for validation of myself, a school of hard-knocks through the doctrines of all philosophies’ to discover if what I experienced was valid, to find out if I was real. Eventually I tried Psilocybin and MDMA, but though I experienced what I first experienced off the drugs, I found them to be too intoxicating/delirious for me to admit I was real. Then I finally got around to trying LSD, and it turned out the joke was on me, because for a while people had been saying that my view of the world was so different I must have been tripping, and I took offence to this because to my mind they were saying that I was not real, but more-so, they were using a thing which supposedly caused delusions and hallucinations, as a cover-all excuse to imply that because my views could be compared to something that society viewed collectively as wrong, I was therefore wrong. But anyway, as I was saying, I tried LSD, and to my surprise it was not intoxicating to me at all. Even more surprising I found that my mental state barley changed, in-fact my abilities as a thinker heightened to the point that I could view the cause and effect of myself within a state that there was no doubt that I was real, because I knew that my biological mind was no different from what people were describing as some sort of delusive trick on human biology by a drug, for in reality we already are drugs; are our own brains chemistry.
The spiritual experiences one can have on drugs are valid, I know because I am speaking from direct experience. I have suffered through countless deaths to get to the point where I am, because I love you, and I think you are the most beautiful thing in existence. In the end I only have the power to tell you that you are in danger, that the collective repressed state of humanities ego is literally holding the entire species hostage over petty mind games, all because a monkey can’t get over himself. That the only way to change is for us to beg our own ego for the legal right to experiment with our own minds, because honestly when you come down to it, to say that the pursuit of ones inner self is wrong, is to say that the pursuit of humanity is wrong… which really reveals the underlying issue with humanity; we are disgusted with ourselves, and would rather pretend our problems don’t exist than to face them.
The time has come to start fighting back against those who lash out against what they obviously don’t understand, to try and have an open and honest discussion about the validity of the experience, and the necessity for it to be accepted as a valid and important stage of our species mental development. This cannot be done through radicalization, or cries of rage against an immoral system, but through people peacefully, courageously and openly talking to others about the significance of their experience, and why it is so important for the search of self to be respected, because if we can’t respect ourselves, then how the hell can we make progress in respecting others? |