I have come across some interesting revelations that have stuck with me while on a psychedelic journey. The most relevant one in the non-psychedelic world is how everything is as it should be, and nature has just been running its course throught the billions of years. We are but a tiny speck in the history of everything, that is all life is. Everything we do, touch, feel and experience is the progession of billions of years of improvements, natural selection and life coping with it. Once on a particularly intense trip, I was sent to the time when life was first created (in my thoughts). The recreated image of the primordial pool where life first twitched, replicated once and has neverstopped since. That one little cell that learned the trick of self-replication is in a sence the father to all of us, and we are all a part of it. Anyone else ever come across this? Comments\flames\anything welcome.
^I think about that shit all the time, sober or not. I realize the importance off that cell- doing its thing millions of years ago, but what I try to get my head around is how conciousness began- how did that cell turn into life with conciousness and what was the first animal/thing to experience it.
i think consciousness developed slowly, not suddenly. there are different levels of consciousness. as life formed new channels of neuronal forms, consciousness became more and more expansive to the point that humans decree we have now.
Yeah, another interesting thing about that is that we are only a step in the expanding conciousness. IF (and thats a big if) we manage to develop new traits before we kill ourselves off, it would likely be completly new ways of thinking and brain functionality, because physical traits take so long to emerge. For example, if a child was born and before he\she became spatially aware he was hooked up to a computer, his needs(nurishment, etc) supplied via artificial means, the child would think in computer terms, and spatial awareness would never develop. What a trip.
Life is fucking crazy we live on a tiny ass spinning rock floating in space filled with coloreless oderless tastless liquid that can take the form of liquid solid or gas. . What the fuck is space anyway, its just space and its there. All we have to do is look up and we can see the light from stars billions of lightyears away that exploded years and years ago. How do you know were not just a tiny little cell in the body of a different human living in a different dimension?
space is empty no air or any matter what so ever....only forces like light and gravity and magnetizum...more or less a vaccum....but you knew that already =p
here are the absolute top mind expanding books: nClone by Dovin Melhee Diaspora by Greg Egan The Singularity by Ray Kurzweil Cats Cradle by Kurt Vonnegut what are yours?
The Dune series by Frank Herbert Godel Escher and Bach by Douglas Hofstadter (and also The Mind's I) Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance by Robert Pirsig The Little Prince by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
i tend to think that language is the art that hinders the blossoming of consciousness. at least the language we are speaking, within the times we live. the power of sound and resonance is void in the english language.
