The magic mushroom universe game

Maybe it's something to do with just how an individuals mind, is prepared to let go?


I did live in a New Age Community for a number of years,
Lots of chakra people into chakra energy,
Still didn't get it!


I don't understand the popping back in bit either?
If your minds filled the whole of the unending universe!!
Then it doesn't make sense, in my mind,
how you can just pop back in?
How you don't experience wave of time and waterfall of love?

Is it possible to explain?

Not taking anything away from your experience,
Just very curious how it works!
For you???



But the love, the love,

You felt that love!

That love!!!!!!!!

Such love!!!!!!!

Such sweet unadulterated love!!!!!!



Oh,
that's a point!
Thinking on the spot!
If it was "instant access", (suppose it is like a very big Bank, filled with endless love),
did you feel the layers of love to begin your "big event",
Dark love invading!!!!!?????
Even the slightest touch of?


The formless absolute purity in the central experience (of Nirvana),
for me was cognitized (sensed) in the process of rejoining,
I reformed after being the whole of the unending universe.(in a gradual process),
The same clockwork speed/timing that the universe runs by,
(The same steady pace of the sun reappearing),
Being inside nirvana, well there's no cognitising nirvana, (its empty of all inherent existence, even the self),
So how did you discriminate the infinite purity?
If your experience was instant going in,
And instant coming out?( like a pop),
Where did your mental recognition come from?
The void is void,
The voids even void of love, (its that pure in its love),
Only the instant of coming out does the fullness/pureness of its love reveal itself,
In a way that we would recognise as "sensing it,"


Quote, " but how can I know I wasn't just experiencing my OWN BRAIN?"

I'm wondering was your big event a kind of satori.
Kind of saw a flash of hidden love, "what's inside"!?!?


Did you get a really sudden flash of what could be called the "great mind", (when you experience the one mind of the universe),
the "great mind" of the re-entry phase of the experience of Nirvana?
When you popped back in?


Holy fuck!!!!!
I don't ask you to explain much!
It's like the grand inquisition!

Maybe you've explained already!
By saying you weren't sure?



Thanks,
Sorry for being a question,

Hugs

Lottie

 

Whatever your answers!


Its been really heartwarming to hear another story/angle/take of the infinite empty centre.


I've enjoyed listening/contemplating a different entry method,



Any one else that cares to share their tales of the void,
Please feel free.

also interested in you non boy/girls,(trans)!

How you get past the female layer of creation without accepting you are that layer?


Without looking at it as a completely "mind only" game?


To my mind that completely ignores the sexual element of the universe,
Which then wouldn't be a complete acceptance of the whole truth?




Lottie

 

So many questions but how can I even talk about Brahman without my words becoming false ?

When I say "void"... I mean the void of infinity, of Shakti, void of Love... but not devoid of love, not devoid of the Goddess, not devoid of infinity... but yet, devoid of everything > the void of everything!!

They say this world is unborn inside the Mind of Buddha. Yes I agree with that. Also, all phenomena exists in a state of Nirvana. Yes I agree with that also.

bodhi & brahma... that's all I know.

 

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bodhi
Bodhi (Sanskrit: बोधि; and Pali) in Buddhism is the understanding possessed by a Buddha regarding the nature of things. It is traditionally translated into English with the word enlightenment and literally means awakened. Bodhi is knowledge of the causal mechanism by which beings incarnate into material form and experience suffering. Although its most common usage is in the context of Buddhism, bodhi is also present as a concept in other Indian philosophies and traditions.

There was no invading. As Love is the primal source of everything, and everything is love, then there is no invading that can happen. For me; the dirt got cleared away to reveal the diamond.

It "felt" more like my head cracked open and I flew into space. I thought I was dead and accepted the death of myself. I had to, there was no where to hide or anyway to lie, so like that, I was bare and got de-constructed until I merged with the big-i.

Like a storm brews, My life had gotten imbalanced.

Lightning strikes in two phases,..
(1) there are "feeler" branches that seek earth.
(2) when a "feeler" connects to earth; lightning happens..

So, The storm had brewed (all my life) and, one night, I put out "feelers".
Then "in reply", the universe corrected the imbalance and "lightning" struck.
When the lightning struck, that was like chakra energy, or like I said "my head cracked open". That was how the "connection" happened.

When I was connected, it was obvious that "i" was nothing. so "i" "died" until there was only radiant infinity. I'm calling that "Nirvana". YMMV.

After some time, I don't know how long, i&i (as the rasta say) do the bodhi thing and manifest back into normal, divided, reality.

You see this pic ? (I'm hot-linking)... Like that but I wasn't mediating.

 

Dear Lightning surgeon,


All I can say seems so insignificant to your event,

Seems pointless saying,


Yeh,
It's peculiar that we don't actually know how long we're inside,
It's a lovely little thing,
Did my body keep breathing while I was in?
Was it just Nirvana for one very long breath? (I don't think so),
Time has no reality inside!
Its eternal, so it felt eternal!
Peculiar, innit!
Peculiar in a good way.
Feels or felt that you were inside forever,
That you'd always been inside,
Shame to come out,
But that's the cycle for you!
That's life,
Find it again and go in again!

Don't suppose there's a limit to the amount of times you could go in,

Suppose its so powerful you wouldn't want to do it more than a couple of times in your life,


Be nice to go back in!
I always wanted to go on and gain enlightenment without M.M,
Am starting to think life's too short,
Might try again some day soon.

"My head cracked open, and flew into space",

"Hot linking",

Lightning analogy

really powerful descriptions Hun,
Intense,
I love the sense of real power,

Wish I could use the hot linking method,
Wish I could do it like that!

Only know my mushroom method,
What I see as the game underneath,


So yeh insignificant response from me,
From the heart non the less!




Was gonna ask One question?

Were you feeling really fem before you went in?
Was it dominating you?
Did you submit to its lightness, in your lightning strike?
Did the goddess help you in, in any way?
(Is that four questions, or one combined)?
Is that now five?
Is?
But I somehow feel that's personal to you!
And should remain as such,
Enough analysing,
It's a thing of beauty not a science,


Gonna go for a long walk in the garden now Hun,

Big hugs my sister of loves light darkness,
Loves dark light,

The Lotster

 

Hey,

In answer to your question(s)...

It wasn't about sex of gender. I suppose you could make connections if you wanted?

I have to say at this point that I never met anyone who had the same experience as me. I know others have had the same experience... I've read ancient texts describing it so. It's weird, I can read those texts (800-2000yrs old) and say "yes, that's the same thing". Then I read some commentary (modern age) and they try to twist it. There's a problem; some people without experience feel qualified to become authorities! I don't want to name names but I emailed one person and they wanted to sell me some "shakti" transmission!

I don't really understand how someone can say "I was walking in a field, then someone changed, and I knew what Wuji / The Great Perfection / Shakti / Buddha" (etc etc) means".

The question I would ask them is: "Did your crown Chakra open?".

Another thing that's important for me is this: before I had that experience, I was confused about who I was, I was gender confused. However; afterwards, I wasn't confused because I knew exactly who I was/am.

 

This is my poem.
Set as a kind of trip report!
All about how I opened my mind and gained enlightenment using Magic Mushrooms.




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A night time walk, in the winding path, in the garden.

It starts the way always starts
It works the way it always works
It ends in the way it always ends
It never starts
It never finishes
It always is


The earth gave me a gift,
To help me in,
An organic key,
I vowed not to take,
For the places it took before,
But I didn't care,
I picked that magic fruit one summers day,
I ate what was already a part of me,
Communing, partaking,
It sank me in its time,
In the early evening sun, in a flat above a shop,
Deep "house" base, trance inducing, rhythmic sounds,
Vibrating to my core, echoing in my depths,
Transport me back,
I opened the door,
I returned to where I'd been before,
To the world that's always there,
Hiding, waiting,
In that crowning moment of realisation,
Of lotus petal, black pupil insight spirit mind,
I plunged inside this now familiar place,
Spiralling into its vortex,
A circled intertwined maze of rooms, connected by long corridors of lives,
Eternally, plunging, sucking, whirling, twisting,
down the vortex, thats the plug hole of life,
Back to its depths
As if repeating its lives,
Repeating its eternal creation.
Doors, doors, doors,
Rooms and doors,
Always rooms and mirrors and doors,
Doors to rooms opening throughout the entirety of the universe,
Rooms of all imagined love and horror,
People moving,
coming in and out,
Creaking, slamming, shutting,
Rooms filled with music, laughter and tears,
Pain, and hurt,
Hatred and fear,
Happiness and smiles,
Tender thoughts of love and kindness,
Suffering, hardship, gluttony and greed,
Rank suicidal puke,
Bile putridness of mangled thought,
Back to its spit and its wank
It's rape and murder and torture,
It's shit and it's fuck,
The battle of evil and light
In this outer layered skin of corridor time,
Ignorance of what is!
Evolutions height of the burning house,
Earth at this level now till we crumble and burn,
Of bliss of ignorance of what is!
I always live in this burning room,
In this burning house,
I leave this labyrinthine repeating maze,
It scares the fuck,
To go through time,
To tap the female fountains well,
To see its infinitely empty centre,
To be its love filled cavernous never ending heart,
To wonder its familiar eternal city paths and streets,
I Follow the road,
The ever disappearing winding road,
The hidden reappearing path,
It cuts through moulded fluid,
Of timeless love,
Of dream like endless time,
Always walking down that road,
Its high banked edge,
The sudden sounds,
That make me twitch and turn,
Is someone there?
The angry barking dog,
The darting cat,
Chattering voices in distant streets,
Conflate my fear,
Tap, tap, rap,
my steps do rap and tap and echo and rap,
The running water past my feet,
Flows back into its bottomless unseen heart,
Through porous empty wells and cracks in time loves depths,
Deep, seep, trickle, trickle, drip, drip,
Waters liquid state, permeates, replicates time loves liquid flow,
loves seeping trickle through my skin, through my pours, through my being,
Becoming one,
Earth's solid mass and warping times mixture of love,
All in seeming rain soaked,
Love soaked, yellow street lighted, Tarmac blackness.
All, all Babbles and fizzes in my ear,
Tap, tap, creek,
Paranoia's mystic world,
Imagined eyes of mystic creatures staring from the bush,
Greek gods, looking down, laughing, talking of me,
BOOM a large BOOMING GOD like voice,
booms an imagined eternal name, inside my head,
imagined I'd always known that name,
Calling to an eternal soul like substance, that wanders the universe through corridors of perpetual being,
Imagining it lives all putrid vile disgusting lives,
But I don't believe that voice,
But for my own imagination.
Corridors appearing in times deep dark purple hue,
Reduction of mind to what was new,
Squelching fart like sounds surrounding,
Piddle, piddle,
Baby nappy piddle,
Scaredy, scaredy, scaredy cat,
Baby forms around this mind,
Childlike mind of mother clinging,
Children's playtime games expanded,
All's a game inside this mind,
Every path a different life,
Walking in this timeless place,
Walking in this phallic garden,
Come and lick me nectar upright cocks in flowers,
Delicate, tender, outer petal colour female beauty,
A nudge, nudge wink to remembrances of something I should know,
A rude come on, to the girl inside,
Tactile memories of that small boy,
finding feminine spiritual ecstasy,
finding his girl horn,
Showered in bright spiritual shinning clearness,
That young boy who unwittingly found his way in,
Images now, confound the girl inside,
Loosens this males hard outer defences,
Female intensity starts to build,
The goddess seeps through me,
With lightness in my being,
She returns to me,
My familiar self, my inner self, returns to me,
With tenderness in my being,
All familiar, yet somehow not,
Walking down that road,
This everlasting road,
Wind rustles branches through the trees,
Leaves whisper in my ear,
Summer breeze caress my hair,
Softly flowing,
swishing side to side,
Flicking gently on my cheek,
Inflating, conflating, elating the girl inside,
Sudden light rain showered confetti made from love,
Melts warm droplets honeyed nectar on my skin,
The girl inside blushes,
Trembles at the knee,
With sudden longings, pangs of lust,
She farts with fear!!!
More recognition here,
Reinforces repetition of the game,
Reinforces circled story,
Reinforces Girly game,
Girly eyes and Girly heart,
Girl in every single part,
Every tap and every squeak,
A gentle bum pinch on my cheek,
Bashful, timid, meek and mild,
That sinking feeling deep inside,
Cold sweat panic,
At this time,
Here forever,
All the time,
"Not this again".
Something buried deep inside,
knows this "Universe", of circled maze of Universal mind,
Knows this place and all its games,
Knows this game of boy to girl,
This game of the feminine layer of seeping,
Connecting, communing with this inner female layer of time,
Empathic with this layer of being,
The female force in everything,
seeping, seeping through my being,
Dominating,
Overwhelming,
As tender petals on a flower,
Loves response to open heart,
Softness in my skin of petals start to open,
A many layered flower circled loop of mind,
Of being part of loop of time,
I am this layer of female loop,
Lost girl caught in place and time,
Always here in spot and space,
Always female breaking through,
Arriving at this female heart,
So here again,
In de ja vous transvestite loop,
Round and round it all goes round,
Boy in denial,
Girl inside,
Shinning, seeping, radiating gentle,
Compliant in this game of love,
Wilful in its radiant centre,
Joyful in my female nature.

Bright Light reflects inside my mind,
These houses I pass by,
have always stood upon this spot,
For endless time,
Curtained lights in silhouettes,
their music and their life,
On my way,
To where I go,
Which way now?
Slowly up the deep dark hill,
Don't look back,
Watch the front and watch the sides,
Don't look back,
Be brave,
go up the hill,
The ancient hill,
The steep time warping hill,
On past baa's of flocks of taunting night time sheep,
Don't listen to those sounds,
Movement through deep times core,
Times patchwork quilted backdrop popping,
Its Framework seeping,
Deep black empty timeless love, bursting, breaking,
through the ether,
"No time" leaking,
porous pin pricked edging breaking,
Walking in hollow hills empty self Time path,
I am the path,
I am the hill,
I still timeless hill,
I noises of the game,
Walking on and in and through this no time hill,
Squelch, squidle, piddle,
All sign posts of remembrance within,
Every tap,
Every trickle,
Every tweet,
Every baa,
Every snap,
Every click,
All things part of my centre,
All things within me,
All being part of this whole,
All repetition,
All a reminder of being "it" in its oneness,
Of being this game,
Of being this loop,
Of continuous walking around in this loop,
Of all things infinitely expanded,
Through its corridors and halls.
Opening its doors,
Repetition, repetition, repetition,
Repetition awareness,
A tap on the shoulder,
A subtle reminder,
Continuous existence in times eternal remembrance game,
No things are separate,
I am everything,
I lead every life in this game,
My head hangs in shame,
for the things that I do,
In continuous game,
Of repulsion of horrible things,
For a good being to accept,
Of leading all lives,
Is a terrible thing,
But love is my core,
The girl is my core,
Love is my heart,
Keep moving,
Keep climbing,
Ignore the sounds and images within this path of eternal mind,
Of all things infinite in replication,
Of all time loops replication,
Black encompassing hollow bodied go I,
No name mined,
No "dimension"Ancient minded, creeping, spreading,
Night times "no time" face appearing,
Night times shadow "no times" blanket covers,
Empty "No time" mind surrounding,
"No time being" revelation,
Panic comes to gentle peace,
My path levels,

slowly,
peaceful,
Light in gentle steps I go,
Clearness in my thinking now,
Heavens stars now light the sky,
I reach the summit of this hill,
In open stillness diamond mind,
Time almost standing still,
Open mind cathedral mind,
Still clear light in perfect vision,
That shows supreme reflective light,
Reflective light of mirror mind,
This gaping panorama fills the enormous mirror in my mind,
Stretches out now,
The heavens and the earth,
The rolling Goddess breast like hills,
Illuminated by soft star moonlight,
The sparkling sequinned dress of night times wearing,
The still timeless light,
Of timeless mind,
Of this timeless eternal place,
This place of figured out remembrance of the secret, hidden, game,
Of all as mind,
"Eternal mind".
Upon this summit,

Pause in open thought!
to remember what I forgot?
Oh what have I forgot,
I do know something of this place,
Or, there's something here to figure out!
I know there's something here!
I'm sure,
What do I have to do?
Watch in stillness now,
Calm and tranquil now,
Peaceful hearted now,
My female heart devours me now,
My female temple, bursts, explodes inside,
Absolute complete submission,
without condition now,
In Overwhelming tenderness now,
In Indescribable lightness now,
In Unadulterated femininity now,
Submissive and compliant in,
My tender gentle female heart,
My all compassionate female heart,
Radiant, glowing, heart pounding,
I rapture in my lovelorn female state,
Love skipping,
Love seeking,
Love hunting,
half knowing,
Rampant, free flowing spiritual desire,
Unseen clear sap pours in me,
Ecstatic in my natural state,
In this ancient hall of mirror mind,
onwards,
towards the hidden track,
Walking with my goddess feet,
And goddess heart,
And goddess mind,
Over stile,
Through the eternal paths enclosed thicket of velvet touch,
Shinning mirror memories in minds eye,
The games mirrored roos of self attraction,
Creation come full circle,
Culmination of creations loop,
Realisation of time and place,
One universe at the zenith if its creation state,
Destructive suicides path to peace,
Completion of times eternal circle,
Bridal clarity awareness state of mind.
Love's nighttime chiffon dress, disguised in pureness delicately surrounding,
permeates my skin,
Melts my being,
Takes me closer to its heart,
Loves mood engulfs my female state,
Conquers any doubt,
Along this mountain path I always walk,
Goddess desire for loves eternal longing,
Through open field,
Boots off, socks off,
Connecting,
squelching, mud pushed through gleeful open toes,
sluruping and squelching,
There to sit atop a mound,
Where I will join my Female spirit,
Born of knowing this secret female layer of time,
In twilight hour of clear and open mind,
Upon this starry night,

Sitting now in joyful expectation,
of unknown pleasures yet to come,
But what to do?
I WAIT!
but nothing happens!
Confused, bewildered,
Why does nothing happen?
I'm sure I know it should!
I wait in simple contemplation,
I watch the image in my mind,
I clear the image in my mind.
Simple in my being,
Stillness in my natural state,
Clearness in its radiance,
Unblemished in it's natural state,
The mirror stands alone,
With no help from me,
I start to become it,
Light and dark combining,
It starts to come,
It comes from beneath,
Gently, the black love rises,
Purity in empty essence,
Purity of nothingness,
My being embraces it as one,
Slowly it creeps and binds,
Slowly I release myself,
I release my being to it,
I release it by not releasing,
I release it by " just being",
Just watching,
Up my legs it invades,
And takes,
And becomes,
In a melting of pure love with pure love,
Legs binding with loves embrace,
Ravished in pure loves twisting vines,
Legs disappeared in pure black empty essence,
That love that hides in everything,
Pure and cavernous below, behind, inside,
Extent forever without being there,
My legs disappeared in an ocean of empty pureness,
A hole down below, without end, or bottom or sides,
No legs,
Gone,
A Never ending, love filled empty ocean purity, infinite and eternal.
I send it back,
I Smile the biggest smile,
What will happen if I go in?
Is that it?
Is that the end?
I don't care!
There's no way back,
I give myself to this unknown,
I nature it's female force,
The earth's spirit goddess flows in me.
Find that still non thinking mind,
It rises,
To couple again,
Joining,
Becoming,
Returning,
Emptying
Releasing,
Mixing, Melting, pooling, melding,
Pure love emptiness to pure love emptiness,
Blissfully,
Sexually triumphant,
Sexually pure,
Sexual union with purity,
Up my body this love rises,
Unimaginable ecstasy Devine,
as our pure love nothingness combines,
Loves Eclipsing shadow of pure black love invades my being,
Up my neck,
Encompassing my head,
I gleefully let it fill my mind,


I don't think I expected to come out the other side,
(But slowly emerging from that place,
That's not a place),
Out of the depths of nothingness,
Out of the depths of that unending purity,
Out of that ocean of absolute pure love,
Something emerged,
Something that formed out of the eternal infinity of unending empty pure love,
A pair of eyes,
A pair of eyes in a mind,
An ancient mind that filled the whole of the unendingness of Nirvana,
And the stillness turned to movement,
A pixilating, waterfall of bright clear pure love,
Flowing through and throughout of, all that enormous unending void,
That whole unending empty nothingness,
So pure in its purity, it defies all explanation, understanding and logic,
Defies pure love itself,
Goes beyond, the beyond of beyond,
In a wave of time that fills and flows right from nirvana's heart,
Sweeping its infinite mass for eternity,
I slowly started to form,
I wave of time,
I waterfall of love,
I formed and flowed as a part of it,
And my eyes and mind filled the entirety of the waterfall,
And my eyes and mind filled the entirety the wave of time,
And slowly,
My mind coalesced my body,
And they were made of love,
Pure, clear, bright, radiant, eternal love,
Unending,
And I watched it all,
And I was it,
Then I watched the earth with pure eyes,
Bright in its purity,
Blinding in it magnificence,
Unadulterated, unblemished, clear and translucent,
And my mind was this Pureness,
And I smiled a half smile,
From the corner of my mouth,
For what I'd seen,
Knowing I'm a newly created unending part of this life for eternity,
Then I got up,
like an ancient old man,
And I walked,
Cause I know that's what I always do,
And I walk in this garden,
With the flowers and the trees,
And a sun,
And the birds and bees,
and its been that way for ever,
and a day,
And a day and night that lasts forever


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For the 96




The Burning House

We exist as the universe, leading all lives in never ending perpetuity,
In and out of magic mushroom corridor time we go.
Transcending into timeless time,
Into the repetition realm we always arrive,
Always arriving within the loop of corridor time,
Always walking it's halls,
Looking at its walls,
Hearing it's sounds,
Living it's game,
No escape from this game,
Always here playing this game,
Always arriving at this secret layer of time
Always to figure out the secret hidden reality here,
Where all universal replication meets,
Where all universal lives are multiplied by infinity,
Where living each life for infinity is felt,
We lead all these lives,
Always a new being going through this repetition of lives,
Always arriving in loop corridor time
Always following the path,
Appearing again,
Always to realise being this path, of being this loop, of being this maze,
Always arriving at the same events in the loop,
As all events multiply by infinity,
As the faceless face your living it once more,
Of clockwork percentage precision,
Puking and shiting in realisation of leading all lives,
Of the terrible horrors,
that occur in this never ending maze of universe game of life time,
Of living and dying each time
In new form and body,
(as if a new raindrop),
As the universe, as continually created new beings,
Of you being the universe, of realising you are all these lives,
You realising you've always been this eternal time,
of being all universal lives,
In the never ending moment of realisation of eternal universe Game,
Where eternal lives are repeating away,
Where living each life as the universe, for eternal infinity begins to be realised,
Of realising the seemingly infinite possibilities that can occur
Of multiplying the possibilities of all the universals that can occur, in eternal loop,
Of the pain that occurs,
Of living this pain, for eternal time,
Of doing and living all the vile repulsive things,
Is realisation of loop,
Of being perpetual loop,
Of being the eternal walker,
Continually walking the corridors of the universe,
In the infinite game,
It's repetition of themes,
Playing each other's lives,
As the universe being each life you see,
Father, mother, husband, wife, son, daughter,
Repeating away, repeating away,
Howling wind through the roof,
A knock at the door, the chimes of the bell, a ring of the phone,
Your fathers dead,
"knocking within",
The patterns repeat,
All born to die,
For infinitesimal time,
It's always existed like this,
It's what always is,
Always in fear, of being this corridor, of being this loop,
We are the universe repeating its lives,
We are the Buddha, we are this loop,
Always a being entering "magic mushroom corridor time",
The song is the same,
The beat is the same,
In repetitive game,
In corridor time,
On new worlds again,
repeating away,
I am the evil, in ignorance of game,
The monstrous evil incarnate in man,
I am the innocent orphan, the child, raped and abused,
Repeating away,
I am the rapist, locked up in a cell, caught up in the game,
Repeating away,
I murder men, women and children, in genocidal frenzy,
Repeating away,
I am the woman, dying in childbirth, haemorrhaging in blood,
Always the whore selling her body just to survive,
I am the wife, beaten, smacked, broken boned killed,
Repeating away,
I push the button in nuclear war,
In megalomaniac madness,
Grasping at riches,
Wanting in greed,
Repeating away,
I follow beliefs, I murder in their name,
I fly planes into buildings, chop off people's heads,
I stone them to death,
Burning with hate,
Burning with anger,
I kill in defence,
I torture and abuse,
I'm perpetrator and victim,
Repeating away,
Infinitely repeating,
In infinite corridor time,
I am the ordinary man with love in his heart,
sent to fight in a war,
I am the soldier lying dead in the mud,
The warrior with an axe in my head,
I'm carried along the stream of evolutions games, playing away,
I die in pain from my cancer, from plague and disease,
In agony and fear,
I preach love and forgiveness, I die on the cross, I'm burnt at the stake, they pluck out my eyes,
I'm hung drawn and quartered, impaled on a stake, they set lions on me,
I'm sacrificed in pagan belief,
Repeating away,
Lungs filled with water, sinking and drowning,
Repeating away,
I steal from your house, I rob in the street,
I'm the gutter trash with no sense of moral,
I'm a drug addled addict with needle in arm, dead in a basement,
I'm the ordinary man, leading an ordinary life,
Always a king, always a queen, always the rich creaming the wealth, exploiting the poor,
The baker, the butcher, the candlestick maker,
The sportsman, the fan,
All types of everything, repeatedly lived,
In ignorance of game,
Repeating away,
Repeated in game,
I'm the farmed animal, bred for my meat, hung up from a chain, bled from my vain,
The patterns repeat,
My mind is the Buddha's,
My universe Mind,
With one pair of eyes,
Living these lives,
My universe eyes,
The same pair as yours,
Repeating away,
When realised in loop,
When this game is known,
compassion is born,
When these truths are known,
True heart is revealed,
Cause we are all these lives,
The golden rule then applies,
To end as much pain,
On each new world again,
In hope of percentage,
Percentage of Goodness in tipping the scale,
To make each new world as good as we can,
be good in your heart,
there's no suicide here,
No escape here,
All is self here,
To be lovingly simple,
To tip the scales of love upon a new planet,
Of only trying to limit the pain on new worlds,
Of trying to end as much hate, as much greed and despair as we possibly can,
To hope peace always grows,
New faces, same scenarios, repeating away,
In burning loop, of regenerated life, in burning universe, on burning worlds, of burning mind, in burning house, burning away
Unknowingly re-living every scenario that's ever existed for eternity,
I know that I'm you,
Fooled by illusion of form,
Fooled by the illusion of the temporary self,
Fooled like a fool,
Repeating away,
Repeating its joke,
Oh not this again,
A transvestite again,
Oh why this again, the
The compulsion of female dominance again,
Drippy tap of my sink,
The Sun in the sky,
The birds in the trees,
Tweeting away,


I'm a magic mushroom enlightened transvestite Buddha, repeating away,
Returning to magic mushroom corridor vision,
It's what always happens,
I know its the scenario that repeats for continual time,
I play this life for continual time,
It's the pattern that repeats,
The same story repeats,
All actions and deeds repeating away,
It's what always happens for new beings for continuous time,
every scenario mutates with different variables in a person and circumstances and events within the universe's eternal game,
that multiply by infinity, and always repeat as a repetition in their own right, as a scenario.
All with free will,
And who knows which permeations will occur,
And at what time and which order events will take,
But it's always the same,
I know I'm everything, and every players story in this existence we call life,
I know as the universal whole, I play all these parts for infinite time,
The scenarios always repeat in never ending repetition,
Always new, always the same,
I play all scenarios,
I know this because I gained enlightenment,
I know this because the revelation of enlightenment means you're the universe,
Always being a new being,
I'm the Universe,
Always gaining enlightenment to realise this truth,
Revealed with the aid of magic mushrooms,
In the heart of the trip,
Always playing the game,
In continual cycle,
For infinite time,
Always arriving at its corridor revelation,
Always realising this eternal game,
To experience it's repetition,
In which ever scenario's are repeating away,
Always realising,
Your the Universe, perpetually being a being,
perpetually existing at this stage/level,
walking through time for eternity.
It becomes a game of realising where you are,
It becomes the eternal moment of realising your in the same place you've always been.
There is no other place to be,
We always arrive at this moment,
We're always in the same place,
We are the game, as if new every time,
There is nowhere else you could possibly be,
we've always been here,
going through the cycles of life for eternity.
Your always the universe, being a being,
Entering this high state of spiritual consciousness,
In a magic mushroom universe trip,
and realising,
Your here at this point in time again,
The magic mushroom trip never ends,
You are eternally the universe,
As a being,
Inside the trip,
Experiencing the loop,
Every time you take magic mushrooms and achieve the "mind only" state of mind,
Your entering the eternal game layer of time,
The layer of time before enlightenment,
eternally coming through the layer of time, (from perceived world level),
To be the universe,
As a being, inside a trip
In the "eternal time" of realisation that your in the same place for eternity,
I am, the faceless face eternally walking the lives of the universe,
We are, the eternal walker,
Eternally walking a path through time,
The face that's always behind the temporary face in the mirror,
The faceless face of the universe always existing in new bodies,
These lives are you,
Happening to you,
Occurring to you,
Occurring to me,
To the faceless face that eternally walks these walks,
That lives these infinite lives,
The faceless face that walks this universe for infinity,
Whatever life that you see,
Your living that life,
That life is yours,
That life is you,
As you, as the universe, living these lives,
All life as self,
Your universe self,
In continuous life, of continuous game,
All lives are lived by you as the universe,
For continuous time,
The cycles repeat,
The stories repeat, it's new every time,
New every time, in percentage condition,
Condition of choices that we make in the game,
That we make on new worlds,
Always becoming,
Always here once again,
I am the game,
Repeating away,
Eternally being born,
Eternally living all lives,
Eternally dying,
Being born once again,
You are the Buddha,
You are life's game,
Repeating away

 

Well it sounds like most your ideas truely reflect the Mushroom experience. The what is time/no time phenomena, your concepts of heaven, are similar experiences me and others have had. Strange way of posting it. Great report!!