"Brah"

How so?

 

My son cried out to me that there were monsters in his room and needed love, you ended the joke battle and my desire to continue attacking your perceptions screeched to a halt, my girlfriend ate the cookies I baked her, my heart slowed down, my circulation went back to normal, the television had a commercial with Bach playing over it, and my personality was forced to scatter.
Pretty amazing, though in my case (as a hard head) it was through psychedelics that my awareness was given the amplification needed to be aware of these heart beats, the double edged sword both subjects in that sentece are.

 

Because it's awesome?

I tend to have that effect on threads.

 

Any thread simply titled Brah is destined for legendary status :tongue:
Very few brave men have dare attempted the ultimate journey into the deepest levels of absurdity

 

Wow, the epitome of synchronicity. You must be doing something right.

I can relate with the heart sensations you describe, though I'm not sure whether or not it was the psychedelics that heightened my awareness. They do have a "beating" (as in forceful) quality to them, don't they?

In all honesty though and all grandiosity aside, sometimes the magnitude of my influence on a psychic level is a little unnerving.

Travis

 

No way.
I had to cultivate this baby into something special. :cheers2:
Lotta hard work, that.

 

Yes absolutley, my pulse was booming and I appeared to even have minor vasocontriction (I smoke way too much), and suddenly as this shift in not only my position in reality but reality itself (however fractional as an extremley tiny parcel) seemed to just morph into a higher state.
At first, I got the sensation of love, but then love broke down into emotional bonds projected from me and toward me on a mental level, then (as dreams go, in seconds but felt much longer) I toyed with the thought of God loving me, dismissed quickly for the thought that I am blessed to even have a chance to exist, a paradoxical vision of reality being created and just as easily could-not-have-been danced forth overwhelmingly, and I stepped into the bathroom to take leak and feeling of immense euphoria struck me.
It's funny, how I loathe debating semantics yet do it all the time, and the word synchronicity has always hit a bad nerve in me. Yet, what other word can so accuaratley describe what has been happening to me repeatedly since I recieved my deeksha in 2006?
It's like my brain slowly blossomed but right when it was about to reach fruition, a nuclear bomb hit me and I was ripped into captured pieces in time and space. Deja vu, hypnagogic hallucinations, seizures, synched reality, bursts of realization, etc etc they all followed the deeksha, which followed the meditation sessions, which followed becoming a father, which followed eating a mushroom.

 

i pood

 

I don't like you anymore.

 

don't ya just

love love love

 

No.

Die thread, die!

 

Then how do you possibly breathe!?!?!

 

Usually with my lungs full of marijuana and tobacco smoke.

 

i wish i could take back my poo but i dont know which sandwich i put it into

 

you could transcend the whole situation and just live by every word of God

 

I now see the effects of moving to Oklahoma, Neo. You really must escape at any cost.

 

uh dude

ive been doing that

day 1: make poo, then make sandwich

am i doin it wrong

 

agreed haha

 

I'm a little offended on behalf of all the great people that live here, thank you very much.

 

what is so funny about "lulz"?