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@PenguinPablo I mean like Full on Transcendental Visions

Can we talk about visions or something? You guys have any weird visions come to you ever? I suppose these words may be quite the strange one for some.

The whiplash of death.

True believers @Leo Gura 🛐

Leo deceives us all in one swift motion.

@Cred I agree. I find that music with which I am in resonation with is very empowering and can even lead to experience of expanded states. Music is psychoactive.

Strawberry Mansion (2021)

Rap is similar to poetry. The problem with a lot of rap, & lots of music in general, is that the content of has become corrupted. We fill the music with turd of the mind, and then we call it a masterpiece. We roll in our own turd like a dog. We love to do it.

Perhaps if I do it for long and hard enough I can ascend into dothood.

. The dot will be my new religion. I shall worship over this almighty dot.

When the mind begin confusing just return to the simple dot: . Focus on the dot. What meaning does the dot have? What can it do for you in a sentence? shallow to question utilities?

Thats like asking leo, "do you want this penny here or the one in the other hand?" "They are both the same year, circulated as all hell"

Ah yes that does make survival difficult. What is there to survive if there is no "i" and there is no "world out there"? Colors are great, sounds are nice but those arent something to survive. That is what the mind does. The mind uses those very sensory experiences to trick itself. The mind invents pointers and uses them to say: "Hey look this color points to a void, this symbol points toward an empty spot, that sound designates that something should be here, ..." And so on and so forth. This space is covered with the sense of self and reality. This is done by splitting the colors & sounds apart, & then attaching to one collection of them. While the mind is actively doing this splitting process it feels as though "I am human on planet earth sitting in a room with a certain story". When the mind stops this process however, all of this begins to collapse and the moment of such can be quite powerful and exponential, until everything literally feels like it is shredding apart and there is just a disembodied observer amidst it all. When the sense of self and reality collapse totally (frightening - until complete) What is left is that pure emptiness which was covered over. The emptiness is pure observation.

Of course this is how that works. Alcohol is part of the hallucination, my body is part of the hallucination. The framework here is that I exist hallucinated to be material and so too does alcohol. The idea is that alcohol, a part of my survival hallucination, can alter/disrupt the survival within the hallucination and the hallucinatory content itself. Hallucination is often that which actively keeps in place my entire sense of reality. My entire sense of being a physical creature in a solid stable world is a dream. I could open my front door expecting to walk outside into the front step only to be greeted by an expanse of endless clouds. Consciousness is fluid in this way. Does my mind keep it from being so. What else is there than Hallucination?

If I suddenly saw that everything was a hallucation it may feel quite literally as if the ground has been wrenched out from underneath my feet. I may feel like I am falling or floating or nowhere but also everywhere at the same time. I will most certainly be dead if that happened, but I dont believe colors and sounds would all disappear. I would probably lose the ability to Navigate these colors and sounds. Although perhaps the vestigel remnants of what I thought I was will still have that capacity.