IJesusChrist
Holofractale de l'hypervérité
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This could be a long one, but I'm not motivated enough, so I'm keeping it short.
This past year a radical change has come over my mind set. I am very stable now with my emotions, no more anxiety, no more panic attacks, no more black tar abysses of the mind. I enjoy this greatly, but it is coming with a significant price. I no longer feel intelligent, or as intelligent as I once was. I did exceptionally well this semester in school, but with no real reason - it was my best semester from a grade point average stand point, however I felt as if I learned the least.
At the same time, I have noticed that I have completely lost my ability to see deeper and higher into ideas. At one point in my life I thought I had peaked in my capabilities to see deeper patterns and importance in things. I was in a canoe and watching ripples in the water with a tiny dose of psilocybin. It was no longer a lake I was looking at, it was gravities pull on a hole in the earth, filled with water from a long since gone glacier, and I had realized how small the earth was - simply from a ripple in the water. With this very intense empathy and insight of my past - which is hard to explain, it simply is observational - came great dread. I would often find myself alone, even with friends. I felt unconscious, as if I was simply viewing the movie screen of my life, far off in the distance.
I got very tired of feeling down and separated and I decided I would quest for love and bliss. I tried to change my thought patterns, I started to write poetry, I started to look into people's eyes, I began searching for euphoria in drugs, and I began looking for relationships, but most of all I thought "I need to become stupider" - at least in an empathetical reasoning.
Well, I had my first euphoric trip about a year ago, and perhaps that is what lead to the cascade of acceptance, but I cannot be sure. I had inhaled some dmt, and just before, I said to myself "I just want to be loved". I was blasted with wave after wave of love, of warmth. I was hugging my pillow with glee. I felt like the greatest of all mothers was holding me in her bosom, and I was a cared for baby.
I hadn't felt anything like that since I was a baby. I hadn't felt love in a long while, I was so distracted with and focused on the pain in the world. Now that I look back on it, I was the very cliche negative person.
But here I am now, about a year after that decisive trip, and I have no problems. Now, I also don't want to put the entire weight of my mind-changing on a trip - it was not the drug that changed me, it was simply an insight, a push of motivation and inspiration to see what is there. I realized at the time, then, that Love is real, and I had been missing it - I hadn't even seen it.
As I was transitioning from this depression, so to speak, into my more stable and comfortable ways of now, I would often question, back and forth, whether or not love was simply a mask. Whether love was a veil, just as painful empathy was. Whether love was more real than pain, or even if love was more important than seeing pain...
I will elaborate more on this later, I am going to be late for work.
This past year a radical change has come over my mind set. I am very stable now with my emotions, no more anxiety, no more panic attacks, no more black tar abysses of the mind. I enjoy this greatly, but it is coming with a significant price. I no longer feel intelligent, or as intelligent as I once was. I did exceptionally well this semester in school, but with no real reason - it was my best semester from a grade point average stand point, however I felt as if I learned the least.
At the same time, I have noticed that I have completely lost my ability to see deeper and higher into ideas. At one point in my life I thought I had peaked in my capabilities to see deeper patterns and importance in things. I was in a canoe and watching ripples in the water with a tiny dose of psilocybin. It was no longer a lake I was looking at, it was gravities pull on a hole in the earth, filled with water from a long since gone glacier, and I had realized how small the earth was - simply from a ripple in the water. With this very intense empathy and insight of my past - which is hard to explain, it simply is observational - came great dread. I would often find myself alone, even with friends. I felt unconscious, as if I was simply viewing the movie screen of my life, far off in the distance.
I got very tired of feeling down and separated and I decided I would quest for love and bliss. I tried to change my thought patterns, I started to write poetry, I started to look into people's eyes, I began searching for euphoria in drugs, and I began looking for relationships, but most of all I thought "I need to become stupider" - at least in an empathetical reasoning.
Well, I had my first euphoric trip about a year ago, and perhaps that is what lead to the cascade of acceptance, but I cannot be sure. I had inhaled some dmt, and just before, I said to myself "I just want to be loved". I was blasted with wave after wave of love, of warmth. I was hugging my pillow with glee. I felt like the greatest of all mothers was holding me in her bosom, and I was a cared for baby.
I hadn't felt anything like that since I was a baby. I hadn't felt love in a long while, I was so distracted with and focused on the pain in the world. Now that I look back on it, I was the very cliche negative person.
But here I am now, about a year after that decisive trip, and I have no problems. Now, I also don't want to put the entire weight of my mind-changing on a trip - it was not the drug that changed me, it was simply an insight, a push of motivation and inspiration to see what is there. I realized at the time, then, that Love is real, and I had been missing it - I hadn't even seen it.
As I was transitioning from this depression, so to speak, into my more stable and comfortable ways of now, I would often question, back and forth, whether or not love was simply a mask. Whether love was a veil, just as painful empathy was. Whether love was more real than pain, or even if love was more important than seeing pain...
I will elaborate more on this later, I am going to be late for work.