pretty much what i got from lsd/be here now

As time continues over the years, we will all see ourselves in the mirror one day. Everything is going to flash in front of your eyes, everything being your life. Most of us won't realize this until we're sitting in our deathbed. Do you enjoy and agree with every decision you've made in your life? Have you lived life to to the fullest? Have you done the things YOU wanted to do? I'm asking you these questions because these are the things that really matter. Life is a series of cycles waiting to broken. Life is lived on cycles because that is the way we were told to live, only abstract thinkers can see these things and get outside that fucking box we call life and live the way we want to live.

 

hmm. Well, on my death bed I hope to have no regrets, and even though I may have not done some things, nothing really matters, in the end. You are going to die, and eveything you've done in your life is now behind you, IMO. I mean, yeah be a good person, have fun, and do what you value in life. But don't get too hung up on "did I do everything I wanted to" and don't regret. Because you did what you did, and nothing can change that. Life has alot to do with chance, too. I'd say be happy with who you are, and if you aren't, try and change it. Make goals for yourself, and try do great things. But like I said, I don't believe there is a supreme judging figure, and what you do in your life really isn't going to matter when you're dead, unless you did something amazing.

 

I agree, I don't regret any decisions I have made in my life and I know there is no judging on how you live your life. As long as you just live life as you want it, everything should be cake.

 

if you havent already - read "be here now" by ram dass

 

the now....
such an odd thing

what is it though?

 

Absolutely man... be here now... think more while thinking less... feel more while feeling less... love every moment and live each day as if it were your last

 

The second time I “tripped” on LSD I had an overwhelming experience that would change the way most people look at life. It has taken me months to process what happened that night, but I finally discovered it. The night started out by one of my roommates asking me if I wanted to trip that night. I agreed, so we went get the LSD and both took our shares. My roommate took more than me, so I knew I would have to watch him that night since he wasn't an experienced tripper. The night started off good until my roommate started tripping real hard. He felt we needed to do something “crazy”, since we were tripping on acid. He kept trying to get me to leave the house and go “fuck shit up”, I refused, and then it happened. My other roommate and two truckloads of people drive up to my house and get down. Somehow they already realize we are tripping, so they start fucking with me, making all kinds of sounds, and yelling at me and shit. The whole time I'm thinking about how ignorant all these people are. They seem to think “tripping” is all visuals and seeing all kinds of fucked up shit. They kept asking me if I was seeing elves and shit, I replied, “ No, I'm not seeing any elves or anything like that, I'm just tripping.” I started having an extremely bad trip at this point, I was coming to all these realizations that all these people were not my friends. The only reason they talk to me is when I have something to offer to them. I had to get out. I told everyone at my house goodbye, and they all started freaking out, saying I couldn't be in public if i was tripping on acid. I simply told them “yes i can”, then I left. When I started walking I could feel a weight being lifted off my shoulders. I could finally enjoy my trip and once I thought that exact thought I started having a good trip again. I started laughing uncontrollably at some points, for no reason at all. I started thinking about who my true friends are and realized I was only blocks away from my friends apartment. I almost felt like sprinting there I was so happy. Once I got there I told him I was tripping and he took it the way I knew he would. He started going crazy, asking me if I could get him a couple of hits. I told him it was too late, since I didn't even really know the person I got it from.(got it through a friends friend) I chilled with him for a while, we listened to some really good music, I watched some video's on his computer until it starting getting late. I wasn't tripping really hard anymore so I decided to start walking back to my house and get some sleep. On my way back, I was walking along the street, maybe a couple blocks away from my house when it happened. I looked behind me and saw a man running up to me, I turned around but I then realized he wasn't stopping. He ran into me at full speed tackling me into a yard on the side of the street. I tried to push him away but he had gotten on top of me and started digging through all my pockets while he held my arms together. He took my phone and wallet, then got up and started walking away quickly. I got up and yelled at the top of my lungs, the first thing that came to mind. “ I hope that fucking shit makes you happy because I know I don't need any of that shit.” After I said that he turned around and said, “Holy fuck dude, is that you?” He starting walking up to me again and I realized who he was. It was this dude that I went to high school with, he was a few years ahead of me but we had a class together one time. He starting walking up to me and I could see tears rolling down his face, he handed me my wallet and phone back and kept saying, “ I'm so fucking sorry dude.” I looked him in the eye and said, “ It doesn't really matter to me, but you need to stop whatever you are doing with your life and realize that you can't keep doing this.” He shook my hand and said that this experience had changed him forever and he realized how bad of a person he had become. We then parted our separate ways and I started to cry. I didn't know how to explain this story into words until a few days prior to writing it. Life is a crazy roller coaster, one day life can be better than anything, the next day it shits all over you. This is called the struggle. Life is meant to be a struggle. If everything would be perfect and no one made mistakes it would make for a pretty boring life i say.But what does it really matter in the end. Its all about the experiences you share with the person next to you. I can't believe how blind some people are to it. I sit next to people sometimes and realize all they talk about is what they want.

 

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!We ArE eXpErIeNcEd!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

Wow, that is an amazing story, /\/\ /-\ R K. It's incredible that such a fateful meeting would occur while you were tripping. I hope that the guy who tried to mug you is finding happiness and peace and leaving behind such hateful and violent habits.

 

"I sit next to people sometimes and realize all they talk about is what they want."

If you want a notion of what I think this is about. Before LSD I could not comprehend what -it- was. Like, I still can't, cause anyone who can properly explain it would be god. Because -it- is essentially God. It's what Ken Kesey always reffered to as 'the unspeakable thing'. Theres just this thing, you perceive it, you feel it, it's right there, but you can't get into words, you just can't, you just literally cannot say it. It's just not possible to say it. It would be like a computer becoming conscious and then intricately explaining it's own function.

But before LSD, I had even done shrooms and salvia twice. It just didn't register to me that such a thing existed, the unspeakable thing. I was in the habit of being able to speak so many things, explain so much, people would say I was so knowledgeable, that I just got into that ego of being smart. That I knew alot of stuff and I forgot. There is that one thing that you just can't know. Because the only answer to it is, life itself. Everything world round is a manifestation of it. The only way to explain it to someone is teach them how to attain Samadhi and then view the world through the eyes of Buddha, so to say...

I think many people are afraid of running into that unspeakable thing. They can't just sit and feel it, then acknowledge it, they can't say it. They all want to feel like they have something to say, so they all get into the habit of ignoring it, talking about all this other shit. Then further, once they get good enough at talking about enough shit, they begin to insinuate -it- does not exist. That since they can speak so much, they've conquered the fact they can't speak unspeakable. It's just a constant game of running from the self really...

 

Ooooooo excellent ideas in this thread! I'ma go to bed and ponder some of these, but tomorrow after I get home I'll contribute some fo my feelings on these topics. Haha good night now

 

Great story /\/\ /-\ R K, you put tears in my eyes, and you rygoody, that was a very good conclusion.
Plenty, if not most people are talking what do they want, every sentence is starting with "I" and than they are wondering why some things are happening to them. Specially when they are taking acid, they usualy say "I want to have a good trip", or I want this, I want that......it doesn't work like that. "I want to see visuals, it is so cool, you can create and play with them as a kid with his little toy." It doesn't work that way, you need to realize that you need to give whole your self, and belive 100% in that beautiful thing somebody calls God, energy, vibration (call it as you want), you need to realize that YOU ARE THE TOY to that energy, and that it is not about you to play, that you are there to serve, protect, love and let the energy flow through you, naturaly without fears and putting your interests in front of it. We are all one and nobody's interests and wishes are more important than that ONE. I guess that people are having bad trips, problems and so many other things just because they put them self on a first place, that whole humanity needs to learn how to give them selfes without asking anything in return, and only than that force is flowing through you shining your way and taking care of you. Love is the only thing that exist that the more you spend it, more you have it, everything else get spent and lost. If you are asking for love, you will never get it that much as when you give it unconidionaly, it returns in tons, and more you are trying to give it, more comes back! So many times it happened to me that I have money just for days food, and I don't know what to do tomorrow to feed my family, and somebody comes who need it more than I do, and a feeling from some strange force appears: "If you trust me fully, 100%, belive in me, give that money!" And I gave it! It always happened that not long from that situation, just few hours after, that somebody calls me to do some work for them and they pay me cash, enough untill I get the salary. Before that realization, I was squizing that little that I have, asking my self how can I give when "I" don't have, putting "I" on the first place, and life was dragging me more and more down dipper in desperation. Than I realized that nothing material does not matter, that the moment you stay without money or anything that you care so much, that doesn't automatically means that you are dead. You will survive, there is always "something" watching and taking care of you if you don't put your self on the first place. That is how I learned to get rid of so many attachments, witch now, looking at them, I don't know how I could be attached so much, when there is something so much more beautifull and most important- LOVE! I learned from acid the most when I was taking it to show to somebody how beautifull it was, not even thinking what I will feel. Only thing I was trying and thinking of is how to show all the beauty and love to that person. In a situations like that, I was hit with the biggest discoveries of my life, witch also proved me that you get more when you give, without asking for it.
Love you all!

 

Good stuff.