things that you have thought about while tripping...

"what if the whole planet turned itself inside out and life as we know it gets swallowed up into the earth below..."

yeah i think i was really insane by that point...

 

what if fish tried to catch people by leaving gold watches on the beach with hooks in them?

 

haha, nice one...

i find that when i trip alot, i think about society and social situations alot. i notice this after each trip, especially my first one. i woke up, started chatting with a friend and it just felt so strange. because social interaction, at least for me, is very limited while tripping. it's like i step out of myself and look at myself talking, thinking about how weird the interaction is...

i dunno, that sounds crazy, but i think it makes sense...

 

"The body that I am in doesn't belong to me. We are two seperate beings...
I ask it to do something for me, and in return I do something for it."

hahaha...fun times!!!

 

That makes pefect sense... I kind of observe the various interactions, and take notice of moods and atmosphere and such much more when tripping... I just kind of watch things happen with curiosity...

 

Same here...with EXTREME curiosity!

 

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Written in my livejournal in retrospect to a trip (adding sober logic to the trippy logic).

Ok, the concept of alternate universes. . . .interesting no? Here's my take on it. It is very similar to the paradox put forward by Carl Sagan (may he rest in peace): If I were to get in a time machine and go back in time, and shoot my father before he sired me, then I would cease to exist, because I was never born, therefore I can't go back in time and shoot my father, so therefore because my father wasn't shot, I still exist, so I go back in time and shoot my father, which means I don't exist anymore. . . .(ad infinitum).

Now what if you had that paradox where the two options were not mutually exclusive? Say that there was an easy access side-road, running next to a major highway, that was easier for a few people to use going down the side road, saving some time and gas and so forth. Now in the future, the committee that set aside the funding to build the road decides that it was a waste of money, so they go back in time, and cut the funding so that the side road is never built. Of course you have chaos theory and the butterfly effect going full steam, so two totally different realities are possible based on whether or not the side road was built.

Now, take away the time machine. A person on the committee is voting FOR the funding for the road, but has a second thought. Immediately in his/her mind the alternate reality plays out, and he/she tries to percieve what benefits each choice could have and weight them against the other choice. Was that a simple construct of his/her mind, or was that the momentary perception of the alternate reality. . .the parrallel universe? In fact, every time we're faced with a choice, a new universe opens up and goes along with it, regardless of which choice we made. We make certain choices, so limit ourselves as to which reality we're constantly aware of, but it doesn't make the other realities/universes any less real.

But if there's a new universe born from each choice that each person (and indeed possibly animals) makes, that's one helluva lot of universes right? Where do that all fit?
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Switch mental gears for a sec (don't forget the clutch), and put the whole universe thing on the back-burner for just a moment.
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So a line is how we define distance in 3-dimensional space, right? What is a line? It is a one dimensional object, having length but no width or height. It is comprised of a row of points. A point is a concept, something ethereal as it has no dimensions: No width, no height, and no length, and yet it exists. It is a place marker for any place in 3 dimensions (using an ordered triple, kind of like in algebra, but with x, y, and z values). So all lines are simply rows of points next to each other. So close to each other in fact, that they're touching. So how does a line have any length? It's a bunch of points lined up next to each other, each having zero width! So you could have a hundred billion points next to each other, and still have a line of zero length! So how do we have any line of any length besides zero? One would have to have an infinite number of points to have even the smallest perceivable distance. So in a line (we'll call it AB) an inch long, there is an infinite number of points in between A and B. But in the line segment that is only half as long as AB, say Ax, there's still an infinite amount of points, because half of infinity is still infinity, right? So how many points are between two points that are directly adjacent? An infinite amount. So in something as small as a grain of sand, there's still an infinite amount of space available in between the points (since there's an infinite amount of them), so there's plenty of room for an entire universe (which is supposed to be infinite in size, no?). So that's where the parallel universes go each time we are faced with a decision to make based on an array of choices. Each time you make a choice, all the other ones open up as universes inside grains of sand, but within the grain of sand, new decisions still need to be made, so new universes are still coming into existence. Good thing there's one helluva lot of sand (and space dust, if we were to run out of sand.)

Ok, so I've come down, and it doesn't sound quite so profound anymore, but it's still fun to think about (at least I think so).

 

thatballguy - "Now, take away the time machine. A person on the committee is voting FOR the funding for the road, but has a second thought. Immediately in his/her mind the alternate reality plays out, and he/she tries to percieve what benefits each choice could have and weight them against the other choice. Was that a simple construct of his/her mind, or was that the momentary perception of the alternate reality. . .the parrallel universe? In fact, every time we're faced with a choice, a new universe opens up and goes along with it, regardless of which choice we made. We make certain choices, so limit ourselves as to which reality we're constantly aware of, but it doesn't make the other realities/universes any less real."


Ive thought about this too, but think about it like this, everything youre perceiving, thinking, feeling, all of it is nothing like you could comprehend. The way your neurons work, its like transistors, only on an exponential scale. You could say your entire existance is artificial. Just think about the world, taking away all the artificial sences, and think about how it really is. How everything works. How everything exists. Our simple thought process is just a cpu, when a computer makes decisions, do you think there are alternate realities for every possible output that computer can make? No. When a computer forecasts, is it a flash into an alternate reality? No. Its simply compiling information. Thats exactly what we do on such an exponentially more complicated scale that we cant comprehend it, but that doesnt make it any more or less than what it is. Think about the concept of time on this one, what makes time go? How does time exist? Time is an artificial sence that we have become completely dependent on simply because our sence of time is always there, ever constant, never changing. Now Ive watched a digital clock in the dark, and watched the minutes tick away literally like hours. I hypothesize that when your brain is working at a faster and wider scale, your perception of time changes to acomidate it, with more neurons firing off faster, your "sense" of time is still dependent on how quickly you can complete a thought, hence the entire dimension of time can not be said to be a constant variable that we base our entire existance on.

With all this in mind, and now answering your question, I figure that everything exists everywhere on a constant basis, so it would be possible for anything to exist naturally, like life, living things are nothing more than machines with senses. So since we percieve things at a set rate (time), we exist in 3 dimensions and we are limited by the 4th.

What im saying is I dont think there are multiple realities, everything exists in the same reality we just cant percieve it due to our natural limitations.

I thought about all this trippin lol, its fucked up, and the second you get deeper than that, the entire concept of the existance of reality and such. Id rather not even begin to talk about it, or I might aswell write some phylosophy book.

 

On one of my first trips, my thoughts were somewhere odd...i couldnt even explain. I wrote about 3-4 pages of writtings and drawings that kind of help explain it like such:

"...I've got a dangerous mind. Am I fine? I've let all the years gone by, thinking why, all the words and things on the paper melting, melting oh my. I wonder if i can I just dont know, I just dont Know, Im a confident man, i will repeat myself as much as i want, i want the colors look surreal. I wish i could feel. What the hell am I? Just wondering, fondering, pondering, multicolor things..."

and then later on im talkin like im schisophrenic and insane:

"...him, he is here, comin down. He is seeing ultra Violet things. Whoa calm down. What about him? He is dead. Are you sure? Positive, because me who i know would never be so fucked up, because if you know him from years past, then you would know, that maybe he has always been dead..."

Really crazy night...but i recorded myself playing guitar for an hour, and i think its the most beautiful experience of my life. I just remember smiling, gleefully making up new songs. Must of made up about 5 songs all in one night.

I did think alot about death, and thinking if i am dead, but it was so fun in my memory, but in my writting it kind of seemed like i was goin crazy out of my mind.

 

I've only tripped once at one point I said. "What's the deal with this life thing and how long have we been living it?" I felt like I had been alive since the begining of time and soul had thrived the entire time. I was strange, no other way to describe it I suppose.

 

haha the mushies are just kicking in and i cant remember what i'm thinking about. i'll tell you when i find it...


yaaaaaaaarg

 

The moon sets, and the sun rises.

 

I wrote some things down on paper:

Sparkles everywhere means have a party and we can all be happy


The only way to appreciate being high is to be sober so we might as well be high.. or sober?

If you want to be an artist you have to be sober (sober means marijuana or no drugs)

By living LIFE we have all had all the meaning in the world



When you are high on mushrooms you dont have superficialities

The mind is the world. The world is the mind. An eye. The world is the mind and the mind is the world so it is all just a neverending spiral.

Nothing matters. The word 'matter' doesn't mean anything.



Mushroom -> the flag for the world and mind

Something to do: In a few hours, take everyone that you care about. Put them in a room. Give them mushrooms. Then life is wonderful. It is the only way to find the real meaning of life.

The most dangerous drug is being sober and not doing any drugs at all. Seriously.

We are all supposed to spend our money on things that help us convey things.



Aand.. I got someone to write stuff down on the computer for me:

Rachel is my translator

The definition of being high should mean that we are care free all like has to know is to take drugs to not worry about consequences you don’t think about the consequences in life are searching for something. I tanya am the true person who is trying to figure out it all gets lost in a mess of human perception and changes of everything. Don’t worry about anything no one should ever worry about anything. I just want to help the world be better.

I need my brush. We need things to help us be who we are.

We need:

Drugs

Translators

Things to translate things with


When your sober you try and make. We struggle our whole lives. But all I have to tell you is we can all come to the same understanding if we are all high and life is happy. Just don’t make people worry about things cuz things are the way they are. If this is what you want if you want the world to love you . everything has a meaning. And as time goes by things get harder things get scarier and I need to know why we do the things the way we do. Everyone judges me and everyone wants to understand the only way to make life happy is to take drugs. Do not take drugs like cocaine or marijuana. We don’t know. why things matter. Everything mixes the world is a chocolate. When you are high on marijuana you are still sober you still know whats happening. When you are high like this you have to tell the world everything. Everyone be happy. I want the world to be happy. I wish we could change I wish we could make the world the same everyone not caring about anything. When your high your happy and everythings happy and you don’t care about anything you don’t care about anything. Everythings a mess and im trying to convey something. Life is different when your high I just want all of my best friends to know that if you want the world to be great and you want the world to be everything you ever wanted then all you have to do is get high. It makes the world a better place. Like when your high on mush is like a mirror being reflected in a mirror. Life is different when your sober you try and think of the world as something. I have to make sure everyone just trust me everyone has to get high . we all have to get high. I don’t want anyone to think im weird. Why do I hate Sabrina? Because she is to much of a sober person no matter how many drugs she does she will always be a sober person. sober is superficial and we all have so many superficialities when we are sober. Its like a never ending spiral of trying to get something done we feel bad when things happen that we cant make work and who knows one person who translates this from a high world to a sober world. Nothing matters. We thank you Rachel for the effort fore translating translation is the only thing that we want in life there are two different people there is the sober person and the person who is high. The person who is high doesn’t care about anything. I am Now Tanya the typer. We strive= something in life… but when yoyur’re high< LIFE IS BEAUTIFUL> there is NO REAL WAY oF AY ING This. But life I SSO Real. Okaoy? But when you’re not high, life isi superficialn MAKE SURE RACHEL SENDS THIS TO ME> NOWpelase id be happier if icould go to bhe the bathroom BU TI have joey knolls FINGERS.

 

usually when im having very intense hallucinations, I am very quiet, but anywhere else in the trip I like having conversations with people, and hanging out. I feel like i could talk for hours. Last night I though about what if all the companies mass produced everything and everything was free, and the whole world was communist, except even the government wouldnt own anything, and the whole world would be free etc.

 

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i read that whole thing. man that was crazy, i should fo that next time i'm tripping.

 

i dont so much get these profound thoughts, as these amazingly imaginative feelings. on one trip i thought i was like a 1940's jounralist with a typewriter and everything. the empathy i feel for the world is enormous on a trip. and i suppose you all get the corpse/gremlin hands too? they scare me, but its worth it for those fantastic giggles!!

 

my trips usually start with me feeling like i am a vessel for the air, it flows through me like a stream and as i breathe a take in the stream, throughout this i feel this overwhelming sense of love for those around me and for people as a whole, for me personally, i speak verbally where my mind is taking me, i'm constantly solving things and going places and speaking, sometimes uncontrollably, about whats going on, but before hand i make sure thats ok with the people i'm tripping with and they're cool with it. Then i halucinate and become one with nature and everything around me and feel that constant joy from within me, everything is so clear, and it all makes sense, music makes absaloute perfect sense when tripping.
One time, i had a really really bad trip, but that was my own fault, i was in a really down mood and i wasn't really close to one the people i was trippin with and it was in my shed at the bottom of my garden where i trip quite often, and it was my 16 th birthday. It started off well and we (3 of us) were all as one subconcious mind and we all flowed on teh same stream of thought and saw amazing colours. But then one of my friends started panicing, and opened the door to the shed, all rules, all barriers had completely been demolished and so our minds plunged into the extremes, i fell into extreme paranoia and fear as my mum was sleeping upstairs and we were in the house having major bad trips, i walked to and from the shed for what felt like an eternity trying to cover my tracks, and the bits of shroom pakcets on the grass, i totally freeked out. I new that if my mum did come down i had to pretend to be normal so i got the other two into the living room and turned the light off thinking that would solve everythign, we all ayed down and the ticking clock in that room went backwards and forwards and so slolwy, it was like we were frozen in time, like it would never end, i felt so trapped, i coudnt stay in that room so i got up but then my mind kept skipping through my memory so i'd suddenly be in the kitchen with no idea how iw as there then i'd be putting scissors in a cup and then sitting on the sofa, my memory missed out the bit in between that, lol it was mad! all concept of time just didnt exist, past events, current events and thoughts of what the future mght hold all intertwined, i had no idea whether my mum had found us or not because i couldn't work out the order of time and for a moment i thought i'd died. I spent the next 4 hours in my bedroom with my sister just talking to me as i went round a maze in my head of fear and paranoia, we went outside at about 6 and tried to clear stuff up and everything was wet as it had been raiingin, but i was so thankful that the trip was ending, my friends had fallen asleep and so everything was ok, the next day though i was so paranoid i had left a shroom packet somewhere that i hadnt found, but it turned out we got away with it, i dont no why i wrote all this heere, i just htink i needed to write it down coz i havent really thought about it as a tried to block it. Even though this was an awful experience, it was my own fault that i had such a bad trip and it's not going to stop me doing them again in the future, i'll just make sure my state of mind is posative and that i'm happy with my setting.
peace
elli
Xxxxxxx

 

one time me and my friends were just sitting in my room and i decided that the vaccuum cleaner needs to be sharpened.. and that applejuice trees were swimming in gum outside of my window.. so we went outside to look for the applejuice trees in the forest of my backyard..

 

"everything is the most important thing in the world."


I also thought i knew what it felt like to be dead

 

I find that thinking about stuff while tripping is usually not a good idea. I think Leary talks about it in the psychedelic experience. You can't really rationalize anything, and some of the thoughts might just make your trip gloomy.