(November 18, 2016 at 7:45 pm)Faith No More Wrote:Yep. I've had out of body experiences with meditation as well which were very akin to some of the more intense LSD trips I've had. Then again I've been diagnosed with HPPD and see fractals and things breathing on a regular basis. None of the anxiety or anything like that though.(November 18, 2016 at 6:21 pm)operator Wrote: I used to have a lot of interest in psychedelics. I can't say that I ever used them in a spiritual context but I certainly do think they helped me grow as a person over the years. Now I'm not sure psychedelics can do anything for me that I can't achieve through meditation, mindfulness and quiet self-reflection. The psychedelic experience can be very bizarre and interesting and amazing... but ultimately I found that they didn't do much for more for me that I couldn't do on my own.
You can make the carpet look like it's moving with meditation?
So yea I dont need psychedelics anymore. Ever try an isolation tank? That's intense too.
“Love is the only bow on Life’s dark cloud. It is the morning and the evening star. It shines upon the babe, and sheds its radiance on the quiet tomb. It is the mother of art, inspirer of poet, patriot and philosopher.
It is the air and light of every heart – builder of every home, kindler of every fire on every hearth. It was the first to dream of immortality. It fills the world with melody – for music is the voice of love.
Love is the magician, the enchanter, that changes worthless things to Joy, and makes royal kings and queens of common clay. It is the perfume of that wondrous flower, the heart, and without that sacred passion, that divine swoon, we are less than beasts; but with it, earth is heaven, and we are gods.” - Robert. G. Ingersoll
It is the air and light of every heart – builder of every home, kindler of every fire on every hearth. It was the first to dream of immortality. It fills the world with melody – for music is the voice of love.
Love is the magician, the enchanter, that changes worthless things to Joy, and makes royal kings and queens of common clay. It is the perfume of that wondrous flower, the heart, and without that sacred passion, that divine swoon, we are less than beasts; but with it, earth is heaven, and we are gods.” - Robert. G. Ingersoll
