originally posted by: Talorc
Reading some of these replies, I'm picturing some hippie goofball: "You can't even IMAGINE what its like, duuuude. You can't even understand, duuude."
If you think you absolutely NEED a drug to reach enlightenment, you're already on the wrong path IMO, and you're actually steering yourself away from
Who said you NEED such for 'reaching enlightenment'? It's not like I was the OP, and for months set about constructing a massive book of a piece, that
People ignorant to the field were saying 'no o way its just scattershot noise no way, no higher levels of consciousness to be found here'.
I was merely responding to such in narrow and direct terms.
When the REALITY is if you're not at all familiar with such and such then you're simply not equipped to even hardly discuss the phenomena, let alone
critic and attempt to debunk such notions.
Imagine, if you will, the time period is in the early 1900's. The location is in the Mississippi. There's plenty of fancy mathematics already
established at this time, but not exactly everyone has had a real education in such (especially by todays standards). And there's this guy, his name
is Bob. Bob he's a smart guy. Not exactly a genius, but smart and respected for it amongst his peers. He knows a lot of stuff, for his age place and
era. He was born with good DNA smarts wise, had a nurturing and stimulating home. Between genetics, nature and nurture he cant complain. He grew up on
the family farm, and enjoys it. He can work on the farm equipment, grow and harvest the plants as good as anyone he knows. He's pretty good at stuff
he sets about doing, and he even likes to read. There are some decent books around the home, but it's not like he's super educated. He learned basic
arithmetic at the town school. He even enjoyed it. He's smart enough to be a decent artist, although he was really born more with an 'engineers brain'
if anything. Life on the farm was always a busy one, so it's not like he sat around just brainstorming all day. While the winters were mild, it was
still a busy life all year round. No sitting dormant all winter bored and stircrazy. Bob enjoys the occasional trip to the big cities, when he can.
One year, on a trip to visit relatives in New Jersey, an odd opportunity came about where he had a chance to go check out Princeton University. He had
never been to an ivy league university before, so he was very excited. Back on the farm he had already read some good books on various subjects like
Darwinism, and even a little psychology. But he never did have a treatise on algebra or physics. Although he had heard of one Albert Einstein, he had
never seen any books or papers written by him. Upon arriving at Princeton, he knew the big show was to visit Einstein's laboratory. The month was
April, and Einstein was late into the courses he was teaching that year, for the year. When Bob found Einstein's class he was late into lecture, on
Advanced Relativity. The board was filled with symbols and formulas that Bob could see, but didn't have the foggiest what to do about any of it. Soon
after Einstein's lecture was over. Bob's head was spinning. It just so happened Einstein was on his way to his lab, and he noticed Bob. He took a
liking to Bob, and took Bob for a tour of his lab. Einstein's lab was a marvelous spectacle, that even Nikola Tesla would be impressed with. All
around were machines and equipment, all sorts of crazy experiments that ob had never seen anything of the like before.
Where Bob had went and what he had seen, nobody in town could hardly imagine what he tried to describe to the locals when he finally made it home.
Now that "...." part there, that's the part where the plot can go two different ways. The first is Bob had only gotten the dime tour for the day, and
was dazzled. Like if you went to an art museum loaded with surreal art. The other story goes, Bob was able to spend the entire next 12 months working
as Einstein's student apprentice. Like if you were to over the course of a decade or more as a true Psychonaut, a not backwards yet still not advanced
'natural engineer', evolved into a true surreal artist.
Which Bob are you?
The great unrecognized tyranny of our era is that the masses have been absolutely denied psychonautical tools. Instead they give us us the tools of
cancer with brutally addictive booze and cigarettes (and never mind how the CIA imports all the abysmally destructive hardcore drugs, and put people
in prison for them).
edit on 20-4-2017 by IgnoranceIsntBlisss because: (no reason given)