GENIUS FORUMS

Have you ever went into a rabbit hole?

Small correction: psychedelia or psychodelia.

Who in the heck would want to go in a rabbit hole? Except a rabbit?

I watched "What The Bleep Do We Know" that's kind of a rabbit hole... or maybe a sink hole... of fantasy.

I found some rabbit bones in an empty lot when I was a kid, and got super-excited, thinking I'd discovered dinosaur bones.

I applaud you efforts at evading the question,

Who here has done psychadelics.

The Mazatec Indians of the highlands of South Central Mexico believed that when Jesus agonized he lurched all over the Earth and wherever his saliva fell the mushroom sprouted up. The mushroom is one of a triad of 3 hallucinogens used by these people. The others are Morning Glory and Salvia Divinorum, a species of sage.

I'm still trying to figure out what a rabbit hole has to do with this. Is there something to be gained from ingesting psilocybin mushroom and trying to get down inside a rabbit hole? Kafka has a story---The Burrow---about a rodent who describes his underground mansion as if it is the innards of his own body.

Oh and BTW IJesusChrist, it is psychedelic (psychodelic is permitted to) but not psychadelic.

Going down the rabbit hole is a euphemism for learning the truth, a la the movie The Matrix a la Alice in Wonderland.

Ok, seriously. Yea the Rabbit Hole metaphor, Matrix, Alice in Wonderland.

Apparently its a metaphor for tryping too. I've done "magic mushrooms" and only suffered minor effects. Once I smoked a joint that was laced with something. I'm not sure but reality became warped and I had horrible nightmares in which I continuously woke up to find a murderer in the house. I would feel like waking up and seeing a murderer or walking out into the kitchen and seeing one. But then I would feel like waking up again and finding a murderer again, and so on.. Like 5 or 6 nested versions of the same nightmare. I usually didn't have fear during dreams of death and murder, they were a frequent occurance at that period of my life, but this time I felt like I couldn't get out of the dream. Eventually I actually did wake up and it turns out a friend of the house owner showed up all cracked out and was banging repeatedly on the front door at 4AM, a highly unusual occurance. Before I passed out my vision was warped, everything was swaying and I couldn't coordinate myself. It wasn't intentional, I could smoke an ounce of the best B.C. bud and not even really feel high. There was something in the joint. It was something a friend sparked up while we were walking down the highway.

Anyway, its just a tryp man. It might tell you something about yourself. You can use it as a metaphor, my experience could be a metaphor for the desire to wake up spiritually. But that doesn't mean I did wake up, I had no philosophical spirit that you could shake a stick at. Anyway, I explicitly felt like everyone else was highly ignorant and self-centered long before that. I knew by at least the age of 13 that things weren't right. I'm sure lots of people feel that way, its adolescence, but then we are beat into submission, until eventually we don't disagree and may even sacrifice ourselves to defend our thinking.

Here's why I asked; (and yes I've been corrected on the spelling before)

I don't believe one should preach about reality until one has stepped outside of it.

Hallucinogens, entheogens, and strong psychadelics disturb the ratio of serotonin in the mind, throwing away your baseline of reality. This causes you to actually see reality from a different perspective - if you're willing to, as well as ready.

I don't encourage the use of course, as with all drugs, there can be side effects, however with mushrooms, LSD, dmt & ayahuasca, the side effects are psychological, and can be cured with time.

I'm glad to hear that you aren't all completely sober though. (don't get the wrong picture - I haven't gone to visit my ego in over a year)

When I was 15 I could lucid dream, and performed many experiments in dreams to see how accurate to real life they were. I picked things up in dreams to see if they felt solid, then I turned them around to see if they were 3D. I pinched myself to see if I could feel pain, and I went for a walk around my block to see if the same walk the next day after waking would be any different. On this walk I saw a white van parked outside a neighbours house. the van had never been there before so I wanted to see if it was there the next day. I also jumped off a cliff to see if you die when you hit the bottom.

The results were...

Dreams are in colour.
Dreams are 3D.
Dreams are solid.
You can feel pain in dreams.
The white van was there, but missing from the dream was the sound of running water in the drains.
When I hit the bottom I was alive, and still asleep. All of my bones were broken, and I felt like I was made of jelly.

So, I wanted to try the same thing with Magic Mushrooms...

I tried Magic Mushrooms twice when I was about 18. I was hallucinating for about 8 hours, and during that time I did some studies. I was able to sculpt reality which was pretty cool I suppose. I concentrated on turning a cat into a Chinese man. I turned the flowered wallpaper into a jungle. And I could also change the words in a movie into different words, and Wizard Of Oz became Wizard Of Porn.

But twice is enough, and I wouldn't recommend using them more than that. I am pretty anti-drugs now, and left all of my friends behind who used them.

dejavu wrote:Just as going through a looking glass can result in injury

Ya reckon?

Tried Ketamine (horse tranquiliser) and then I understood where David Lynch gets a lot of his ideas from.

Unless his years of TM take him to the same 'cosmic' plane.

IJesusChrist wrote: (and yes I've been corrected on the spelling before)

And yet you still spell it wrong. What the fuck, man.

What the fuck.

speaking of rabbit holes, my name is exactly that. (it's warren)

i think these psychedelic drugs create a state of mind that allows our imagination to rule our reality. we can achieve this, i believe, without the use of drugs. by blocking out reality (what our mind perceives) and focussing on the imagined (what our mind conceives). intense daydreaming is all a trip is.

Whats Warren?

I was extremely filled with melatonin last night and decided to listen to some trance music before falling asleep, I have experimented with this before and have done it a few times, but have had closed eye visuals (CEV's) and actually open eyed as well - the room was pitch black.

The pictures I was able to somewhat control, as if I thought of something subconscious, told my conscious what was to appear, and appeared after - however control is limited, and actually not... real.

This is nothing like having your communicators replaced with psilocybin, psilocin, lsd or DMT.

Serotonin cannot physically bring the same effects as any of the above stated, but you straight edge people can trick yourselves with this all you'd like.

Really; doing psychadelics is like looking at your town from a birdseye view after being stuck on your feet all your life. The understanding I have gained from it is unquantifiable.

Oh, and uncledote:
... That stuff is about on level with binge drinking for the purpose of feeling sick.

dejavu wrote:(:D)

There is nothing wrong with magic mushrooms. I may have to offer myself up to science for an open and comprehensive study in 'over-dose'. I am, overall, saner than anyone I've yet met, and am not to be made accountable for the delusional.

There is a risk involved. It's not a toxicological one, it's a neurological one. I would say the use of psychedelics raises your chance for psychosis by a fraction of a percent within a year, but after that year - greatly reduces it. I have nothing to back up that statement.

Along with immortal confidence.

IJesusChrist wrote: "Along with immortal confidence."

Man, I wish I could get some of that. I am possessed by a stinging, mortal fear.

Drop your regard for mortal life, duh.

No can do.

pansy

IJesusChrist: Along with immortal confidence.

Alex: Man, I wish I could get some of that. I am possessed by a stinging, mortal fear.

IJesusChrist: Drop your regard for mortal life, duh.

Alex: No can do.

IJesusChrist: pansy

LOL. I like your style. Straight to the point and a pithy, accurate psychological summation to boot!

Alex, your stated wish for "immortal confidence" obviously isn't that strong after all. Too much competition from other wishes.

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Touché David. But I wasn't quite being serious. The reference---I doubt you got it---with the use of the word 'stinging', was to Paul and his 'Oh death, where is thy sting?' It is hard to disassociate IJesusChrist from the context seeing his user-name evokes...

I declare to you, brothers, that flesh and blood cannot inherit the kingdom of God, nor does the perishable inherit the imperishable. Listen, I tell you a mystery: We will not all sleep, but we will all be changed—in a flash, in the twinkling of an eye, at the last trumpet. For the trumpet will sound, the dead will be raised imperishable, and we will be changed. For the perishable must clothe itself with the imperishable, and the mortal with immortality. When the perishable has been clothed with the imperishable, and the mortal with immortality, then the saying that is written will come true: "Death has been swallowed up in victory." "Where, O death, is your victory? Where, O death, is your sting?" The sting of death is sin, and the power of sin is the law. But thanks be to God! He gives us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ.

I am sure that you have some nifty trick of interpretation whereby you can extract fearlessness of mortality out of its whole context and pin it on a rationalistic nirvana-path, but it seems to me that Paul meant what he meant.

And if ever you were really interested in hearing what I think of death you'd only have to ask. I would say again that it is far more important to get the right questions on the table than it is to pretend one has answers, or like Diebert just to annihilate the questions. (Manly activity, that).

Also, you should really have written it psychalogical. ;-)

drugs are bad mkay.