walkietalkie
Bluelighter
- Joined
- Apr 19, 2009
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- 79
Hello people 
On the way to work this morning I was walking on the side of the road, and I cross this little bridge over a creek. This morning it was swelling with water and the moss was nearly glowing, fresh green was coming up all over and the buds on overhanging trees have finally opened.
Well when I looked down into the forest I could hear birds singing loudly above me, and I was thrown back to my peak moments on higher doses of both LSD and Psilocybin. In those moments whenever I heard birds calling out in song, I could feel the inexpressable expressing itself so beautifully, much like the creek swelling, like something just wants to explode with laughter and bliss. Like my stomach is fuzzy, my mind wants to burst, my smile wants to break my jaw lol.
And then I remember how mushrooms always make me yawn, and that sensation throws me back to an animal mind, lying lazily on a rock under the Sun and yawning in satisfaction, not questioning the inexpressable but living as an expresison of it.
In the beginning was The Word, the only part of the New Testament I dig. The OM, the music, the rythm, the vibration. All trying to push something out which is already inside out
This thread has no real direction, Im leaving it open to any kind of spiritual or metaphysical or whatever interpretation. But sound is so beautiful and takes me back to a beginning I never experienced and an end I'll never know.
On the way to work this morning I was walking on the side of the road, and I cross this little bridge over a creek. This morning it was swelling with water and the moss was nearly glowing, fresh green was coming up all over and the buds on overhanging trees have finally opened.
Well when I looked down into the forest I could hear birds singing loudly above me, and I was thrown back to my peak moments on higher doses of both LSD and Psilocybin. In those moments whenever I heard birds calling out in song, I could feel the inexpressable expressing itself so beautifully, much like the creek swelling, like something just wants to explode with laughter and bliss. Like my stomach is fuzzy, my mind wants to burst, my smile wants to break my jaw lol.
And then I remember how mushrooms always make me yawn, and that sensation throws me back to an animal mind, lying lazily on a rock under the Sun and yawning in satisfaction, not questioning the inexpressable but living as an expresison of it.
In the beginning was The Word, the only part of the New Testament I dig. The OM, the music, the rythm, the vibration. All trying to push something out which is already inside out
This thread has no real direction, Im leaving it open to any kind of spiritual or metaphysical or whatever interpretation. But sound is so beautiful and takes me back to a beginning I never experienced and an end I'll never know.
