ech0s85
Bluelighter
i think you should repost this in philosphy/spirituality itd get a much better reception
If there are other dimensions existing as string theory, m theory and the like suggest...then aren't We as an existential body within reality already 'connected to' these other dimensions as well?
which brings me to another point...
once after coming back from an intense salvia trip, a thought came to me and stuck in my head...
Our bodies are just vessels in which our souls are carried, it is not our bodies which transport to these places, it is our soul...
I find it very odd that just before you die that a LARGE amount of DMT is released.. Perhaps transporting your "soul" to an alternative universe...?
It would be odd if it was true but I'm afraid it's complete frogshit.
It's just a theory Rick Strassman came up with that has no supporting evidence whatsoever. And to be honest when you read any near-death experience it sounds absolutely fuck-all like a DMT trip.
Dear BodyHereMindGone, I think your ideas are brilliant! Because everything you see on psychedelic drugs is real! The ones who are real in-tune, we know that. I long to use datura and belladonna for shamanistic practices. Do you have any ideas what could be done or accomplished??![]()
Story time with SKL. My only real experience with deleriants, and it second-hand:
Me and me old lady at the time. I'm travelling after some shows, with my girl at the time, both of us spun to all hell on some kind of cocktail of LSD, DOC, 4-MAR, ketamine, and probably some other things I'm neglecting to mention (remember, do as I say, not as I do), been up for several days, etc. We wound up in the city, in this tiny, filthy cramped studio apartment in the LES of this wooked out guy who introduced himself as an "urban shaman." Our respective collections of drugs come out and we party a little, then he reaches deep into his bag and picks up a big old bag of datura seeds. I know exactly what the hell they are and am quick to say no thank you, but the wook/shaman keeps going on about how they "impart spiritual power," and I wasn't able to convince my girl not to do it. She, having never been to the city, wants to go to Times Square of all places, and was a pretty headstrong chick, so let's just say I spent the next 24 hours or so trying to keep up with her deliriously wandering around the city and doing things like trying to go down on the up escalator. She was completely incoherent, conversing with people who weren't there, etc. It could've been a really potentially dangerous situation but thankfully even as much drugs as I had in my system I was able to manage things, but I would not be very interested in a do-over.
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