ParappaTheRapper
Ex-Bluelighter
Ignoring things like mental illness or quantum physics, what are some possible causes or reasons behind delusions of synchronicity that a lot of people have during or after psychedelic/ dissociative usage?
I don't believe they always are myself.
Ignoring things like mental illness or quantum physics, what are some possible causes or reasons behind delusions of synchronicity that a lot of people have during or after psychedelic/ dissociative usage?
I arranged a meeting with this lady through the internet only obtaining her address. Went to look at her Mini-Van.
Her name was Poshi Thiamkha. She was from Thailand, and ever so ornately tied to her rear view mirror...
Was a Bone and Wood Ganesha Statue.
She sold me this van which only has 238,348km on it for 500 dollars.
I felt a Synchronicity. I was Sober. You can write that off as bullshit.
But i literally look at it as if the Universe Just thanked me for saving a life.
Perhaps not always, but what would be the explanation behind 'true synchronicity'? If you examine such occurrences to their fullest and take them as far as you can, this would mean some causative agent in the universe is actively altering billions of normally random occurrences specifically to present something specific only to YOU. I dunno, the idea is quite beautiful and the occurrences certainly feel stunning but I think its more likely that it is the experiencer alone connecting unaltered random occurrence. Instead of thinking what it is that the universe (or god if you prefer) is telling you, I try to think about what it is I am telling me. The alternative is a kind of solipsism which, at times, I utterly engage in. Its tempting to do so...
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The alternative is a kind of solipsism which, at times, I utterly engage in. Its tempting to do so...
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From this position on my back, my legs swing upward forming a “< >” shape, similar to a spider’s rear legs as it descends from is web, which is the vision present to me now. My feet bend inward and my toes point toward each other, and I start to feel the sides of my feet brush past one another on alternate sides as my legs swing at my hip joints and move like the blades of a scissors. I feel them sewing some warm visceral substance as they move in this kind of quick repetitive pinching motion.
from the Aitareya Upanishad: “We are like the spider. We weave our life and then move along in it. We are like the dreamer who dreams and then lives in the dream.”
I will let this monument
Represent a moment of my life
Life, life
Of my life
Life, life
Of my life