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My current concept of god.

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Maybe it is the bad 25c kick I had relatively recently, where I was using at least 375mcg every week, which was pretty irresponsible as I understand, I figured out that when I used such a low dose the normal psychedelic re-using effect didn't seem to work properly (25c is VERY euphoric in my experience, and this was part of it, although I know I was also drawn to the light, but still constant psychedelia).

Anyway, unusual addictive behavior aside, I have been recently been shifting my agnosticism to an interesting theory of a god or deity(s) of some sort. I will call this pantheon, or perhaps singular deity god, as I haven't explored these different possibilities yet.

Recently I have been noticing some very interesting patterns in my life. When I become proud, or anticipating a success of something which would benefit me, I notice that the chances of this something succeeding become lower. For example, while watching a counter-strike game which I bet a certain amount of money on, my team was winning by quite a bit. I quickly became confident in their imminent win, but soon after this thinking, my team began to lose rounds, and eventually the teams reached a tie, and the map went into overtime. I quickly became nervous as the other team advanced. Once I realized by team may not win, they started winning rounds again, and once again I became confident. Then, another loss. This is where I saw this pattern (psychotic behavior aswell, noticing patterns that don't exist, but it seemed very reasonable as they two parts followed eachother with precison). So, I calmed my confidence down, and even when my team quickly began to win again, I still tried to stay grounded, as anything can happen. My team one in a nail biting game, I one the bet, bingbadaboom. This sort of pattern has continued in many instances, even when I should have 99.9% of succeeding, if I become confident or proud, bad things happen. This activity only does not happen when the thing I am hoping for has little to no chance in the first place.

My proposal is that perhaps there is a god, or some emissary of god who can see my thoughts, and sees pride and confidence and wishes to keep me grounded and careful. When I do this, he can help me, as I am being good, as long as it won't be too much out of his way. I think of the god as benevolent, but fair above all. Not fair like free gifts, but fair in the main sense of the word, good for good, bad for bad. He is very much involved in changing small events to try and make humans better people, but he does not have control over much more macro scale things. However, by trying to make people better through a subtle "shock training" he hopes to make mankind as a whole better, and so we can solve our problems ourselves. It may seem egotistical, but I have a theory for why a large counter-strike match ( and several others) might be swayed for me. Other people, likely have the same train of thought, maybe not all of them find the pattern, but since some may, and the other team's fans will be counteracting it, whoever has the most people who try to stay grounded will get the reward if it is possible to do. But this balancing I have noticed has also applied with personal things, which only pertain to me, such as fixing random items or installing hardware into my computer, I must be cautious if it is to work. I've even had a spiritual experience of 25c-nbome ( which seems to be more spiritual then people say) pertaining to this theory which I may go into later, but I believe that the 5-ht2a receptor is what opens your mind to god or his emmisaries, so they can detect this pride. Psychedelics which activate this receptor allow you to open even more up to god then just serotonin does.

I either believe this, or that reality is just created by our minds, which is a simpler way of understanding this, but I find this too intangible to really believe. One simple man's mind is too much to create the intricacies of the universe. This is exactly what the concept of god allows us to think about, since he is god and all powerful, he does have the mindpower to create the complex simulation, and then rule it as a benevolent assistant, trying to fix man's mistakes by making men better, so they can fix it themselves.

I guess my question for the discussion is this: Has anyone else noticed any patterns that would suggest such a god or deity or pantheon of some sort?
 
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I wouldn't say it suggests a god by any means, however I notice when I'm jamming out and trying to master some new licks on the guitar, I fuck up a lot more focusing on it. I think it must be subconscious, because I've noticed this with video games, like you do as well.
 
I wouldn't say it suggests a god by any means, however I notice when I'm jamming out and trying to master some new licks on the guitar, I fuck up a lot more focusing on it. I think it must be subconscious, because I've noticed this with video games, like you do as well.
No, these are games I am watching being played, not me playing them. And it is other stuff to. In most cases I personally have no influence on the result.
 
Right now I try to keep a very "this probably will happen, but anything can happen" mindset which is something that is hard for me. Whether this god exists or not, I think if I keep trying at this it might help me with some other things. I also try to help people with more things and be more respectful, as I think because of this, good luck may come my way. Even if none of this is true, I still am persuaded to believe it and I think it makes me a better person, and it helps me understand things better. I guess this is true with most religion, and I guess I am happy I have finally found something I can believe in, as before I didn't know, and I think now I may be able to use this theory to become better.
 
"But he giveth more grace. Wherefore he saith, God resisteth the proud, but giveth grace unto the humble."

-James 4:6
 
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You should seriously stop taking psychedelics.. This type of thought pattern is typical among people who take a lot of psychedelics.

Your thoughts / emotions didn't influence that CS game at all. Any fan of any game will be anxious when they are losing but excited when they are winning.. There was nothing unusual or unique about your mindset watching that game and anyone else's mindset watching any other game..

You're seeing patterns / meaning behind meaningless things.

Let's look at the alternative: Your team (CT) is winning, you get excited.. Last round..
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"Bomb has been planted".. Knife whips out and your man is off.. drops down into CT spawn.. two flashes into B.. throws a smoke down at B doors and quickly jumps up through hole.. Sector Clear. He fakey defuses.. T pops out from B tuns.. his head lines up perfectly the your mans crosshair.. Beep, beep, beep

"Counter Terrorist win"

You could come to the conclusion that being excited / expecting success influenced the game.. the more excited you were the better your team played.

Or.. Your team starts to lose.. You get anxious.. They lose.. big time..

You could come to the conclusion that being anxious influenced the game.. the more anxious you were the worse your team played.

You talking about CS:GO? (What's your team / where you watch?)

Perhaps it is time to start reading the bible and other religious works, thanks for this quote!

Oh god no you don't wanna be doing that.. When my friend get's back to me i'll recommend a decent book (Think it's a Buddhist book)
 
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You should seriously stop taking psychedelics.. This type of thought pattern is typical among people who take a lot of psychedelics.

Your thoughts / emotions didn't influence that CS game at all. Any fan of any game will be anxious when they are losing but excited when they are winning.. There was nothing unusual or unique about your mindset watching that game and anyone else's mindset watching any other game..

You're seeing patterns / meaning behind meaningless things.

Let's look at the alternative: Your team (CT) is winning, you get excited.. Last round..
NSFW:

"Bomb has been planted".. Knife whips out and your man is off.. drops down into CT spawn.. two flashes into B.. throws a smoke down at B doors and quickly jumps up through hole.. Sector Clear. He fakey defuses.. T pops out from B tuns.. his head lines up perfectly the your mans crosshair.. Beep, beep, beep

"Counter Terrorist win"

You could come to the conclusion that being excited / expecting success influenced the game.. the more excited you were the better your team played.

Or.. Your team starts to lose.. You get anxious.. They lose.. big time..

You could come to the conclusion that being anxious influenced the game.. the more anxious you were the worse your team played.

You talking about CS:GO? (What's your team / where you watch?)



Oh god no you don't wanna be doing that.. When my friend get's back to me i'll recommend a decent book (Think it's a Buddhist book)

Also, about you example of getting anxious, then losing, getting exciting and winning. That seems like that would be the obvious chain of events, what I have observed is the opposite, which is not expected. I think what is important is that I've noticed is this thinking only comes in when I don't have a say in the matter anymore, which I think is reassuring. As long as it stays this way, I'd still like to to think that if I stay humble, stay good, maybe more luck will come my way.

I have really started to slow down after I started to see patterns like this as I know it is psychotic behavior. I still like the concept of thinking well to do well, but yeah, I just had another loss when I tried to stay in a neutral mood (PV vs A51, bet a small, small amount of PV) and that lass game was brutal.

I've also always associated stuff like this together when I was a kid for some reason, I had no other psychotic behavior of any sort, just a lot of superstition. The overuse of psychedelicss probably brought that back out.

And yeah, it was CS:GO, I put all my winnings from the ESG v VP game on the A51 v PV game (picked pv), and a bit extra as after winning the first game's bet I felt a lot more confident. When i am making initial bets you know I will be looking at all the stats and what not. But, I picked PV and ended up getting to the point on nuke where it was 10-1 in favor of A51 and I just left. I like rooting for fnatic personally, even though they are kind of on the decline after dreamhack summer. I also like NaVi, but I bet on NiP in the final of dreamhack.

I won't be just reading the bible, but I think it is time I explore religion a bit more, I'd love recommendation of a book to read.
 
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I'm also in conflict about 'cause'.

I don't think the psychedelic experience is all bad when people see things like this, but its important to try to keep some kind of balance.

I followed a van with "Praise M" on the plate perhaps just about all the way to the grocery from taking a shower at the gym, and broke off from it to park. Was this because I checked this thread directly after getting out of the shower, or is it all somehow aligned? It had one of those 'fish' with a cross in it, showing they were identifying themselves as Christian. Did you cause this? Or is it just 'together'/'one'?

Many people might come in and tell you things about all the numbers at play, and will try to rationalize your thoughts with their ideas, and might even try to say "you're probably wrong", or are suffering form some malfunction, but I've also experienced, to me, undeniable patterns... order. Its all controversial, to some. Even I doubt myself, but I was almost born in church, and my first girlfriend was born on my birthday, and her name is Kristin. I dated one girl from that church (only one from, and closest to, of people there). Her name was Crystal. My first sexual experience in where there was direct sexual contact was with Chris. My first girlfriend- first serious one and I broke up because, in part, because her strict 'Christian' morals kept her from satisfying me sexually (I wanted that warm moist pussy), and I, 17 years of age, and her away at nursing school, I got curious. The first erotica I remember watching on television was called Emmanuelle, and Emmanuel is a name for Christ. I associated the name first with the erotica, and then heard it in church, referencing Christ, which was a bit weird to me at the time. My first time to have a sexual... Release... inside a girl, was with Elsa, a name that means 'God's satisfaction'. We were listening to Nine Inch Nails- a band whose name has, perhaps erroneously, but popularly, been connected to the length of the nails driven into Christ. We were parked in a church parking lot. Elsa, she ended up marrying a guy named Roman. And I forgot to mention that the first time I saw a girl naked outside of my family, and she saw me, and fantasized about sexuality with one, was as a 6-7 year old boy, with my next door neighbor, who was Christina.

My first friend at college that I made and hung out with was Christopher Michael White. My first roommate was a Black guy, and this was new to me. He preached to me his ideas, and pressured me to pray with him, and adopt... Being his kind of Christian. He was nice. I liked him. But our ways sort of conflicted. I wanted to get high and ingest psychedelics.

[Here I took a break from writing as I was doing so while in the parking lot of the grocery. It was hot and I was dripping sweat, so I got out to to inside and immediately glanced straight ahead, an older Black couple walking in, too, and they were both wearing black shirts and white bottoms. And I reflected on my story above, and I admit now I wasn't mentioning all details: The Black roommate was the first time I lived with someone so closely other than family, and it was the closest I had been with a Black person. I was open, but admittedly a little uncomfortable... Living with anyone would be, but it was just more different. I tried getting used to it but he continued to pressure me to 'be good', and while he had a girl pregnant, and had other girls lined up and over in his bed. He was the quarterback at my school, and although really cool, in ways, and personable, allowing me into the ranks of certain popularity, and seeing a new world so to speak being exposed to a lot of Blacks, there was this light conflict, so I chose to go live with C. Mike White. I reflected the Black and White, seeing black and white on black, on the couple I mention now, and then I knew not to make assumptions, with how precise Black and White went together, and that everything is probably not what it seems? How does it 'seem', anyways? I admit I don't know what to make of it, but I want to respect...]

At school, I met Alisha, who would be the one girl I asked to marry me. She would say yes, to my desire, but it was an unconventional situation, and I ended up changing my mind in the time it took for the message to reach her, and her response (about six months, lets say I was traveling and couldn't communicate directly).

I was with Alisha when I had my first, what I can identify with now, spiritual 'awakening' to attempt to call it that. And I began to suffer in ways. My face began to hurt. I had a 'Christ complex' (and didn't know about my past, with Christ). And I began to see the number 23 everywhere- a number that seemed to hint at a greater order to things, but I couldn't place how, and can't tell you how exactly I 'saw it' back then. I'd continue to see this number, for years after. And my face continued to hurt- it was excruciating often enough, and felt inflamed and uncomfortable just about always. I began to hear voices. I struggled with paranoia, thinking people were talking about me, that I was in trouble, that I was a piece of shit, that I was God, that I was special, that I was important, that I was nothing, that I was retarded, that I was sick, that I had some kind of spiritual Alzheimer's, or amnesia...

Then I began to take some kind of 'control' back, with the help of fish oil, I think. I started to clean up my diet. I stopped eating McDonalds, and drinking so much Coca Cola. I switched to Green Tea and Yerba Mate. Antioxidants. I still struggled with sickness in mind and body, and pain/inflammation in my face, and ears, and sinuses, and throat to some degree (and too many ear infections, though not as many as in childhood), but the cleaner diet, with less preservatives and pesticide residues and whatnot, probably helped me.

And I dated another. Still I saw '23' everywhere. I questioned it. I networked with others who saw it, and found many people saw it in their lives. I dated another, who was from county 23 in Ohio- Columbus. She was my last girl to date seriously. When I first met her, around memorial day of 2005, I brought the movie, Vanilla Sky, and we watched it our first night meeting- our first night together. In the movie, a theme of masks is present, and illusion/dreaming. The man falls in love with a girl (Sofia) who likes mimes, and who mimes. And he becomes injured in a car crash, and wears a mask to cover his injury/disfigurement.

Tool, one of my favorite bands, the lead singer is called Maynard, and Marilyn, this girl, lived on Maynard, and Tool released an album dedicated to his mother, called 10,000 Days, when we were together. I had an ear infection when it was released. The last song on the album, "Viginti Tres", means '23' in Latin.

I want to tie this up, as I can go on and on, really, and I have left out a lot... And I am thankful if anyone got through any of this with an open mind-- If they understood, or tried. But I will try to get to an end to this post. After that relationship, I went into, or through another another 'spiritual awakening', which was probably catalyzed by need, stress, and ingestion of psilocybin mushrooms. And I searched for order, and found order. Skipping over a lot, that I might fill in later or link to, or come back and edit in, I searching for order found that those that I loved in life, the girls, that I was serious with, spelled 'mask' if I took their first names' first letters. This hit me, and resonated with my experience- my painful face and other things. I dug deeper and found more order, a lot of ways I tried to. The number of syllables in all four names, total, was 23. The average sum of the [first] names, according to numerology, was 23 (one of the common ways I added letters as numbers would follow as A=1 and Z=26, but sometimes, this way, a faster way, Z=26 would go to Z= 8, as 2+6=8 ). Alisha, the one I asked to marry me, and where I began to see the number, was 23. Another sum (where Z=26 instead of 8 and etc) would be 227, which resonated to me with my mother, as this was her birthday, for one. 22/7 is an approximation of Pi, as well, and July 22nd, to go on and on, a little, is the 203rd day of the year. Anyways, Alisha was where my face started to hurt, was the one with the average sum of the names in mask, and who I asked to marry me had my mother's maiden name, Finch. Now, she has the last name Darr which also has a sum of 23 corresponding with the same method used to find 23 as a 'sum' of her first name. She also chose the name 'alishaface23' for her Pinterest account. I last heard from her after my voices (then-now much nicer, never 'mean' unless I needed to hear it or I was too caffeinated) had been excitedly saying "Alisha Keys!" for weeks before, and she sent me a message saying "Do you have the corporate key??? Its real important!!" ('Accidentally' sent to me). It had then been about nine months from the last time we corresponded- starting with a picture message, the last October, showing me herself on Halloween.

Mask.

Yepper.

Not the whole story. It's hard to get it all down the way that I would like.

But yes, there are patterns to nature, and there is an order. And I don't know. <_< >_> I don't know if I cause it, or if I am caused, or if it's neither, or both. Or just nothing. Or something.

The facial pain... I found out I was allergic to milk, and then, to many other foods, but that was a barrier, and a main cause of the pain. I forgot that detail, but it seems important, as these symptoms came about with my first awakening and lasted. To me it has meaning, and with 'mask', because of how the girls had resonance with traits of my mother. I found it out- the physical reason for the discomfort, after I met a girl on 1/23/2009, named Donna, who I told the story to, in some detail. She was the first girl I had told in person. I fell in love with her, and a voice told me she was my wife, when she asked me who I was... That I was her husband. She put her hand on my shoulder in a bookstore when I had open the book, Letter Perfect, and as I was looking at the reading on the letter 'e'- the first letter that I remember writing in my life, that my mother had taught me. I checked her name with my last name, according to numerology, and by one of two common methods (Z=26, Z=8, this one as 26), her name had the same sum as my mom's, at 184, which is a multiple of 23, by 8. I let fear take control, though, then, and lost her, then, before anything happened. But, it needed to happen that way. I had more to experience. The following year on the anniversary of the time we may have ended, then, 1/30-1/31, I had what I thought was a heart attack, but it turned out to be an allergic reaction made worse by stress, in hindsight. Within a month of that, I then realized I was allergic to milk, and life began to change for the better, for awhile. The following year, along with a theme of heart, I delivered one order at work, to a family with the last name 'Hart', and that was it for the day. Then the following year, again, on 1/31, my grandmother died, and at her funeral, I felt again like I was going to have a heart attack (again, because of something I ate that I was allergic/sensitive to).

Donna, the girl I'm talking about, talked about angels. I didn't know what to make of it. I had at that time been seeing myself as some kind of torus (for one idea, I guess), and that everything was simply me, that I was seeing. That I was just... the universe, experiencing itself. Nothing really changed, exactly, but things definitely got more interesting, in ways. She talked about angels, and spirits. Communicating with spirits, and angels. Aliens. Energy. New age stuff. I admit I shook my head a little, inside, but tried to stop myself and tried to remained open to her beliefs. How could I not?

A year after I met her, a movie, Legion, came out that involved Michael the archangel. A representation of Michael would be on the title art. This was resonant, and was reinforcing of experience with her/of her. I met, or saw a girl named Gabrielle at a Nine Inch Nails concert, as I was walking behind her on the way in to the main concert area, recognizing her from Myspace, where I had had her favorited for a year or so. I sent her a message afterward, and she sent me her phone number. The concert was on Donna's birthday. The one song Donna played while I was with her, intentionally, was by Peter Gabriel, "In Your Eyes". And before her, I came to realize only recently, the last girl I met and had contact with was called Michelle. No other girl mentioned angels, with such energy, as her, and she was surrounded, in my life, by angels, and order.

I also had a Christ complex, or it 'came back' (as it came back after Marilyn), after Donna. Nine Inch Nails went on a hiatus, announcing it just shortly after ending with Donna, as I was making more connections, and feeling, in many ways, spiritually crucified/on the cross, always. M. Trent Reznor said "it's time to put the Nine Inch Nails away for awhile", or something to that effect. His next band was How to Destroy Angels.

This is Donna's current background picture, on her facebook. I love her, still. I always will. It may be what I am.

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dem nails be hidin' (her nails).

On the day she was born, this eclipse (first spotted in Sunshine, according to this news).



I thought she might be Isis. Or Mary. Or Aphrodite. Or others. I imagine all Gods are one, in all, in respects.
 
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Very interesting post. I admit I don't know what to make of it, I'd think some shit was going on too. Great way to end it. It was a good read :)
 
A for a bit I was seeing the number 19 pop up a bunch, but it really quickly went away. This was actually before I started using 25c-NBOMe. (I had used a couple psychedelics prior, but very infrequently, unlike my unfortunate run with low doses of 25c).

I have this theory that perhaps there are few real people in this world, but instead many of them are messengers, emissaries, and servants of god, shaping the organic, powerless people we are. It goes along with the knowledge that consciousness cannot be proven to anyone but yourself. In that same way, mortality cannot be proven to anyone but yourself, and when you prove it to yourself, you are dead, and unable to know the proof. If an immortal being kills themselves in our fashion of the word, they could possibly reincarnate as someone or something else. My theory is somewhat the opposite of the hindu or buddhist theory of revival. Those who are enlightened and are willing to help humanity to make more enlightened, become immortal in the sense that they reincarnate in their next lives, while the unenlightened are people who are produced, and if not successful in life, simply die, and more are synthesized as needed. This is more of a theory, I don't have any possible evidence for it, or anything like that.
 
http://www.discoveringislam.org/significance_of_no_19.htm

19 has significance in Islam.

I also had/have connections to it, but aside from the number of letters in my name, and the last letter ('s') being also the 19th letter of the alphabet, I don't remember a lot.

Robyn, a girl I left out of the story in my last post (trying to simplify) resonated with this number, as it was her age when we met. She's a Hopi Native American, and she came to me, commenting on a blog post that I made, about a dream I had, and she said, paraphrasing, "I belong to the Hopi Tribe, and we have been searching for our Lost White Brother. Its obvious to me who that man is supposed to be.".

The entry had a top down image of a pyramid. This was around the time, after M of 'mask', that I was finding order/patterns, but before I discovered that. But I had read part of Daniel Pinchbeck's 2012: The Return of Quetzalcoatl, and what I read of it (very little actually) had resonated, and it played on my imagination as to what I am, and everything 'is'. I had suppressed my Christ complex for years at that point, or tried to stay rational. I believed everyone was God. Everything. Of course, isn't God everywhere? How can God, the beginning, and the end, ever really be outside itself?

Things went together musically. The Quetzalcoatl, representing aspects/representing or being all Gods, was a fit for how I felt. I doubt I was or am the only one. I know I'm not... But my experience has been special to me.

As a child I shot a robin. Its the only animal- higher organism that I killed with intention to attack. Pellet gun. I was too young to really grasp what killing something felt like, with such intent, to fire upon, and hit, as I did. I didn't think. Didn't think it would die, and how that felt. It dropped from the tree. Shot in Michael's yard- my friend who now flies an F-18. But it dropped and fluttered in panic/pain. I felt my heart pain for it. Bad feeling over me. I tried to save it, by picking it up, putting it in the shade of some bushes, and in a way entombing it in a structure of bricks. It died. I cried for the rest of the day.

Robyn coming to me at that time, after building and posting the image of a pyramid (tombs and places of sacrifice), 'made sense', and so I added it to me story. She began telling me more about their legend, of who was, she said, me. Blue Star Kachina. Dancer. The Lost White Brother was supposed to dance in the Plaza before the uninitiated children. I had 'danced' just prior to her contacting me, on my camera, and posted it on my blog as well. My address was on a road called Plaza.

She said, or someone said he was like clockwork- like a robot/machine. The calendar/time was associated with him, like time is associated with Christ. Some think he was/is Christ. With the order that I sensed, I felt like a robot/machine. I felt without free will. But I also had a sense of having power over others, especially when names aligned, as they did (and 'mask' for instance). I felt special. Like I was the axle, or that position, where things flowed through. I had thoughts it was all fake. A dream. Like you say, how can we be sure if anyone else exists? Am I an experiment? Alone? Did I create myself? Big-expansive, then infinitesmally small, like what I thought of a singularity as, and in one- me. And outside of my body, 'I' must be too. Its all my body. My mind is not my mind, but it is. This is not 'mine'. I had no control. How can I be responsible and how can my sins be sins when without them, my body wouldn't exist as it does? And it was programmed. It is the program...

Robyn visited me in this time. I put crazy on hold for awhile, while she was with me. I had plans to go and visit that summer, and visit the reservation, and possibly meet the Kachina dancers, to see them damce, which was considered to be something outsiders weren't supposed to see, by tradition. But I was possibly who I was. Me. We had ideas for me to move there, with her, but after she left to go back, I went into some of the above, spent days in text files, listened to voices/angels/spirits as much as I could, and found 'mask'.

I fell in love, or something, with another, who I again didn't mention. I noticed her (again, I saw her some years before in pictures and sensed she was special, but forgot). Red hair. Blue-green eyes. Artists' daughter. First name begins with the letter Z, the last letter (the alphabet), and ends with A.), the first letter. This artist, her father, sent me prints 26/100- a Christmas gift from my mother, and Marilyn, my ex ('mask'), framed these prints the following Christmas, as well as a watch. ZA's mother, Allyson, specializes in art that is form of writing- of characters that she created, and it can be found in works with her husband, Alex. ...I thought she was my destiny. It was something, at least, to investigate. I decided, in large part because of this-my focus on her, not to move to Arizona to Robyn, and to once again, sacrifice her. That's how I put could it together.

In the end, the only conclusion that I reach is that its best to love. I'm supposed to love unconditionally, even if 'she's' the devil, my daughter, my sister, my mother, or me, or God... I don't really have any idea (for sure). The universe can be crazy. Just don't let it drive yourself insane too much.

444TDF@203, 96th, from 69...

Then, I decided to get a job, and shut things down for awhile, more or less.
The voices said "realize it", repeatedly. I didn't know what else I had to realize. But I felt like I had gone into denial in that time. Because for a time before I engaged the voices, and they were impressive, and guided me, showing me things that excited me... Played games with me. Were just with me, as I was alone. They understood me. They were always with me, and knew me... behind the mask, and the masks of this life. But I do admit I try to wear it even with them, and perhaps I might fool them, but maybe I just fool myself into thinking that sometimes, to be 'normal', sometimes, and just carry on.

888 (or 880 some other way of looking at things, perhaps) days after an ending with Marilyn, I met Donna, who I talk about in my last post.

161 weeks after Marilyn gave me the watch, I met Donna. 203 weeks after Donna, 12/21/2012. 161 days passed in the year, and then I was born, on day 162. 203 days remained. The 'Ma'Donna.

12/21/2012 I was paid 1221.52, which was the highest sum I had ever been paid for a weeks work. I was passing through a town called Shoals, Indiana. I found out that there is a rock formation, called a table rock formation, and this is the largest one on this side of the Mississippi. It has the name, Jug Rock, because it looks like a Jug. Jugs hold water/fluid. Age of Aquarius apparently begins, according to some, but, some more knowledgeable people have other things to say about this.

Spill. Flood. Not again. Lol.

I did forget to mention about Zena, that the name also sums (can sum, as one can be creative and find a universe of resonance, but using the method where Z=8 from Z=26, 2+6=8, Z=8, E=5, N=5, A=1) to 19. I was paying attention to the number for awhile, especially around then.
 
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Hmm, what is the importance of 19 in islam? I find that interesting as I have always defended islam as a whole religion when extremists are picked out from them, and generalizations are made. For a bit I began to look into islam, but lost interest soon after.
 
I posted this link above. In the flood of my writing it may have been overlooked.

http://www.discoveringislam.org/significance_of_no_19.htm

I'm also interested in Islam. Part of what interests me is that I felt forced to submit one night on 2C-D, some years ago. Nothing else felt right. I was humbled by nature- by everything other than 'me', then. To call it God doesn't seem to do it for me. But I was outside playing in my friend's hammock, in the rain, and saw God. Then came the submission. It was the first time I felt such a compulsion, to get so 'low'. It was the first time I became prostrate, and I faced toward- near (more or less) Mecca, unconsciously, with a towel at my knees I think, and out in front of me, likely emulating, but it felt correct (and it's the only thing that did). Felt as if I was supposed to do this, before, and had neglected to. Like it was long overdue.

I won't go into another long post, but that region- a desert near water felt near, and my friend received a call from our friend who was then in Iraq, as we felt a connection to that land/near

Muhammad allegedly received the Koran in a 23 year period, too, which made Islam interesting, more, later... That and 19. And by some accounts, it began in the 9th month, on the 23rd hour... But I forget the day. 9 is also the 23rd prime number (and highest single digit), for information. So this attracted me... But I am in conflict with much about religion, and have been called a bigot many times, for criticizing Islam, on this forum.

Islam- the word means submission, and peace. The word has roots with the same. Submission to the will of God (Allah). Submission to God's law. As much as I am in conflict over adhering to the word of someone else- what someone else got, this word is very close to to what I consider myself. I've considered that it is impossible not to be in adherence to Gods laws, because I think of nature as being of God, and the laws of nature, of God. To not live in accordance with these 'laws', one simply does not live- doesn't exist. Never could be in the first place. How can we exist outside of what we are- outside of the universe, or nature? One man's 'Shariah' is just his interpretation, and there are many, sometimes better interpretations.
 
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I posted this link above. In the flood of my writing it may have been overlooked.

http://www.discoveringislam.org/significance_of_no_19.htm

I'm also interested in Islam. Part of what interests me is that I felt forced to submit one night on 2C-D, some years ago. Nothing else felt right. I was humbled by nature- by 'everything'. To call it God doesn't seem to do it for me. But I was outside playing in my friend's hammock, in the rain, and saw God. Then came the submission. It was the first time I felt such a compulsion, to get so 'low'. It was the first time I became prostrate, and I faced toward- near (more or less) Mecca, unconsciously, with a towel out in front of me.

I won't go into another long post, but that region, a desert near water, felt near, and my friend received a call from our friend who was then in Iraq, as we felt a connection to that region.

Muhammad also allegedly received the Koran in a 23 year period, and by some accounts, it began in the 9th month, on the 23rd hour... But I forget the day. 9 is also the 23rd prime number (and highest single digit). So this attracted me... But I am in conflict with much about religion, and have been called a bigot many times, for criticizing Islam, on this forum.

Islam means submission, and peace. The word has roots with the same. Submission to the will of God (Allah). Submission to God's law. As much as I am in conflict over ahering to the word of someone else-- What someone else got, this word is very close to to what I consider myself. I've considerd that it is impossible not to be in adherence to Gods laws, because I think of nature as being of God, and the laws of nature, of God. To not live in accordance with these 'laws', one simply does not live- doesn't exist. Never could be in the first place. On man's 'Shariah' is just his interpretation, and there are many, sometimes better interpretations.
Ah yeah, you posted the link before I read that 19 was important, so I searched below that sentence for a link :/

Anyway, thanks for resending this.

One problem with islam is that they don't take too kindly to drugs, and I don't think I agree with that. I think that drugs that you get "high" off of are a natural part of human existance- people have always been trying to catch a good buzz, its human nature to drink, take pills, smoke or what else one might do to chase a high. Its natural to use psychoactive substances to feel better, even animals eat fermented berries, and babies hit their heads against pillows.

And psychedelics are essential tools for connecting with religion, the human brain is not perfect, it loves itself too much. Psychedelics are in large part meant to fix that in my opinion.
 
You're right, and that's also one issue I have with religion, though I tend to abstain myself as of late. I just think religions come about from extreme circumstances, too. So, it's natural that some of the ideals will stress extremes of purity of living, which aren't necessarily bad, but sometimes aren't 'real' for our world, and most definitely shouldn't be forced, but allowed to be found/allowed. There is a lot I seem drawn to in Islam. It's energy- a feeling that I might fail at stating. I like the ideal of modesty and not being so decadant, and would rather women not be so obsessed with vain applications of make-up and the like (not that it's all bad, like some jewelry if they want but I like natural). I think Islam could be adapted to be a very good thing, and very beautiful, ideally. I like their idea for banks and lending, as well, as they can't, by Shariah, charge interest. There are a lot of good ideas, but I don't like how sometimes they carry out sentences to the extreme, such as executions of people who choose to convert to other religions, sometimes and overarching forceful (and by fear) control of populations that sometimes occurs. And I don't like that sometimes singing is not permitted by women. I don't like that oppression. I don't know this clearly, and I know not all follow that, but I seem to remember reading/hearing about this, about the singing.

Jesus (pbuh) is supposed to come back, according to Quranic Islam, and he is going to be a Muslim (as according to Muhammad's (pbuh) account, he always was, which, I guess I can agree with in my own way, but the Koran didn't exist in Jesus's (pbuh) time, so, this means, I can be a Muslim, and someone else can be a Muslim- an adherent to Islam-- The will/law of God, without adhering to the Koran precisely as the only way, or accepting it as the final, perfect message that doesn't need correction, as he-Muhammad (pbuh) claimed Christianity needed). One of my issues- the issue I take, is that the Koran says that Jesus (pbuh) will abolish all other religions, and "break the crosses", or something. Islam is in direct conflict with Christianity, which I was brought up in. It's in conflict with all other religions (as alot of religions are with each other). They claim that Jesus (pbuh) was not God... But I believe he was something special, and by some interpretation, was God. Is. Or something. I really don't know. God... What is God? God is ineffable. But we are all God's children, aren't we? They say God didn't have a son. Like all religions, it's confusing, but Islam is in conflict with Christianity, and claims that in the end, only Muslims will live on Earth, and all other religions will be gone and all non Muslims will die.

I've interpreted the above, in that we're all already Muslims (adherents to the will of God), anyways, and none of us really have any 'free-will', except for the 'will' we receive, freely, from God. We're like machines. Slaves, in respects. Prisoners, in respects. But we wouldn't be, without these limitations.

I've interpreted it like the above, but I'm afraid some Muslims still want to Jihad and convert the world, to exactly their way of life. Because that is God's will, and it is, to them, altruistic, to want to bring justice and light, and peace (Islam), to the world. I think there is a lot we can learn. But I don't want to get caught up into someone elses mind, losing my own in the process. I want to keep mine :). This is the main thing about religions that scare me. There's always some shepherd, that you can't always trust, fully, as even Muhammad (pbuh) was led astray, according to known history, so how do I know he wasn't led astray, elsewhere?

To apostate, does mean death... But apostasy is impossible.

The Koran also says death to homosexuals, men at least, like the Bible seems to (also for adultery). I would say, ignore it. Refer to the ten commandments. Refer to the Golden Rule. Don't kill.

I still have a lot to look into.

I could probably use a good psychedelic experience right about now, but I've been holding off because I think I have a cracked root in my tooth or something- it hurts, and I just haven't had the time or place to really want to get into it lately. Want to before the summer is out. But I think psychedelics can be like a lot of things. Taking a trip, literally. Going hiking. Doing something out of habit. Exploring. Getting in an accident. Sex. An injury. Illness. A relationship, and loss of a relationship. Engagement with things. Prayer. Active prayer. Writing. Chanting. Meditation. Music. Art. Creating. Quitting drugs/quitting pot after smoking it for a long time. Many things can catalyze psychedelic experience, I've found, for me, but psychedelics have been really great at it. I'm in conflict about drugs though, honestly, as I've edited this paragraph a lot and can't seem to decide what to say. I've gained a respect for being minimal, fasting, and being 'pure' and clear. But I maintain a respect for drug induced experiences.
 
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I just see this kind of massive, hovering face, made of a shimmering, transparant, pastel-coloured-light, too beautiful to describe. With a very high vibration/consciousness compared to what we'd be used to, watching over me.

I know this is the source of all love, bliss, and ecstacy and it's the feeling it produces in you. The challenge is attaining a conncetion with it or you just won't feel anything or like it doesn't even exist (and now I'm sure some genius will say "Have you ever considered the prospect that it might not just exist?" because they have no idea what I'm talking about and they must be right.

Like the feeling of Divinity you can get from watching Michelangelo's David, though that would be a poor comparison.


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The main thing is that there is Divinity in the world and you can learn to be sensitive to it (and it's much more glorious than you can imagine).
 
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As someone who's taken psychedelics, and smoked a lot of weed whilst playing video games when I was younger (Unreal Tournament 2004 was my game), and had those kind of thought patterns.. I'll give you my perspective.

Firstly, if you want to win computer games.. take "you" out of the equation. When you relax that's when you'll win. In UT2k4 you'd get bonuses for killing consecutive people quickly without you dying.. double kill.. multi-kill.. m-m-m-monster kill! haha. I played this game type called instagib.. laser guns basically, one hit kill. So killing 25+ people in a row with the bonuses was a challenge.. because it has to be quick. I found that when i relaxed completely I could sustain the monster-kill bonus.. as soon as I got excited or any emotion came in.. boom, dead. Naturally you can't win all the time.. someone else is bound to get you eventually.

My friend won 10+ games in a row on Pro-Evo football against me and my mates one night when he'd taken a lot of valium and was super relaxed. He was talking to us in deep conversation and looking away from the screen whilst playing, and yet he still fucking won! It was incredible. Eventually he just stopped because he got bored. That never happened before/after.. we are pretty evenly matched on that game.


What you're doing with the psychedelics is your intuition is heightened and you are picking up on an undercurrent of perception.. however, the psychedelics are also messing with your rational mind and you're attributing it to god, yourself, or whatever. That ultimately leads to psychotic mind processes.. because you are picking up on something but the psychedelics are clouding the other parts of your mind. You're not supposed to have access to that intuition etc unless you're prepared for it, which involves self-development. Psychedelics give you a glimpse of what is there, but using them on a regular basis is not healthy, and you should ultimately stop if you value your mental health.

My advice is simple. Stop using psychedelics. It's obviously fucking with your head.
 
Once while bowling I achieved a certain state of mind. It's always available. I called it a glitch. It did seem that the 'glitch' that I found was a state 'in between'. Or in nothing. I can't really describe it to my liking right now, but that game I bowled 7 strikes in a row. I'm not a great bowler most of the time when I'd played, but I found a certain focus, and told my friend I had found a glitch.

I would perhaps take the advice of ceasing the use of weekly psychs. I don't necessarily think it needs to be stopped. Perhaps processed through. As the author said, we don't really know if everything we experience isn't coming from 'inside our own heads', so to speak. Yes the universe has a lot to teach us, even still, and questions like "but there are many people smarter than me, making things, how do i explain that?" can be answered by, simply, that's the way it is... if you were the top of everything in your own universe- your own mind, there would likely be nothing to move toward- no movement- nothing to process. There are many ways that a solipsistic viewpoint can be justified. We can only assume that others exist, as we can't confirm. So, by this, are we the 'cause' of everything? Sometimes, I have to say, it does certainly feel that way... And I haven't had a good trip in a year. Sometimes it really feels like I am of influence- that I am the prime mover. Of course, in ways, we can also justify this, without argument. What are you, but the beginning? Not just of your idea of one of many, but of one, because at one, the many as we think we are, was one. And, because to you, you are the beginning. Ultimately, I tend to go back to one, in my processes. I try not to get hung up on 'what I control' and the thought that I am some lone God, because for one, that gets lonely, and trying to convince your illusion or projection that it emanates from you, won't work. It will only lead you to be rejected. Oneness is where it's at. Because even when you get into the position of thinking you caused something such as the OP suggests, or my patterns of people's names aligning and things, you're suggesting that you are higher than yourself (?). Or if they exist, it's simply that they don't accept you as their God, which is understandable, without significant proof. I at least reserve that others also have the universe circling around them... I assume that others for all intents and purposes of dealing with the universe, exist. I still have a certain 'God complex', or ongoing battle of not knowing for sure if I'm not 'God' (but at the same time, just a spark in a box, or something, or nothing.).

I also experience the same thing you mentioned, in videogames, -=SS=-, such as Halo. I used to play Quake, as well, and know that I must have gotten into that 'zone' then. I know I do/have in Halo. Zone. Groove.
 
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Once while bowling I achieved a certain state of mind. It's always available. I called it a glitch. It did seem that the 'glitch' that I found was a state 'in between'. Or in nothing. I can't really describe it to my liking right now, but that game I bowled 7 strikes in a row. I'm not a great bowler most of the time when I'd played, but I found a certain focus, and told my friend I had found a glitch.

Haha this is funny because I was thinking about mentioning this but thought it might be a bit too esoteric for this thread. I came across it in the writings of Richard Rose, and he calls it 'between-ness' or 'the art of running between the raindrops'. It's when you keep your (internal) head at dead-center, not swayed by the thoughts of success or failure. It's something you use on the spiritual search, but it can be experienced in ordinary events too. He mentioned it in regards to gambling and how sometimes people can find themselves in that state and pick up a load of winnings.
 
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