Do you remember the first time...
When it all came together, upon exploding apart from the singularity?
When God was looked direct in the eyes, and what was seen was yourself?
Did you remember that we had all forgotten...
The we are but a self-executing, self-amending program - the carriers of an evolving genetic code, expressing itself in countless forms, each translating but a fragment of infinity through the senses into an experience of a life unfolding in a minute timeline?
That we are in a matrix which is but the construct of these genetic vehicles we travel through time in on this earth place?
Did you forget your immortality in the crevices between veils concealing the whole?
art credit: Samuel Farrand
Did you awaken to this dream, recalling where it was we came from?
Did the shifting sands of time distract from the vantage point where the boundaries between the states fade?
The mysteries of the universe, awaiting to be unlocked via the pineal. Gamma.
Or were they already unlocked, and it is our time to serve compressing them back into a perfect whole?
The secrets of time and space, encoded in our DNA. And yet we think Google is God.
But we digress...
Into form, decaying and reforming...
Into thought, cryastalizing and dispersing...
Into emotion, cycling through seasons with the tides of stars birthed and burning out...
Do you remember?
Or did we agree to forget, because it’d make the rediscovery all that more fun...?
How time flies... and stands still...
Moving through dimensions we’ve forgotten, travelling between merging fields in which everything exists awaiting our interpretation to solidify the images upon our consciousness’ screen.
Divisions between absolute and relative, up and down, blurring through the expansion of frame. Until the realization we are the frame.
Moldable. Updatable. Epigenetic art, we are.
Reshaping the frame, changing the picture...
Reality architects.
Do you remember...?
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oh this sends shivers down my spine. perhaps another trip in a couple of years.. hahah
Hehe. :-)
I love this line. Though there are many deceptive forces that have intentionally hid this part of ourselves, I choose this view. And I embrace the gift that is this experience, for we are still in the minority of humans who have witnessed the bardo prior to dying.
Wow. What an article. The question is do we collectively remember!
I don’t think so!
I remember on a fairly regular basis...
Amazingly centering, eye opening, regularly unique in a familiar way, and relaxing.
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I remember...
I agree
0,1,1,2,3,5,8,13.....and on and on we go
I would’ve guessed you would. ;-)
Lol
Funny
very beautiful masterpiece
This post remembers the origin from which we are, very inspiring. Thank you @rok-sivante.
I remember. But I agree with this statement fully:
This realm is interesting in that we experience a more static form. There's a consistent frame of reference to experience, as opposed to a constant swirl and shape-shifting infinities.
I don't believe one is better than the other. They just are.
But I do suppose there is a point where one has had enough of one.
And is ready to transition into another.
Thank God we have ayahuasca to remind us til then ;-)
I appreciate you @rok-sivante! Would love to hear your thoughts regarding my recent post about the power of perception: How To Use the Google Search Engine Of Your Mind To Find What You Want Most In Life
Will never try but it is fascinating to hear such accounts
Oh, but you have, as you are a production unit of it... ;-)
That is a hilarious way to look at it. Wonder that people who see visions and things have a higher local or circulating level of it?. I will have to research it.
A humble try to lift the curtains of reality ...to peek into the dance of geometry that created the universe.......well it has a philosophical touch......a magnet....enjoyed reading it
Words can't do it justice...
No, actually I do not remember :)
As I constantly construct my reality - and saying this is an idea I got from somewhere else - I find humans always on the hunt for something spectacular, something unusual and breaking routines. I am filled with pictures with super heroes, super experiences, mighty forms and expressions, high flying ideas and "great questions".
Sometimes I am so tired of this.
So as you caught me in that kind of mood, I'd like to throw at you, that life is more often a string of habits and events and accepting this banality is one of the most difficult challenges of all. There's no point at all.
I only write this because, like everyone else, I only want to experience a thrill, even if it's just writing in the hope of a reaction.
No, there's no memory. There's just a childishly naïve hope for something to catch and comfort me after my death. Something higher and bigger than me. I say this in a somewhat sarcastic tone, because I think that we are all such adventure junkies. Either we use the physical world for this or our inner space. If we really made divine experiences, I'm sure we wouldn't necessarily have to share them.
Well, excuse me, but you just got my critic. No offense, I hope.
... ah, just don't take me serious.
You might wanna look into partaking in some psychedelics... ;-)
damn, I knew it coming ;-)
I agree ! 🐲🐲🐲
"Did you awaken to this dream, recalling where it was we came from?
Did the shifting sands of time distract from the vantage point where the boundaries between the states fade?
The mysteries of the universe, awaiting to be unlocked via the pineal. Gamma.
Or were they already unlocked, and it is our time to serve compressing them back into a perfect whole?
The secrets of time and space, encoded in our DNA. And yet we think Google is God."
Wow. That is some powerful stuff right there.. The matrix is lifting it's veils. You've got a new follower! Feel free to check out my blog as well. I just made a short (but hopefully entertaining) piece on psilocybin. :-)
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DMT the spirit 'molecule'. The 'psychedelic' running our minds.
The recent (in my opinion) increased push of it's use (every form, even swallowing a pineal gland whole I heard somewhere conspiratorial I would think) and the scientific description, of what could well be the essence of reality, as a simple molecule (now in smokeable form, how shamanic!), reminds me of the LSD push we have witnessed before.
This time though the 'drug' happens to be a vital part of the brain chemistry which is possibly the afterlife (the brain doesn't die instantly and likely before the DMT is released). The psychedelic experiences with much tamer 'sacred' plants can, if you do it right (or wrong?), kill that pesky ego until time is irrelevant.
That's until you hopefully come back and five minutes of reality time translates into thousands of years of watching the building of yourself and the universe. Fun? Maybe if you are dead and in need of a little time dilation...
Well I may or may not be speaking from experience but repeated dosing leads to decreased effect (although the brains reality wall gets hammered through until reality is a constant micro dose). I can see many problems ahead with recreational use of reality, even if the worst would be a rubbish death due to tolerance... That would be a major downer if the internal vehicle waiting to take you to the afterlife had run out of gas...
I'm not telling anyone what to do or take. One thing I can say is I am not a hypocrite, having ignored every person who tried to tell me not to take something, I realise it is a pointless exercise and experience is the only way to realise what you didn't want to do albeit too late. However I would like to point out the difference between a drug and a barely understood but necessary (vital?) part of everyone's brain chemistry.
DMT is released not only at death but childbirth and may even play a role in our dreams. Ya know, just the important metaphysical stuff... Don't get high on your brain supply? Or do, just a trip report written postmortem is so far not possible.
Ah I think I am finally that old guy who would be a buzz kill if you asked anything on forums. Feels surprisingly good...
ha ha.
Indeed, we are the production factory.
As for the externalized sources... tools. May be used or abused. There are risks and rewards, and it is always a personal choice as to what tools a man/woman utilizes in their own pursuits of self-discovery and consciousness expansion - though such are surely ones best used with a significant degree of responsibility, diligence, and care, if chosen...
I DO REMEMBER!
Great poem. Confusing though. Had to re read.
The illusion of reality feels so real
that its hard not to get caught up in it
to believe in it.
Sometimes i need to be reminded.
I find DMT to be quite fascinating.
Great post. It really speaks to me
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I remember far beyond the walls of the past, when we choose to believe what we feel is right but not what is truly right
I remember as memories strides into the vacuum of time and we rediscover our place in our creator
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sooooo deep.
i love it
awesome post!
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beautifully written man, bravo i loved it
Great article - happy to have stumbled upon it. I love experiencing these states. Looking forward to more. Followed :)