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James.k.Polk wrote:theIllustriousDrGonzo wrote:\James.k.Polk wrote:theIllustriousDrGonzo wrote:Been seeing and experiencing weird shit my whole life Polk. I feel your theory is true. Some people draw certain things, others do not. As for my weekend I worked. So behind on personal work and the night job has been a pain in the ass lately. On the up and up I am traveling to NC this Thursday for the weekend to visit my cousin and his family. I am looking forward to it, as I can really go for the change of scenery. Also Godzilactus releases this Sat. So I expect you to all see it.
Alas. Confirmation that I'll always be one of the mundanes.
N the other hand. My high school buddies and I did experience some madly spooky shit some thirty years ago. I attributed much of it to one of my friends being a bit of a trickster, but he swore years later that wasn't the case.
As for drawing certain things. I'm not sure if that's a typo or if you're suggesting having a kooky imagination is part of the phenomenon.
I meant some people are more open to see/experience certain things than others.
My impression is that it's not about being "open". It's about not having the sensory apparatus to detect it. A blind man can't become more open to seeing, for example.
I think that being open helps enhance whatever inborn receptivity one already has to weirdness. Some people are more naturally "tuned in" to that frequency and are magnets for weirdness.
James.k.Polk wrote:Patch wrote:James.k.Polk wrote:
As for me, I don't think moving to the desert would make a difference. My personal theory is that some people live in a world where UFOs and mothMen are things, and some other people do not. If you don't see bigfoot, then it is likely that you *can't* see bigfoot. He will never come up to my back door and ask if I can share any salt.
I remember when I was a kid and saw a magician do tricks and I was in awe. The same magic applied to Santa Clause and the Easter bunny. Then later as the world grew cynical around me and I learned the truth behind the magic of youth, I held on to the belief that there is still a mystery to the world that people choose to, or are pressured by normalcy, to ignore. I dug into it in my 20's reading about astral projection, practicing Zen meditation, studying different religions, using breathing technics and body language to influence others. It was all fascinating.
I would notice things that others would dismiss as coincidence or luck. I didn't buy it. There was something deeper.
After years of this belief, I let it all go. Not by choice, I just noticed it was gone one day. I accepted that I had been foolish to hold on to it for half a century. I went about the next few months with a belief in nothing. There was an emptiness inside me. I couldn't trust my gut anymore. You know that feeling when you are playing basketball and you throw up that crazy hook shot that has no business going in, but you knew you would make it anyway. Where before it felt like I could almost "will" that to happen, I had nothing. I didn't sink into a depression, but there was less desire inside me.
A few weeks ago, I embraced the mystery again. It has been a part of me for so long, I felt empty without it. I dove back into a the belief, that there was more to the world, if I choose to believe it. I went into a store and picked a lottery ticket that was calling out to me and won $30. I had not won on a scratch off in months. I cooked hot dogs on the griddle waved my hand over the top of them and they rolled whichever way I passed my hand. Sure the blistering skin on the dogs makes them move, but still, with a wave of my hand all 8 rolled the direction I wanted, then back again. When left alone they just wiggled. It was an old trick I have done for years. the kids loved it. I can't explain how it works, beyond it works. (lamest super power ever)
So I'm with you Polk. If you believe you will see. If you don't you wont.
see, I agree with that theory.... to a point.
But recently we've had a bunch of new-agey people philosophizing that one can "visualize" the thing one wants, and as long as our thoughts are positive and our meditations consistent enough, that whatever that *thing* is will come to pass.
That particular philosophy smacks of elitism to me.
"Oh, sorry you're not successful in your job, love life, or elsewhere. You must just not *want* to succeed enough..."
While I can agree that having a positive outlook is a big part of success, there are a lot of people who are never financially successful despite working hard and doing the right things.
When I was in college there was a radio advice lady show in OKlahoma City radio. One of her big advices to her callers was that if you are nearsighted and need glasses, it is probably because as a kid you were abused. See, you *can't see* because you *don't want to see* and if you could just put childhood trauma behind you, your vision would be 20/20.
You've got a point on the over emphasis of positive thinking. One of the pitfalls of being into the paranormal/weirdness is that it's very easy to encounter flaky goofballs who sincerely believe a lot of bullshit.
That said, I agree with Parch about the need to embrace mystery. Over the years my receptivity has fluctuated. I've sometimes felt a high level of seeing a glimpse of the wider, weirder world for a few years, and then felt more like some delusional putz who can't accept the limitations of "reality" very well. Times when I've closed myself off completely to strangeness and tried to accept a completely mundane view of life, I've felt emptier.
At this point, I'd describe myself as the seemingly paradoxical mix of being an atheist who believes in magic. I'm not 100% convinced that there's no god, I just don't find any of the proposed beliefs of what he/it is to be convincing, and the idea of a universe without a god seems no less explicable or believable to me than a universe with one. At the same time, I feel like there's a sort of shared mental space that humans can reach where we see a wider perspective of reality and can influence how we interact with it.
James.k.Polk wrote:That feeling of glimpsing something bigger, and more connected...
who here has experienced this on a large scale. I know for a fact that there was a time-- I do not know exactly when it was, I was probably in high school, when I was suddenly struck with a realization of *all* the connections? It was like suddenly being in resonance with the native vibrations of the Universe. Suddenly it all made sense. All of the triumphs, conflicts, failures, joys and miseries of the world suddenly made sense as part of a glorious single Thing.
The feeling lasts for maybe a half a second and then the resonance diverges. The Understanding of it all is lost, and you're left with a feeling of profound loss.
No, I was not smoking weed at the time.
James.k.Polk wrote:theIllustriousDrGonzo wrote:James.k.Polk wrote:theIllustriousDrGonzo wrote:James.k.Polk wrote:
No, I was not smoking weed at the time.
Lies.
Be honest, Gonzo.
You know what I'm trying to describe, don't you?
It happened to you, too.
Yes, but usually mushrooms were involved. Except each time I come back with another tiny piece of the puzzle.
I'm going to go ahead and say that counts. If you ever come to Texas I want you to bring me a tiny piece of mushroom.
I have definitely felt what you're talking about, and while those feelings have sometimes happened when sober, they've been stronger when stoned or on shrooms. I'd love to try DMT someday, because I've heard there's a really profound experience to be had.
Patch wrote:theIllustriousDrGonzo wrote:
HAH.
I am not traveling to racist texas with drugs.
I don't find Texas to be racist, but I would advice against carrying drugs. That said, I know nothing of shrooms, couldn't you just get some grocery shrooms, stuff then in the bottom the same carton along with other groceries? I wouldn't try it but it does seem to be one of the easier drugs to move around.
I don't know that I'd ever have the balls to bring shrooms with me to Texas, but if you ever come out to Oregon I'll get some and we can go out into the woods.
