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I can’t tell you how many times the concept of this story has run across my mind. I’m a bit relieved to know I’m not the only one. No one really knows for sure, there are things out there that we just cannot comprehend.
When I had my most ludicrous peaks on mushrooms, I talked to God. I never would have believed. When I asked him questions, it was I who answered. I knew that I was God. It was a feeling that I could not explain. It did not make sense to me until I read this story.
I think it is logical. If you remain objective.
This is one of the best things I’ve read in a long time, the wholeness of experiencing every single thought, feeling every emotion, the lowest and the highest is truly to me what makes a god. I also like to think that this is true and the guy who wrote it was actually the one person meant to remember that encounter and share it with the world, remembering it on a subconcious level and pulling it out of the ether of a creative mind.
read this stoned off my ass the first time, blew me away! then realized that your incarnations are not limited to this planet alone, and that there are endless amounts of other planets and civilizations to incarnate on. FUCK! maybe… or maybe i was just really high, silly :P
Drugs are bad, Mmkay.
(explains DMT to Pesky)…nope, some are helpful. “we” create DMT in our own bodies…and cast the “God visualisation” as if it were real…in contact with “said such beings”…hehe…;)
I love this short story. It proves once again that we are all connected. These thoughts have past through my mind as well. Maybe not in the same fashion, but the concept is there.