wish I could remember. all my best epiphanies go faster than I can even write them down.
“Your past isn’t really your past, it’s just what you remember.” – Courtesy of some dank edibles.
I was DEEP in a K-Hole in my early 20s, laying in bed, floating through space, watching scenes from my past on tiles attached to a huge structure floating through space.
I realized that if I don’t like someone, I never have to see them again; I can just delete them from my life. If I don’t want to do things, I can just say no. If I don’t want to go somewhere, I can just… not. If I don’t like where I am, I can just leave any time.
It changed my life completely. I now only see awesome people and I stay home almost all the time with my partner and cats. I love it.
I invented a gelato store called gelottery. You order by number but you don’t know which flavor is which number and it changes every week. You have to just risk it or go see what other people have posted on our social media.
common-ish experience for LSD but when i went through ego death, and i have fallen through the darkness and dissolved into the infinite plane of colours below it - i profoundly understood and felt how there’s unity to all of creation, how everything and everyone is an expression of the universe itself. With no barrier between Me and Not Me, it was as if i temporarily melted back into the fabric of reality
so yeah, ego death, pretty epic, fair warning though - it does feel like you’ve died, and however much you want to freak out about that fact, you have to let go. Also it won’t happen if you want it, wanting is an ego thing after all
I’d legitimately rather be a housecat.
That you can be at a city park, minding your own business while drinking a beer, and every now and then some totally sober Karen will come up all belligerent threatening to call the law, just because I’m drinking a beer.
For reference, the cops don’t care if people drink beer at our park, as long as nobody acts a fool and people clean up after themselves. Hell, even our city mayor will occasionally host events out here and he’ll drink a beer or three.
Pretty ironic that a sober person would be belligerent and threatening to a guy just sipping on a beer and not saying or doing anything except maybe browsing Lemmy or watching YouTube videos.
Like, how is it that me drinking a beer peacefully can cause random sober people to act a fool?
When I took acid as a teenager in the 90s, I was tripping balls and realized that entertainment or anything that occupies that mind that we enjoy, in essence makes time seemingly go by faster. Therefor, the more you entertain your brain, the quicker you approach your demise. It really groundbreaking for me at the time. I swore I might just stare at a clock for the rest of my days just to make time seemingly like it passes slower to savor my mortality lol
Memory is a funny thing. If you don’t fill your days with stimulation, the day drags on. But when you look back on that time, you find that you’re not forming many new memories, so the perceived time is shorter. The days get longer and the years get shorter.
Life is often shorter than we’d like, it seems a shame not to try and fill it with new experiences
I think it’s true because the most miserable and shitty people seem to be the ones who live to be 100. People like Dick Cheney and Henry Kissinger
Deja Vu is just an error with how we save memories.
It skips working memory, short term memory, and goes straight into long term memory so everything we experience feels like we’re remembering it, but no matter how hard you try you can’t remember the future.
During certain recreational activities, it can last long enough to realize what’s happening. Normally you just get a brief moment of it till shit gets straightened out.
Alright, so here’s my craziest deja vu moment.
I’m a teenager and I’m sitting around the table with my buddies, and somebody says something that makes me think “woah, deja vu” and I remember that after that phrase was said, Tony would stand up and get some water. There was a brief moment where I knew what was about to happen, and sure enough, Tony stood up and got some water. That was as far as it lasted and it never happened since, but it blew my mind at the time. Still does honestly.
Feeling empathy for a person who was an asshole. Crying because of the misfortune that led them to behaving like that, all the while completely disapproving and ready to fight against it. Mdma is wild
Being on mushrooms convinced me to be a good person to the best of my ability.
Unfortunately I keep doing so in unpopular ways, like hating on sweatshop clothes which makes me less than ideal when people are earnestly talking Western social justice.
