Euler
Ego dissolution is life altering. There’s no way to articulate the experience. Being reborn, emotionally, changes everything. Outlooks and perspectives are shattered. The operating system gets wiped clean. The decades of useless data buildup are deleted. New system download. Version 3.1. Social dialogue or continuity shattered. Blown into a geographical equation of cosmic metaphysics.
Societal inputs distort. Parents damage. Childhood brings micro traumas for most, life changing traumas for other. Regardless, the messaging becomes reality. The stories become real. Fantasy and reality blended into psychcoctails. Paths lit for the lemmings, follow the feelings, and enjoy envy retribution.
Do not cry, do not give, do not feel. Perform. Perform what is expected. Play the role and set truth aside. Spruce lined walks, energy flowing, root to tree top. Falling into the abyss, and grasping for peace. Sensing comfort like a child to blanket. Soul Pacifier, emerging, angelic, through spiritual ecstasy. Available to the willing. Those ready to step into emotional darkness.
The jump, the willingness, that’s journey’s gate. Walking through, facilitating the emergence of all, that’s the cure. The medicine sinks the body into gravitational momentum. Logic defying visions, curry covered aubergine, generating multifaceted breathing life. Distorting clarity, while generating color coded sequences so exact, so perfect, Einstein, would weep.
And weep I did. Unrelating, undesirable, light perfections. The show of all shows. Ringling Brothers for the willing. And facing all of it. The intention being open. Opening to the pain, the feelings, the fears, traumas, everything. And feeling. Fucking feeling at a level no possible in this dimension. Subatomic daughter universes exist, experiences through God’s medicine, exponential uniting of creation.
Seeing the clarity, living spiritual peace, delivered through inconceivable hallucinatory spectacles. Complex planes, made simple through clover sunshine diagnostic tools. Dimensional travel, planes of perfection, with universal spirits driving the mothership. This is reality.
My traumas are mysterious. And they are minuscule in comparison. Comparisons are useless as pain is not relative. Pain is pain. Relativity is discarded as the tears roll down the cheeks. I have nothing on Frankl yet life passes toil on all. Mine come through the trauma of being abducted by a group of men. Manhandled. Beaten. Robbed. Drugged. Bound and bloody. And naked.
And I was humiliated. And made fun of. And bullied. And, like many, the list can go on, with numerous challenges. But we are told to man up, deal with it, move on. I did that for years, decades, and numbed it with chemically and fermented distortions of psychosis. And that was acceptable until I put a gun in my mouth.
And now I live in peace. A calm and clarity I’ve never before experienced. I have good days and I have days. But life is a blessing beyond measure. Stresses and anxieties exist but I can deal with them. Process them. Rationally and calmly. I, most important, I know I am safe. I have experienced the afterlife. I know what it is. Is aw God, the visions, the universe, and I am safe. Crazy? Maybe. And I don’t give two fucks. Hear that.
The experiences are real, driven by hallucinatory psychedelics, enabling emotional releases through ego dissolution. The protective barriers, the ones you didn’t even know existed, crumble, leaving a heap of babyish humanity, being reborn. The systems refreshed, and the decades of traumas let go, universal freedom granted. Awe inspired, undesirable beauty and peace, wrapped in grace, and given in abundance. Never, ever, will the world be flat.
