/lit/ - Literature

>>9346813

that's not me, but it doesn't matter. their tactics have been to just use my name and post like me.

whatever, as i said, i'm done. they have won. whether that makes them right--i am not sure. i don't quite understand any of it, but so be it.

goodbye, /lit!

I hesitate to call what I experienced last night "ego death", for it is a term that I am not partial with. Rather, I like to think about it as an occlusion of the Self, wherein you forget that you exist in the Physical World; you may have a body, but you understand that that body is not yours, and it is simply a vessel for the ever-existing animating lifeforce. As I repeated the mantra, I could feel my subtle body shifting into a vibrational form that allowed me to see into the Spirit World more than I've been able to for a long time. I again heard the voice of the Iroquois shaman chastising me for allowing "my people" to destroy the "Sacred Mother" and a Shadow Being at the edge of my vision peering into the very essence of my existence and asking vehemently, in a voice akin to a scrambled radio signal: "DO YOU KNOW?" over and over. I then fell into the black pit of dreamless sleep, only to awake unrested and sweating.

It wasn't a spectacular trip in the sense of visuals but I think it allowed me to grasp a somewhat deeper understanding of how the Spirit World is interfaced with the Physical World.

I hesitate to call what I experienced last night "ego death", for it is a term that I am not partial with. Rather, I like to think about it as an occlusion of the Self, wherein you forget that you exist in the Physical World; you may have a body, but you understand that that body is not yours, and it is simply a vessel for the ever-existing animating lifeforce. As I repeated the mantra, I could feel my subtle body shifting into a vibrational form that allowed me to see into the Spirit World more than I've been able to for a long time. I again heard the voice of the Iroquois shaman chastising me for allowing "my people" to destroy the "Sacred Mother" and a Shadow Being at the edge of my vision peering into the very essence of my existence and asking vehemently, in a voice akin to a scrambled radio signal: "DO YOU KNOW?" over and over. I then fell into the black pit of dreamless sleep, only to awake unrested and sweating.

It wasn't a spectacular trip in the sense of visuals but I think it allowed me to grasp a somewhat deeper understanding of how the Spirit World is interfaced with the Physical World.

The Savage Detectives