Adventure

There is only one heart, that of the Absolute, The Principium Supremis, Supremum Principium, that shineth in and without all things. Marijuana is a recreational drug that can take you to this state, even if the conservatively religious demonize it over-zealously.

You cannot be in a state of true transcendence if there is fear in your heart, for this is just one manifestation of part of the infinite series that is life in all forms. To know all states in one, to feel everything including the most extreme love and terror in effectively one instant (even if that instant is extrapolated or extended over real time). It is infact intensification and magnification of all thoughts, senses, intuitions, your physical hardware (brain) can process at once in a constantly time-shifted reality - from micro-rapid obsessive compulsive repetition to absolute peace and rest to hypersensitive hypochondria and insane-asylum paranoia - repeated ad infinitum so that normal constructive thought is not quite within reach. Somehow this state gives a peak of the possibility of a bright future or life that is in great balance, like normal reflection but sped-up seemingly infinitely, with enough terror and magnification of self-doubt that your real life can be summarized from various states of decisive mind in rapid succession and decisions can be made semi-consciously to later seep into sub-/liminal/normative- consciousness.

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Time in patches, like inkblots of reality on a canvas of earth with sky as reflection, spurted at leisure but with intent for divine structure, that which is greater than the limited self, slow from realization of his Atman and Brahman, in order of kind (meditate don't parse!). someone smoked a boat and knew it, feeling multiple emotions in variedly perceived time capsules of neurophysiological activity. even normal, wise, far-ahead looking self is perceived, seeing that drugs are portals to prisons if abused, and small doses spread out should be OK.
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It's the infinite circle of life crammed into a finite series that extends to infinity otherwise, but for the purpose contains the emotions and perspectives of all stages of life where the soul is free absolutely to choose its station, which is by default perfection. deep fear lurks beneath the broil like a serpent of mature insurrection, ready to destroy the meek flesh like razors over snails, trying to limit the limitless and contain the uncontainable. profane only in desire, gloriously divine in result and effect, this state is spiritually valid in that the death force is overcome in a way the soul manifest (lower series) previously could not enact. higher series of consciousness (like buddhist states of the series of nidhana) are realized once thence forever, only time itself relegating the experience to the finite.

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The mortal too scared to dream, both literally and metaphorically, because the horizon of death is peaked nearer than at younger age, in memory translucently threaded into nightmare for the uncouth to tremble. the nihilist observer stands coolly in consideration of cause and effect, affirming it in heart so the will can decide and act. from there, idealism shapes the world as far as our faculties can envision the highest states of being, then realism works at its correlation to reality itself, tweaking and sculpting where necessary, which should, if the previous step is carried out well, go smoothly. From there life takes over and you are hyper-aware of self and It of Itself.

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Endless march. life sometimes stops to take stock and eliminate absurdities before making the next iteration in a decision tree. not stops as in remove time and become nothingness (futile and empty) but check up on its own process in the abstract, the one that started when it (life) separated itself from non-existence. where and how the structure grows and shapes is determined by the level of accuracy within the branches of the current tree or subtree.