Ineffable Ontological Detanglement .: Introspective Assistance & Mental Analysis Manual
Any and all transcendence will do it for you, if you've clicked onto "There's something and it's real, something, something is real." even if what you think is real is not really what's real, you have enough to become something else. If it's false, to the outside... In some ways you're better, in some ways you're worse. It depends which false. If all you did in this moment was declare spiritual interest but most certainly not religion, you did it correctly, you're within true transcendence. However it's still mysterious to you, you don't know it, you only feel it. You're something else, but you're not quite there.
Proper transcendence into the one true psychedelic faith is the one that makes it the actual transformative experience. If you are lucky enough to find the little secret brain click available only to an enlightened person on psychedelics of high art music tonal resonance becoming you, that's the one that really hits you. That's the one that makes you everything transcendence can do for you. That's the one that invites you into our secret covert club of never revealing our names never speaking to each other on the internet, you just know this is one of those people... They're doing that thing with their avatar and screen name, we've all made the same introspective associations, we've all seen each other doing this, we all know what happened to you. You became life is an art, whether you're with the others or alone in your room you understand you are to be your life art drama at all times in your every expression and you're just comfortable with that, everyone is art, everything is art, the answer is pantheism, we know to the purest of certain, we know we're the purest of sane, we keep it a secret, we know we're confirming this for each other in the perfect precise manner in which we all keep it a secret. We're artists. The answer to everything lies within the beauty of everything. Godspeed You! Black Emperor says bring the end.
Oh I see, now I get it. The mysterious image of some of these artists. Boards of Canada has to go off and live on a psychedelic commune. We know too much. Yes, Boards of Canada was one of mine and then became my main one long before I knew I was any of the things I am.
You become a creator of this art on psychedelics... That's where you really understand you are God. It's a tap... It's a tap into the underside of consciousness. Me? God? Yes, me God, me an expression of God. My guitar pedals... My computer sequencer software... Is doing... Things... They were not supposed to do... Whatever level of chosen I happen to fancy myself does not matter in these moments. It's an expression. We know what we are. We have to keep it a secret. It's pretty rare to even say it to each other. You can speak of your moments... Creating your art... On psychedelics... Both of you understand.
Is it... Sometimes. It. It's my will. Sometimes. It's my will. Sometimes. It's. It feels like it's a glitch in the software. I'm looking at the clock on my sequencer... 1:11, 3:33, 5:55, 2:22... Eighty seven times within four hours? No, I don't... Have any sort of... Subconscious... Click awareness... Of when this is sup-sup-o....
Yes, we both believe in 11:11. That much we'll say.
You don't usually say it. You find people willing to say it on the internet. They fly off with it... You don't want to be that. You know you see it, you know you don't get to say it to anybody, you have a mind outside of susceptibility to confirmation bias, you know that. You explored it all by yourself, you likely cried psychosis, you found logical confirmation. You know you don't get to say it. You know with one of your own... You get to say that much. You get to go as far as this. I believe in 11:11. Hello mysterious other person.
No, no I never even presented "I know, because of the beauty of everything on psychedelics." to my early readers. I presented everything but that, I presented everything that proves it except that. Because I'm an artist? Because when you're me, it slips into the background, it's only natural. I know, because of the beauty of everything on psychedelics. Why would I ever present my subjective enlightenment? It's just my natural state of being, I'm not presenting my subjective enlightenment, why would I even think it? I hope they find it on their own. Feelings... Of beauty Feelings... Of academic concepts... Why would I ever think it? Present it beautiful and hope they find it.
Whichever level of psychedelic enlightenment you've hit, you have no choice but to look down on the others, they're annoying, you don't get to tell them. You just let them operate outside of you, they don't mean anything to you. You're still psychedelic, you still help them out when they need it and you're not forcing it, you're still reasonably nice to them, but you have hidden psychonautic secrets. You're generic drugs hippie. Something about you is mysterious. No it's not real none of that is real, doesn't matter, go away. Go away society. Fuck society, man. We see some of you are pretty enlightened, we're not looking down on you at all, but we do have things we can't tell you. Yes, they're... A useful tool. Yes. A useful tool for introspection.
I hit phase one at nineteen, the first time I took a large dose of psilocybin. I instantly became my life mission, the moment delivered to me was too perfect, my new friend going on about the glory of trying to explain the universe on psychedelics, every now and then hinting at the psychonautic secrets I would see him disappear into quiet conversations with his other friends over. It's a little more... Than... A fun state of mind to explore philosophical and scientific ponderment within, if you feel it correctly, if you can sense what's happening once you're here. "That one, I know that one is mine. I know that's why my mind is here. Explain it and fix it." Once sober, I retained my sanity, I got to work. Phase two hit me within the next few months. Of course, over the next year and a half I would drift towards suicidal thinking. I still knew, but, I knew I had to drift towards suicidal thinking. I knew I had to kinda mean it.