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Nicodemus81
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I apologize in advanced for the length and scatter brained sentences that follow. Almost all of the ideas here are things I've never been able to put to words. It all feels like trying to describe a color, if that makes sense. I'm new here and I'm just looking for answers
I love the primal, thinking about what lead civilizations to believe what they did, what man thought when they first looked at the stars and sunrises with thought. I don't know what else to call it, and I don't know where I could ever learn more or talk with like minded people
My first mushroom trip left me with no doubt on how religion and spirituality came to become so ingrained into human nature.
The use of plants for spiritual experiences is not what I'm asking to debate. I believe in them and feel I'm much better for it. But unless someone asks for it, I will leave the description of that day out of this. I often find myself thinking about that trip, it no doubt had a profound effect on me.
I've always felt like there was some larger framework of living than what we are brought up in. I think about all the theories out there on
reality in general; Where the universe came from, is there a power controlling the smallest building blocks of existence, is it intelligent and aware?
and at times I feel depressed that I will never know the big answers to all the questions I have.
I completely accept and believe in a, if not spiritual, then mental, benefit to various plants used in shamanistic rituals. Whether or not they
connect us with a higher plane of thought, they definitely can connect us with parts of ourselves we have trouble finding or just lost all together
I feel my curiosity will never be filled, and that makes my heart feel heavy. It's made worse by the lack of people around me that are interested in any
of this and don't care to discuss it. It gives me an intense feeling of loneliness that carries through to all aspects of my life.
I don't come here to complain, I come here for a possible outlet, a place to get feedback from people who may be at the same stage in their lives or beyond it, for possible answers. Because the frustration I feel at my inability to ever convey everything I think about into words makes me feel trapped. The multitude of scenes and pictures that go through my head and the fact they I'll never be able to express them is a major source of frustration and stress for me.
I hope I make sense to someone out there, this feels like a heavy load to walk around with at 20 years old
I love the primal, thinking about what lead civilizations to believe what they did, what man thought when they first looked at the stars and sunrises with thought. I don't know what else to call it, and I don't know where I could ever learn more or talk with like minded people
My first mushroom trip left me with no doubt on how religion and spirituality came to become so ingrained into human nature.
The use of plants for spiritual experiences is not what I'm asking to debate. I believe in them and feel I'm much better for it. But unless someone asks for it, I will leave the description of that day out of this. I often find myself thinking about that trip, it no doubt had a profound effect on me.
I've always felt like there was some larger framework of living than what we are brought up in. I think about all the theories out there on
reality in general; Where the universe came from, is there a power controlling the smallest building blocks of existence, is it intelligent and aware?
and at times I feel depressed that I will never know the big answers to all the questions I have.
I completely accept and believe in a, if not spiritual, then mental, benefit to various plants used in shamanistic rituals. Whether or not they
connect us with a higher plane of thought, they definitely can connect us with parts of ourselves we have trouble finding or just lost all together
I feel my curiosity will never be filled, and that makes my heart feel heavy. It's made worse by the lack of people around me that are interested in any
of this and don't care to discuss it. It gives me an intense feeling of loneliness that carries through to all aspects of my life.
I don't come here to complain, I come here for a possible outlet, a place to get feedback from people who may be at the same stage in their lives or beyond it, for possible answers. Because the frustration I feel at my inability to ever convey everything I think about into words makes me feel trapped. The multitude of scenes and pictures that go through my head and the fact they I'll never be able to express them is a major source of frustration and stress for me.
I hope I make sense to someone out there, this feels like a heavy load to walk around with at 20 years old