Kana
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ORIGINAL: LadyPact quote:
ORIGINAL: Kana Piling on to LP's comments, I also spent lots and lots of time with meditation, eastern philosophy, zen, martial arts and shamanism so I'm pretty familiar with trance states. Well that, and when I was a kid, I did lots and lots of drugs. As in so many that I won't discuss it on a public forum lest you think I'm a liar or Keith Richards PS-LP-I meant "Oh, Dog Piss" as an exclamatory remark of surprise, nothing negative or dubious :-) Ah.... Exclamatory in familiarity. Got it. I shouldn't be surprised. It's funny, in a way. Very few will recognize space from the top side (it makes us weak) or, heaven forbid, drop. Some are so wrapped up in "the Image" (tm). I admit, I haven't studied other methods of altering state. I'm not even great with expressing it. But I know what this is. I don't always achieve it, but I know it's there. PS. What in the world are you doing up in your time zone? I napped earlier this evening with the lilone so I'm all wide awake. I didn't really know I was going into the space at first. Recognition came mostly because of the crash-I couldn't ignore the influx of emotions, especially when I was new and was wrestling with serious questions, fun questions, things like -What kind of man likes making girls scream? -What kind of person likes hurting the ones they love? -Doesn't this make me an awful person? -Doesn't this mean I'm totally FUBAR as a human being? And so on...and as a result, I felt lots of shame and guilt that was real tough to get through and I would crash real hard, as in two/three day depressions. And of course, once I knew I was crashing, that meant I was crashing from something, which led me to exploring my own top trance (Note-this was all way back before Gore invented the net and munches were everywhere-I had to sort it out on my own and with the gals I played with-thank God for them)-once I was alerted to it, it was easy to spot. Since I've resolved those inner conflicts, the crash doesn't come as often now, plus it's not so much as a soul scouring thing as just a harsh return to reality from a higher place. As for sharing openly and honestly about it, and not worrying about what might happen to "The Image (Patent Pending)"-To quote The Immortal Senator Clay Davis, "Sheeeeeeeeiiiiiiiiiiiiit,"- since when have I given a fuck how others perceive me? I've been locked up, stabbed, shot at, homeless, addicted, neglected, dejected, rejected, declared dead, broken damn near every bone in my body- after all that, I mean really, am I supposed to care what some whack jobs on the net think of me? What's the line about Tyler Durden, "No fear. No distractions. The ability to let that which does not matter truly slide." That's me. I see what's important, clear as day. And so much of what others value, I see as dross. Lose everything, repeatedly, live with nothing for years, spend some time in solitary confinement with only bread and water for sustenance, and all of a sudden what much of the world sees as important I see as trivial vanities. Believe me here-being dead:it changes your perceptions. Plus, I have this irrational idea (I am a dreamer ya know. Behind the cold heart lies an idealistic romantic) that if I share my experiences openly and from the hip and heart, maybe others will too. A discussion might emerge, hell, someone may even learn something, see something of themselves in my words, think "Hey, I felt that. I feel that. That guys in my head.He's been there. He knows how I feel. And if he can walk through this, maybe I can too." And now, ya know it's late, cuz I'm just babbling, talking de crazy talk...
< Message edited by Kana -- 8/20/2012 2:30:01 AM >
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