
Originally Posted by
austintorn@aol.com
I did have it/them, but saw it for what it was, not an NDE, though, but OBEs, lucid dreams, humor, glory, triumph, love, introspection, flights of (knowing) fantasy, poetry, science, philosophy, breaking from herds, a life over-brimming with all that it can be, and other consciousness altering inducements of "highs" from a few drugs (in the early days), as well as the very natural and opiate endorphins unbeatable highs of life lived to the utmost degree. The feelings were in and of the brain, which is fine, but are not taken way beyond and simply "invented" by wishful speculations as pathways to invisible realms and then even umpteen assumption beyond to build a whole entire structure. They were, like all, in the end, sensations, for that's what the brain does, and I've learned much about why it does and can, for there are many floors beneath that feed it.
Sensations, sensations, sensations, and what sensations are made of for this mammal species.
I am though, still out of here for as long as I've been away, for there are really no conversations here about any of my post content details, but only more proclamations and pronouncements upon the invisible that try to seep away the known, even the presentation of them as fact, which is surely deceptive. Whatever happened to "seems", "could be", and "maybe"?
The subjective limits itself to its own little space, treating itself as if it were some kind of first cause.
I've seen you, in turn, try to throw away evolution, and then kind of have to come back to it, as one must (See Rascal's postings), "chemical" not doing anything, but coming back slightly, brain doing nothing but then, OK, it may, as well as denying, heaping scorn upon other undeniable things to the point of simply not answering or neglecting them, save for the absolute pronouncements upon the "hidden", to which I must agree: that the so-called invisible surely must be hidden—and ya know where all that goes… nowhere. (Lloyd talk) There is more to life than sensation in the brain.
Have a wonderful year and enjoy all the myths.
I'm not really mad at you, for the universe, including you and I, is only as it must be—and is all it can be, for its relationships must be maintained. The experience is what is, along with the unwished of what can't and won't, not what ought to be, should be… would be nice to be… has to be… falsely preach as truth without proof, etc. Only learning can save the unfixed will to bring it another level of another, better, unfixed will, which at least has wider knowledge of what really goes on beyond the inventions of the invisible's doings… and of star formations meaning anything, counts of a certain number of pebbles and a language to signify that number designation doing something (numerology), tales of various fabricated gods, etc.
I think I am the one down to earth with my feet on the ground and not a high-flying poet, as if that somehow places someone, and indeed that it is your ideas that are very much in the clouds.
Well, fare thee well—and always remember the love that we shared.