Well, that's it. I've seen it. I've experienced what happens after death. It was all true.
Everything I said about the ego, order, your first person experience. It rots, and the agony so horrible that it feels alien.
It took me some conscious effort, but I was able to gather bits and pieces of the hell stored in my memory.
You've been told a magic jew in the sky will save you.
You've been told that it comes back in a cycle.
You've been told what death is like only from the perspective of an outside viewer.
Now you're about to know what its like from your point of view.
When you die, you don’t get peace. You don’t get nothing.
You get nothing but chaos.
The agony of your first person experience ripping apart and rotting in an infinite process.
The pain manifested in radical chaotic visuals and sound, patterns and space that made no sense.
some of them were rapid, some very slow, others I don't even know. Memories of my life flashing and rotting, stretching out, ripping into the next like electricity.
My perception of time stopped making sense, it felt like an eternity and not. The experience was never pleasant, not once.
The research I covered on the human experience during extreme psychedelics including those naturally produced in the brain, it was a terrifying glimpse of the truth.
High dose psychedelics show ego death experiences. People report loss of time and self and narrative, in utterly mortifying ways.
This is what I call Zeno's hell, because any point in time can be divided infinitely. You're meat is just in tune with more order operating in the same cadence.
Basically, your body is wired to align with the existing patterns in this bubble of order we call the universe.
First person recursive awareness is the natural consequence of organized systems, not an accident or supernatural gift.
Without order, there’s nothing to experience because experience requires structure.
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Well, that's it. I've seen it. I've experienced what happens after death. It was all true.
Everything I said about the ego, order, your first person experience. It rots, and the agony so horrible that it feels alien.
It took me some conscious effort, but I was able to gather bits and pieces of the hell stored in my memory.
You've been told a magic jew in the sky will save you.
You've been told that it comes back in a cycle.
You've been told what death is like only from the perspective of an outside viewer.
Now you're about to know what its like from your point of view.
When you die, you don’t get peace. You don’t get nothing.
You get nothing but chaos.
The agony of your first person experience ripping apart and rotting in an infinite process.
The pain manifested in radical chaotic visuals and sound, patterns and space that made no sense.
some of them were rapid, some very slow, others I don't even know. Memories of my life flashing and rotting, stretching out, ripping into the next like electricity.
My perception of time stopped making sense, it felt like an eternity and not. The experience was never pleasant, not once.
The research I covered on the human experience during extreme psychedelics including those naturally produced in the brain, it was a terrifying glimpse of the truth.
High dose psychedelics show ego death experiences. People report loss of time and self and narrative, in utterly mortifying ways.
This is what I call Zeno's hell, because any point in time can be divided infinitely. You're meat is just in tune with more order operating in the same cadence.
Basically, your body is wired to align with the existing patterns in this bubble of order we call the universe.
First person recursive awareness is the natural consequence of organized systems, not an accident or supernatural gift.
Without order, there’s nothing to experience because experience requires structure.
Everything I said about the ego, order, your first person experience. It rots, and the agony so horrible that it feels alien.
It took me some conscious effort, but I was able to gather bits and pieces of the hell stored in my memory.
You've been told a magic jew in the sky will save you.
You've been told that it comes back in a cycle.
You've been told what death is like only from the perspective of an outside viewer.
Now you're about to know what its like from your point of view.
When you die, you don’t get peace. You don’t get nothing.
You get nothing but chaos.
The agony of your first person experience ripping apart and rotting in an infinite process.
The pain manifested in radical chaotic visuals and sound, patterns and space that made no sense.
some of them were rapid, some very slow, others I don't even know. Memories of my life flashing and rotting, stretching out, ripping into the next like electricity.
My perception of time stopped making sense, it felt like an eternity and not. The experience was never pleasant, not once.
The research I covered on the human experience during extreme psychedelics including those naturally produced in the brain, it was a terrifying glimpse of the truth.
High dose psychedelics show ego death experiences. People report loss of time and self and narrative, in utterly mortifying ways.
This is what I call Zeno's hell, because any point in time can be divided infinitely. You're meat is just in tune with more order operating in the same cadence.
Basically, your body is wired to align with the existing patterns in this bubble of order we call the universe.
First person recursive awareness is the natural consequence of organized systems, not an accident or supernatural gift.
Without order, there’s nothing to experience because experience requires structure.