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Fractalias – Phenomenological

They work more on your perception. And people often talk about an initial sense of discomfort as sort of patterns, normal patterns of perception of the world and the self are broken down, and then there’s this, the phenomenological effect seems to be that you really perceive things in a very different way, whether it’s features of the, of the external world, you can see patterns and things that that weren’t previously there. You experience yourself in a very different way too, and as Stephen said, there’s a breakdown in the categories that often separate the different ways in which we normally perceive things. So we might experience ourself as not the unified separate entity that we do, or at least we think that we do day to day. I mean another question here is that we think we perceive the world and the self in particular ways and maybe we don’t actually do this all the time. And that’s the mind manifesting aspect of psychedelics. It can make clear that the repertoire of the ways in which we can have conscious experiences is very much larger than we might typically be aware of.

Marciana – Dreaming Awake

We seem to think we’re so limited by the world and, and the confines, but we’re really just creating them. And you keep trying to figure it out, but it seems like now that you know that what you’re doing is dreaming, you can do whatever you want to. You’re, dreaming, but you’re awake. You have so many options, and that’s what life is about.

California Sunshine – Implanted Memory

What goes up must come down, and down, and down. Everyone looks ill at the end of the night. All have lost the power of speech, desperately avoiding eye contact. Your new soulmate, that you have been talking cod shit to for the past five hours about the story of creation or the fourth Star Wars film, is now a complete stranger. You can’t even look him in the eye. The only thing that you have got in common now is paranoia. Is coming through the walls, man. The children of ecstasy are not safe anymore. We are no longer all together as one but separate mental patients, that yearn to be ejected out of this poisoned atmosphere m bed and a friendly therapist. Reality is on her way. Where am I? What have I done? Was it worth it? By the way, what the fuck happened here? All you have to look forward to now is you can never sleep.