theloneranger
Recycles dryer sheets
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- Dec 27, 2006
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I felt a moment also, Orizaba and Sotano del las Golondrinas; what a trip!!
I had a different but also disconcerting moment a few months back: I looked into the mirror and saw not me, but my mother (who has been dead for several years). I really do look almost exactly like her at age 60 or so.
This reminds me of the experiences Carlos Casteneda went through with Don Juan. Don't know if you read any of the books, but they attracted lots of interest many years ago.
He'll fly his astral plane
Take you trips around the bay
Brings you back the same day...
This reminds me of the experiences Carlos Casteneda went through with Don Juan.
I had a wierd fugue state crossing a crowded pedestrian/traffic bridge, as I did at least 2x/day. I had a sensation of feeling every person and car on the planet moving simultaneously on their various trajectories
I have a similar feeling a couple of times a month as I'm falling asleep. I'm not aware, but I'm not asleep, either -- I just exist, weightless.
Then I realize that I'm existing, and I come to with a start. Funky, but fun.
I experience moments of bliss (is this the same thing as people described above?) all the time, ever since I worked only part-time. Oldies music from the 40s and 50s really help. One such is Petite Fleur, with such beautiful French lyrics. I wonder if there is an English translation.
There are also times when I feel the love for the people around me, like ladelfina has experienced. Could this be the Zen, or the Buddhism we all read about?
And Khan, I just learned from this thread and another that you are a woman. Shocked me a little as you did fool me, as well as other long-time members. No matter though, as I would make fun of your bumper crop of cucumbers just the same.
By the way, when I told my wife about this forum, she surfed a bit, and said she saw something about this interesting guy Khan. Perhaps most of the prejudices or perceptions about a person come from the name.
But does knowledge of my gender (or age or whatever) change how you interpret what I write?
Which illustrates the stereotyping we all do every day.
But does knowledge of my gender (or age or whatever) change how you interpret what I write?
No. But I admit I would be more impressed that you changed your engine oil. I had to run off to double check your old post to be sure. I know of no woman doing that. Nor one who sampled squirrels!
But does knowledge of my gender (or age or whatever) change how you interpret what I write?
I was putting clothes on the line about 11AM on a cool (for August) dry morning and I experienced something.
Zen?
Tao?
Fugue state?
Oneness with the Universe?
A temporary losing of the boundaries between self and not-self?
This has happened before: On the point of a St Croix beach at 2AM on a moonless night standing in the Trade Winds watching the surf.
Minor and insignificant in the universe at large, but a bit interesting and disconcerting.
Oh yeah, I get this feeling when I drink too much moon shine.
I've found the best way to shop for food is to work up a really big appetite. Fast for several days, smoke a couple of joints, take $700... and go to the supermarket! It's great. You buy everything! "Wow, canned bread! Just what I need!"
- George Carlin
Is "howling at the moon" part of being one with the universe?