Whoever simultaneously understands and fears entheogens, also fears themself.
When dreaming, the entities we encounter feel separate from us at the time, but given the context of waking life we realise they were all projected within and by us, that our mind had duped itself into believing it was divided. Given a yet greater context or vantage point, we would likely find that waking life is of precisely the same nature; that wherever there is a sense of separateness, dreaming is taking place. As one universe and reality there has never really been “us” or “we”, there has only ever been, and eternally will be, me.
“So then, here’s the drama. My metaphysics, let me be perfectly frank with you, are that there is the central Self, you could call it God, you could call it anything you like. And it’s all of us. It’s playing all the parts of all beings whatsoever, everywhere and anywhere. And it’s playing the game of hide and seek with itself. It gets lost, it gets involved in the farthest out adventures, but in the end it always wakes up, and comes back to itself. And when you’re ready to wake up, you’re gonna wake up. And if you’re not ready, you’re gonna stay pretending that you’re just a poor little me.” ~ Alan Watts
“The world is like a ride in an amusement park, and when you choose to go on it you think it’s real because that’s how powerful our minds are. The ride goes up and down, around and around, it has thrills and chills, and it’s very brightly colored, and it’s very loud, and it’s fun for a while. Many people have been on the ride a long time, and they begin to wonder, ‘Hey, is this real, or is this just a ride?’ And other people have remembered, and they come back to us and say, ‘Hey, don’t worry; don’t be afraid, ever, because this is just a ride.'” ~ Bill Hicks
Taking a moment to be thankful real life doesn’t lag like a computer.
Your instrument of evolution,
Or face dissolution.
Intimately we are spun,
Our threads so entwined,
Two feel like one.
People everywhere lost in a role.
I am their soul.
But you are you and I am me;
The eternal witness,
And another personality.
“How very paltry and limited the normal human intellect is, and how little lucidity there is in the human consciousness, may be judged from the fact that, despite the ephemeral brevity of human life, the uncertainty of our existence and the countless enigmas which press upon us from all sides, everyone does not continually and ceaselessly philosophise, but that only the rarest of exceptions do so. The rest live their lives away in this dream not very differently from the animals, from which they are in the end distinguished only by their ability to provide for a few years ahead. If they should ever feel any metaphysical need, it is taken care of from above and in advance by the various religions; and these, whatever they may be like, suffice.” ~ Arthur Schopenhauer
An unforgiving analysis of the average person. What I find very curious is the suspicion, and even reproach, which people often hold towards the questions worthwhile asking, and those who bother to ask them.
Nothing exists without an opposite; black defines white, strength is only relevant amidst hardship, to know good you must also know evil, and without death there would be no life. So don’t be so quick to scratch a side of the coin, because without two sides, you’d find yourself without so much as a nickel.