I agree with you, it is not always possible to engage with a post or comment with the quality and intensity. The chemistry has to be right, right? And the topic needs to be something you can relate to.
For sure lol. Sometimes I'll see an interesting post, but don't really know what to say and/or feel like I speak a little differently than the author, so I will just drop a vote if I like it, but not post a comment.
Thank you for the link regarding mind expanding substances. I bookmarked it to read later because I'm a bit on the tired side at the moment and don't feel I can digest it properly right now.
I recently tripped pretty hard on shrooms for the first time in my life. A few different trips over a one month span. I certainly want to do it again. The wisdom and insight I gained from it was pretty profound in a way that is difficult to describe, but let's just say information seemed to be given to me in a gentle manner in which I felt immense gratitude and further release from trauma. The last trip I cried the entire time but it was a necessary trip, tears of gratitude with what I saw and the insight(s) I gained about myself and others. 8 gram trips... I guess I like a little bit of intensity sometimes :D
HaHa, thanks for the Schogetten photo, I'm trying to eat less sweets at the moment, but it's difficult.
LOL, seems I'm not helping any .. :P
I knew you liked sweets hahaha. Do you prefer dark chocolate or milk chocolate?
Wild indeed. Is your sister still staying in touch with them through the Internet? Was there ever a plan to visit each other? ... Oh, do you mean through this recent one and a half years that you lost contact to your sister?
I'm not sure if there were ever plans to meet, and the situation with me and my sister is extremely painful for me to talk about. Her and her husband have custody of my oldest son (12 years old) (I have a 9 year old son as well.) and they will not allow me to see him. I would rather not discuss the depth of the situation in open space any further than this. Privately perhaps, but it's just very difficult to cope with currently.
I stopped talking about it at all, time must heal some wounds, which it will. Though it is uncertain if the relationships will be ever the same again. As with all happenings there is something to be learned from, I think. My world shrank significantly though, and I try to cope to the situation as best as I can.
To the best of my perceptual abilities, I understand, through my own issues and difficulty coping with situations I have little or no control over. Sometimes pushing away the thought(s) is the best I (we?) can do to get through the moment. Avoidance? Maybe a necessary one to avoid destructive/obsessive thought patterns. Things have a way of working out over time, I like to believe.
LOL, Mister from the McGuineas, I am happy to become acquainted to you!
It is mutual! ;D
The story is about mushrooms and a trip :) I first got to know Psylos in the 90s and was more than impressed by it. Back then I was a child of weekend clubbing and we tried some things that would probably knock my socks off today. My experiences with mind-expanding substances were usually positive and if they ever got scary, there was always a part of me that was sober that told me that this state would soon be over.
Once, when I ingested shrooms, I went through several stages of feelings. First there was the usual laughter inside me, mixed with amazement at the richness of detail in this material world, which then changed to outbursts of emotion like crying for hours and a total inability to pretend and say to those I met exactly what I was thinking at that moment. Of course, this is one thing that can backfire badly when you meet someone who is sober themselves and is shocked by being told some things on the head that you would normally keep to yourself. Total honesty is very detrimental to some situations. Lol
I remember telling a friend to just stop talking as everything that came out of her mouth was a lot of bullshit and she better shut up. Although these words were formulated in absolute peace and kindness within me and I certainly had no malicious intent. Hard to explain. What is perceived as truth can be hilarious and full of laughter. The simultaneous sensation of meaninglessness and weight of meaning is a contradiction and the simultaneity of these sensations a remarkable experience.
I think drugs are an amplifier of what people feel. And much more.
I understand that you don't want to discuss your relationship with your sister here in the open. Some questions came to my mind and if you want or find the time, we can meet in a private chat. I have the same username on discord as here.
Bye, bye :)
This was a fantastic impressive post 😳
You do look EXACTLY the way i pictured you
And then i read all these comments and i am swimming in your world even more, what the heck !
See , now i am lost with words , my communication is with physical touch and visions .
To me Germans and Germany is the best of the world , i so want to visit ALL Germany .
The Siberia part gave me pain , how awful it must have been .
Ps : you are beautiful 💗
Thank you very much. I really appreciate you coming and not only reading this blog post but also the other one. Also, the comment section in particular can be a very lively exchange opportunity. It always pleases me to go back in time and read the comments between the people and between me and the commenters.
Despite all awefulness from my families experience in Siberia, it got me all excited as a kid to listen to their survival stories.
Yes , knowing and feeling we are strong people helps to see life differently .
I understand your passion 🌷
I read a lot , i am just not very good with words ( comments ) specially in english .
but your value is much seen and respected , on my side .
:)
Use https://www.deepl.com/translator
It's an excellent intelligent online translator and gives you the best translations. I learned a lot during the years by using it.
Reading is my passion as well. I also love writing.
I love writing poetry only and in French
When I was sixteen, I attended a French course with my sister. As I had missed French at school, I was happy to take the opportunity to give it a try. The teacher was a very handsome guy who I was attracted to (teenage dreams). But he also had a bit of a crush on me and always praised my pronunciation. Unfortunately it was only six weeks, but I love your language very much and can imitate it well. Once when we had some French exchange students with us, I threw the few smatterings into the conversation and was terribly proud of it. They were elated by my perfect "C'est fini!" when we finished our ice cream and I threw the style into the bin with a grand gesture. LOL
Such a shame I can't speak it. When French people speak English, they still speak French. HaHa! I love that strong accent. Germans sound wooden by comparison.
You write poetry. It's a supreme discipline and a poem is like a shy wood nymph that very rarely comes to visit me.
Let me read one of your French poems, and I try to make sense of it through two translations. And see, what will come out of it! Wouldn't that be fun?