re: TD Music Board Original CopyPasta Thread

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(and probably your chest)

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Is that a post from Mr Vanilla?

I think we made fun of him for liking generic music too many times

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Is that a post from Mr Vanilla?

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No that wasnt Mr.Vanilla you stupid mother fricker.


Oh wait.


Am i Mr. Vanilla?

Then yes. It was.


You stupid mother fricker.

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I think we made fun of him for liking generic music too many times

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I thought it was funny you jumped on my dick in that thread and no one else who cited the same bands as me. Guess you just like the cut of my jib.

Posted by S.E.C. Crazy on 11/20 at 11:02 am

You are going to feel the heat of Christ on that azz if you keep pushing homosexuality as normal to kids.

When money changers sold goods in Christ Father's house / Temple, Christ got angry and ran them all out.

When you have an idiot, citing ignorant studies that say God created men as homosexuals, then you are mocking God who says homosexuality is an abominable.

God created zero homosexuals, they are homosexuals because they love evil.

You keep advocating for these perverts and you will be answering for your stupidity.

Oh wow

The first time I ingested an 1/8th of dried psilocybin I had an experience that can only be described as a complete ego death resulting in a personal discovery that everything is one and now and over astonishingly beautiful. I later learned after research that this is the classic mystic experience, also similarly and interestingly described by Jill Bolte Taylor's TED Talk and many quantum mechanic based philosophy.
I thought I knew the 'secret' to mushrooms for several years until my more recent ingestion of the 'mckenna suggested' 5g dose. After several hours of preparation I laid down on the couch and consumed the fungi. From the beginning I knew this was different. The room quickly became dense with fractals patterns and the 'space' between the innner and outer. Approximately one hour in I began to feel an overwhelming ecstacy throughout my body that can was akin to machine like fractal tentacles all interlocking and moving through me and the environment as one giant machine/organism. This was incredibly orgasmic and I went in and out of this for a while. At some point I saw a giant red curtain lift, revealing some sort of material that was as every other material. All textures and scents and seemed to be some sort of fabric. Then back to the tentacles. I was sobbing and writhing around when I realized suddenly that I was about to piss myself. Amazingly I got up in the middle of this, closed my eyes for fear of not being able to recognize my surroundings and stumbled by memory to the bathroom where managed to get most of the urine into the toilet. My three cats knew something was up and were all gazing at me uniquely. On my walk back to the couch I felt as though I was in a state of higher awareness similar to the cats' frequency. We communicated differently than ever before through subtly motions and I had the feeling that this was sort of like 'training' for a time when this was the normal state of awareness.
Back to the couch. For a while I just lay there tripping on life and family and just how insane everything is when I began to smoke cannabis furiously. I then started to have an infinite number of 'past life/future life' experiences all focused on the moment of death. This was amazing but also disturbing and I began to become uncomfortable and feared insanity so I started to do overtone singing, and amazingly it brought me back and centered more towards the orgasmic feeling.
This is when things got interesting... while still laying on the couch, my tongue began to uncontrollably move around. It seemed as though my tongue was trying to speak and I knew I was beginning to experience glossolalia so I just went with it. To my surprise, it sounded like a snake language or parseltongue if you've seen Harry Potter. It kept flowing uncontrollably and I wasn't sure what to make of it but it was starting to make me feel strange. There is a tapestry above the couch where I lay with a mandala of black, red, and white triangles each with an Om symbol in the middle. All of the Oms turned into snakes and fangs and were writhing around. Then, from the center of the mandala a dark patch, looking like a portal formed, looking somewhat gaseous yet liquid. A transparent, shadowy serpent appeared from this and crept it's way, moving similar to liquid light, into the corner of the room/ceiling. I am still speaking "snake" during this entire scene. The creature looks at me and I feel the eyes of Aleister Crowley gaze through me. I can't describe how the communication happened but it was telepathic in nature and it was not threatening me, but offering me. Since my previous mushroom experience, I have been in the light and just wanted to heal and I completely dismissed yin's yang if you feel me. It was offering me power. Pure, self centered power and I knew that If I went along this would change me forever and I would probably do great things but they would be terrible. Continuing my role as the bodhisattva that I bestowed upon my illusory ego, I decided to turn down the serpents offer. I merely declared aloud, "there is no demon, there is only thought", and it dissolved before me. I lay recovering for approximately 30 minutes until I returned (thankfully) to my previous state of consciousness. But, as always with these adventures, you never really quite go back to where you started.
I don't know the true nature or meaning of this experience, but I do still feel like I did it to myself for fun...all of it, if you feel me. !-) Namaste p.s. There was a warning involved for all that seek the divine. At some point I felt as though I was traveling through the synapses firing in my brain and I could almost see my thoughts as an electrical highway map in 3d. During this I felt as though if certain electrical firings are not synced properly or overfiring, which the latter seemed to be the case of the mushrooms (pure personal speculation), you could do potential serious damage to your brain. I felt as though many of the deaths I experienced were due to people seeking too hard. What you search for is here and always will be. If you cannot see it now, you will, and if you can, you will forget.

Posted by HailHailtoMichigan!
There is probably not a more incorrect simile in the history of human language than comparing life to a book. Books can be controlled. The sad and bad parts can be skipped, the pages ripped out and burned. The great and joyful parts can be read over and over again. And just because the page is turned, doesn't mean those admirable lines are gone until the end of all things.

Books tell you when new chapters start, they tell you immediately when there is change. Books don't lull you into passivity that makes you forget that happy times are always fleeting. Books give you ample time to understand them. You can experience a part over and over again until you finally understand the meanings of the lines.

A book can be shut and never read again, and that doesn't result in the death of the reader, he will simply find a new one to immerse himself in. The best passages of books that bring the most euphoria are not put in locked boxes by time, unable to be accessed again. A better saying would be "We wish life were like a book".

In fact, the happiest people in the world are those that accept that their life will never be a book. The most miserable people in the world are those that go their entire life trying to make it one. They'll be buried in the earth with emptiness and disappointment.

We read books because we can't experience a book-like existence simply by living. A man who reads is a man who is fighting the incessant decay and fleetingness that is constantly around him. Books are temporary shields that both enlighten and protect us. But the secret to living a content life is accepting that your life will never be a book, no matter how hard to you try to and fail to make it one. The secret is to remain firm in your belief that the next day will be a happy one, for you can't experience life by trying to live through the past. The hands on the clock, hands that never stop, prevent that from happening.