Self Intellect Contrasted To Religious Ignorance
- The Brethus' Emphasis Of Self Intellect & Religious Ignorance -
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To start off, ever since my first interaction with psychoactive / hallucinogenic / psychedelic, "Materials," I have developed a certain type of empathetic understanding towards others around me and how they perceive their reality and actions compared to myself.
However, no matter how reality is depicted, someone will always have views that contradict another's beliefs such as religion, lifestyles, careers, decisions, consequences, acquaintances, property, and so much more can factor into one's reasoning for causing commotion.
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As for me I completely would love the destruction of all religion and the problems it has caused over the course of it's existence. If I was religious I'd reside with the agnostic faction. However, spiritually, I love the teachings of Buddhism along with the peacefulness related to the religion. Now, there are always cases in every culture of its members causing controversy in some form of violence, ritual, publicity stunt, or what ever. No religion has a clean-slate
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But what tears at me is some religious members hypocritical, belligerent behavior towards other religious groups or people. Like the current Judaism and Islam conflict. Or maybe how people follow the Bible when you know damn well the, "believers," have never fully read the book or have delved deeper into the darkness and misery that their, "God," inflicted on his people. Just read Revelations and some entries into the Genesis. Don't even get me started on the Bible stories and that bullshit Scientology. To me, Religion is one of the main factors to humanity's downfall. It's fucked up.
(Cruelty and Violence)
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To get to my main questions and end my ranting of religious ignorance and intolerance. I obviously don't know everything there is to know about every religion and their origin but no matter how you look at it, religion is widely influenced everywhere. You can't escape it. I'll believe in Hell before Heaven because we're already dug in deep and we still have plenty of room to dig.
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I'm just glad that I have found spiritual guidance and self awareness due to the psychedelics. Opening my third eye really opened my mind to new ideas. I will never give up my psychedelic ways due to my spiritual and mental connection the remedy.
Now to my questions for those who wish to explain their argument towards my ranting, or agree with them.
If God is only one person, why did Jesus say in John 14:23, "If a man love me, he will keep my words: and my Father will love him, and we will come unto him, and make our abode with him." If God is only one person, why does Jesus say, "we"?
How can you pray to a "man" who's taken away so much and has caused so much pain. He could end it all and let everyone be happy yet murderers roam free while innocent men are behind bars.
When you thank "God" while saying Grace do you ever happen to thank the actual people who grew the food and/or packaged it? Ya know, the one's who actually do the work and never get the credit.
Noah and the Ark, really? Savage beasts and wild animals tamed by an old man more than likely a master at bestiality.
Has he ever answered you? Think deep and ask yourself this.
________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________This is not meant to offend anyone although it clearly will due to the topic. Please post a reasonable and legible argument instead of typing in all caps that, "God iz real! U is Fagit!" I'd appreciate an intellectual conversation about religion instead of the usual heated debates it always turns into.
__________________________________________________________________________________________________Thank you for reading. Please don't send me too much hate mail, I can only respond so quickly.
Love,
The Brethus
NL / DK : NL Wikipedia schrifweek Denemarken Link naar Wikipedia NL beneden / link below
For those who do not understand Dutch; the Dutch Wikipedia editors have devoted a week or two to improving all articles about Denmark and surrounding countries.
There isn't a similar project on English Wikipedia that I can find; the rationale behind the Dutch project is because of the global environment conference earlier this month (even though it was in France rather than Denmark; that one was in 2009).
There is some logic to this; the idea being that if enough people in NL know about Denmark and surrounding countries this might make them more aware about melting glaciers. (consider where all the water might end up...)
https://nl.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wikipedia:Wikiproject/Schrijfweek/Denemarken
IT : Cocaine tea sold by accident in Italy! Police in Italy have been ordered to seize a herbal tea from Peru that has been on general sale in the country for years after it was discovered that the tea contained cocaine.[/quote]
EN : Cocaine tea sold in Italian shops for years - The Local
IT : Nel mate di coca c'''è principio attivo':' i Nas ritirano la tisana in tutta Italia - Repubblica.it
Slight Introduction To My Addiction Conflictions I Hope Whatever Magical Force Brought You Here I Hope It Helps You Read My Full Introduction, I Hope
There is too much to say about myself that may or may not fit into this introduction I am giving you, but make something too long then most people will just skim or not read it at all. So to start off my real name is Brett and "Brethus" ((Breath - Us )) came about when a few high, drunk friends blurted it out and it just stuck for years after.
Now, anyway I have another account, Brethus, on Shroomery but have discontinued it because I wasn't online for awhile so I figured it'd be best if I started fresh and cleaned my slate.
So anyways, as a psychedelic aficionado and hallucinogenic enthusiast, I have come to an absolute conclusion that without the influence of psychedelics I would not be who I am today. No other influence has made me feel they way hallucinogens do, and no other substance has altered my mind to a state of enlightenment and self realization. Psilocybin has made me realize that there is a deeper meaning to life than eat, work, sleep, repeat, but to also enjoy yourself and do what makes you happy. At one point in my life during the Summer when I was 16, I went on an acid binge which I denied accusations of addictions and dependency but deep down I knew I was in love and wanted to take it anytime I could. From about May 20th to September 10th each two to three days I would take either between 2 and 4 hits of acid to enjoy everyday I could.
In hind-sight I believe that binge is responsible for a self-diagnosed case of HPPD which didn't halt my LSD use.
I can now say I was addicted to the high, but really I just wanted to trip so I could think of the present and not the past experiences that were bringing me into a depression. My depression began when my grandfather; my teacher, my father-figure, my idol, passed away from cancer from smoking for most of his adult life. At that time I never lost someone so near and dear to me that shifted my mind like his death did until recently when my grandmother passed away from heart problems.
With my mind being emotionally torn with the passing of my grandfather, I started to lash out and stop caring about school and the whole 9 yards. I didn't bully kids or tear up the town, but at 16 I started smoking weed very heavily at my grandmother's house when I lived with her which caused major problems.
I started throwing parties and taking advantage of my grandmother's hearing problem by having friend's over when she fell asleep. We would drink and smoke inside the house while we were all under-age and not giving a shit about the law. All while bringing paraphernalia and eventually shrooms into the house. As time passed my father became aware of my habits and started breaking all my pieces and taking my things away when I didn't hide them well enough. This happened more and more for a year or so until I was kicked out for stealing money from my grandmother and using her car when I didn't have a license.
Although I acted as a stupid kid looking to get high my intention was not to use my grandmother but rather be safe under her roof and never go out and get caught by the police, which I never have. Unfortunately, my father saw it as me turning his mother's house into a trap house and not acting responsible.
But every single day I lived there I helped her get by with daily activities due to complications with muscular distrophy and heart problems. I loved her but in the end when she passed away from heart problems, I fell back into another drug binge.
I rented out her house from my father when she passed away and lived there with four friends. Me and my best friend had minimum wage jobs while one was our weed dealer and the other was just a lazy friend mooching from the house and weed. I smoked weed to be happy and only think of the fun times I was having but when LSD and Ecstasy came into the mix, my depression got even worse due to the crashing on LSD and X made me think about how horrible I was towards my grandmother. I disappointed her until death and I never got to say sorry, goodbye, or I love you because my old boss made me work the day she died when I specifically asked off for that day.
As of now I reside with my friend and his fiance still in depression over the things I've done, but as the days go by I can't seem to reason with myself on why I was such a bastard or why I never realized how important my decisions were. I've written a total of 3 suicide notes but never had the guts to end it all, which I am happy for. But the thought is always in my mind that all this shit in my head always comes crashing down on me at times, even during sobriety.
All I know is that I'm pushing to live for the sake of my family still left alive. One time a day or multiple times I will try to be posting to my journal on here, to tell more of my story. If you read all this there is so much more to my story than what I could tell for the community.
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An Introduction Explanation Of My Addictions – Hi! I’m Brethus!
I Hope Whatever Magical Force Brought You Here I Hope It Helps You Read My Full Introduction, I Hope
There is too much to say about myself that may or may not fit into this introduction I am giving you, but make something too long then most people will just skim or not read it at all. So to start off my real name is Brett and "Brethus" ((Breath - Us )) came about when a few high, drunk friends blurted it out and it just stuck for years after.
Now, anyway I have another account, Brethus, on Shroomery but have discontinued it because I wasn't online for awhile so I figured it'd be best if I started fresh and cleaned my slate.
So anyways, as a psychedelic aficionado and hallucinogenic enthusiast, I have come to an absolute conclusion that without the influence of psychedelics I would not be who I am today. No other influence has made me feel they way hallucinogens do, and no other substance has altered my mind to a state of enlightenment and self realization. Psilocybin has made me realize that there is a deeper meaning to life than eat, work, sleep, repeat, but to also enjoy yourself and do what makes you happy. At one point in my life during the Summer when I was 16, I went on an acid binge which I denied accusations of addictions and dependency but deep down I knew I was in love and wanted to take it anytime I could. From about May 20th to September 10th each two to three days I would take either between 2 and 4 hits of acid to enjoy everyday I could.
In hind-sight I believe that binge is responsible for a self-diagnosed case of HPPD which didn't halt my LSD use.
I can now say I was addicted to the high, but really I just wanted to trip so I could think of the present and not the past experiences that were bringing me into a depression. My depression began when my grandfather; my teacher, my father-figure, my idol, passed away from cancer from smoking for most of his adult life. At that time I never lost someone so near and dear to me that shifted my mind like his death did until recently when my grandmother passed away from heart problems.
With my mind being emotionally torn with the passing of my grandfather, I started to lash out and stop caring about school and the whole 9 yards. I didn't bully kids or tear up the town, but at 16 I started smoking weed very heavily at my grandmother's house when I lived with her which caused major problems.
I started throwing parties and taking advantage of my grandmother's hearing problem by having friend's over when she fell asleep. We would drink and smoke inside the house while we were all under-age and not giving a shit about the law. All while bringing paraphernalia and eventually shrooms into the house. As time passed my father became aware of my habits and started breaking all my pieces and taking my things away when I didn't hide them well enough. This happened more and more for a year or so until I was kicked out for stealing money from my grandmother and using her car when I didn't have a license.
Although I acted as a stupid kid looking to get high my intention was not to use my grandmother but rather be safe under her roof and never go out and get caught by the police, which I never have. Unfortunately, my father saw it as me turning his mother's house into a trap house and not acting responsible.
But every single day I lived there I helped her get by with daily activities due to complications with muscular distrophy and heart problems. I loved her but in the end when she passed away from heart problems, I fell back into another drug binge.
I rented out her house from my father when she passed away and lived there with four friends. Me and my best friend had minimum wage jobs while one was our weed dealer and the other was just a lazy friend mooching from the house and weed. I smoked weed to be happy and only think of the fun times I was having but when LSD and Ecstasy came into the mix, my depression got even worse due to the crashing on LSD and X made me think about how horrible I was towards my grandmother. I disappointed her until death and I never got to say sorry, goodbye, or I love you because my old boss made me work the day she died when I specifically asked off for that day.
As of now I reside with my friend and his fiance still in depression over the things I've done, but as the days go by I can't seem to reason with myself on why I was such a bastard or why I never realized how important my decisions were. I've written a total of 3 suicide notes but never had the guts to end it all, which I am happy for. But the thought is always in my mind that all this shit in my head always comes crashing down on me at times, even during sobriety.
All I know is that I'm pushing to live for the sake of my family still left alive. One time a day or multiple times I will try to be posting to my journal on here, to tell more of my story. If you read all this there is so much more to my story than what I could tell for the community.
Deja-Vu In-Tuned With My Acid Use
The Inner-Thoughts of Brethus:
Deja-Vu Misconstrues
Living life is harder for some, than it is for others. Mind manipulation can completely derail the tracks of a person's mental state. Like me, for example, I fell into a heavy depression due to my grandparents death and smoked weed to feel enlightened but took LSD to live in the moment.
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When acid was first introduced to me I instantly fell in love with the feelings and visuals I experienced. About every 2 days I would take more acid upping the dosage to feel the sensations taking away the pain I felt thinking of my deceased grandparents.
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Anyway. As I indulged in frequent use of LSD, and psilocybin mushrooms for that matter, the world around me became more, controllable, in a way. Every now and again there would be days where I would get severe cases of Deja-vu that would stop me in my tracks and make me do a double take.
What stopped me was that when the Deja-Vu moments occurred I remembered specifically dreaming of that exact moment in time but maybe weeks to months before the date it happened.
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As time passed the acid was still being fully used it and just kept getting worse and worse with Deja-Vu moments, tracers, and I eventually self diagnosed myself with HPPD (Hallucinogen Persisting Perception Disorder). Although it makes me a hypochondriac I still till' this day know I suffered various effects from the disorder.
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After a break from my psychedelics the effects eventually passed on and were unnoticeable, however, I could occasionally predict what was going to happen a few seconds to a minute before the event occurred.
What is this life and how is it really ran?
I don't even know what questions to ask anymore.
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The effects withered away after some time when I decided to take a psychedelic break for a while. Even now most of the effects have past but on rare occasion I still get that strong sense of Deja-Vu and wonder if it will ever fully go away.
Introduction: Any like minded Vancouver peeps around? Hey All,
I'm new to the site and wanted to drop in and say Hi. I live in Vancouver so let me know if you're in or near the area. Looking forward to checking out the site.
M.
Weed Makes Me Feel Nauseous Now [COLOR=rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961)]I used to smoke a lot of weed all the time and would never feel sick at all, just really high and great. But now every time I smoke I feel really nauseous and sick. The high isn't the same anymore, it's horrible. No matter what strain I use or how I consume it, it's always the same! I'll smoke and 5 minutes later start feeling my throat almost close up and get extremely nauseous. I don't understand how something as great as Cannabis could be affecting me like this. It makes no sense at all because weed is used to cure nausea and vomiting. All my friends have never felt sick from weed, they just feel great like I used to. In fact, weed used to help my stomach whenever I was feeling queasy. So why does it make me nauseous now when it's supposed to help nausea?? [/COLOR]
1p-lsd and microdosing questions I understand that it's legal to buy this product (though strangely not to consume)
I have two questions, however, about microdosing research. I'm reading the recommendation is 10ug every 4th day, so if one buys 100ug how does one break that up to 10 pieces, that must be quite some art to achieve.
I'm sure breaking to quarters of 25ug would work - would welcome any thoughts and ideas;
The second question is: with so little research having been done, how does one know that the taking of such a small dose is not just a placebo?
Thank you kind people :-)
Z1234
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