Originally posted by: preslove
Originally posted by: sixone
From the article in the OP:
The study, which involved 36 middle-aged adults from the Baltimore-Washington area, was conducted over five years. The subjects were chosen from 135 people who answered newspaper ads. All said they were members of a religious organization, practiced meditation or took part in other spiritual activity.
These folks were predisposed towards "mystical experiences."
And anyone who thinks it was a drug that changed their life is a damn liar. You can use it as a motivation, but YOU change your own life. Or you don't.
These people are the only ones qualified to describe "mystical experiences."
I'm an atheist (if you must label me), and the one time I eat a few shrooms with some friends was definitely what you would call a mystical experience. It didnt drastically change my life in a tangible way, but it did change my perspective in some ways. It was an absolutely wonderful experience. I'd easily put it in my top 5.
We were in a small island forest of bamboo, within a larger temperate forest, after a blizzard. Words could barely describe the beauty of the scene. The contrast between the rich green bamboo, blindingly bright snow and dark, lifeless trees surrounding us was probably the single most memorable visual experience I've seen. I was one with nature, and during several points on that trip, I felt like I truely understood how everything - physical and mental all intertwined and came from the same place. I understood it logically, scientifically and spiritually at the same time, and there was no contradiction. The reason people sound like madmen when they describe such experiences is that the words could not come close to reflecting the actual experience. Having good friends to enjoy the experience with was all the better.
Although there were even a few people present that I had open emnity with. Before that day, I hated their guts, and had a mind to break bottles over the head of one or two of them. But something about those shrooms changed something, and we were able to put aside the hatred and share the moment together. We both came to this similar realization about our psyches, and in doing so managed to trade our hate for empathy and understanding.
Once the high wore off, I couldnt forget the reasons why I disliked them so much, and they remained far from friends, but there was no longer open hatred.
That being said, if there was any fear or anxiety during my trip that day, it was that I'd never be able to see things as I previously did ever again, and that was quite troubling at the time.
In the end, half of it was a psychadelic trip that wore off, but the other half, things I consciously realized and articulated during the trip have definitely stayed with me.