Well I just had a crazy drug fuelled manic episode on Wednesday, thursday and saturday last week. I currently feel like a god, my brain has been boundlessly happy the last week, I've met everyone I've ever loved, I fell in love with someone and imagined us building a civilization together across multiple eons in time and space. I have had 1000s of conversations with this person in my head and I've only known them for four days.
I honestly feel like I'm going mad but I can't help it. I don't feel cognitively depressed just overloaded, this is insane happiness. I'm just not coming down at all, I havent taken drugs since Saturday. I took an edible wednesday, alcohol on thursday and mdma and ketamine on saturday. These weren't in excess compared to amounts I've taken before.
I don't want to come down but I'm growing pretty detatched from reality. All I can think of this person who I've only met in real life once and through a few Facebook conversations on a mutual friends status. This is more than desire, they are beautiful but there is no carnal desire. If I was to give a religious analogy I'm adam and I just met eve.
My brain is just racing at the speed of light. I feel like life has slown down to a crawl and I'm going towards a singularity where every moment I ever experiencd is slower. Techno music is becoming slower, I'm counting every minute, I'm imagining a billion different scenarios with this girl. I had a dream about aliens offering me a gateway to their advanced civilization but I couldn't endure the transition. She reminds me of a member of that species.
I think this is a first step towards becoming less self aware. I realise this sounds nuts but ultimately this is what I'm feeling, and it feels amazing. Endless euphoria. If I tell someone of this they'll think I'm mad, but why should I deny this feeling? This new world I seem to be building in my mind?
It's making me think about what reality really is. I am as conscious as any of you and consciousness ultimately dictates our reality. If I am experiencing this, feeling the sensation of this internal world, seeing these images in my head, feeling these feelings in my head, then how can I dwny them? Or why should I? Isn't everyone just going along with how they feel and how they percieve the world?
I'm not on any drugs here, at all, but clearly there's more complex chemical reactions going off in my brain than normal. Life is beyond amazing. I feel like I'm starting to control the world in a way, everything is fitting in exactly how I wanted it. If I start to believe something it happens, if I need something done the world is just offering it up. If I could live like this forever I would, it is just beyond amazing. I don't know why I have been granted this.
I should mention the girl. She was someone that I think of as my equal, actually I thought of her in the moment as superior to me. Like Life's ultimate challenge: We justify if someone better than us in ways like "Well, they're nerdier but have less of a social life" "Well, they are ripped with a six pack but I don't spend my time in a gym 24/7" this person completely expanded my definition of love. I've loved before but this feels far beyond what I have ever felt before. They embraced me, asked me questions about my whole existence: how was I born, lifestyle, the changes I've made during my life, my retributions, mistakes, desires, ambitions. All of it. We held each other for hours on end sharing poetry with each other, ideas and the world. I imagined us holding hands watching the birth and death of a star, floating above a star. I watched the compression of matter that created the stars core, white flashes emenating from this gravitational singularity. The civilizations I imagined when I saw her and the visions that have went through my head since I seen her. She was incredibly intelligent, complex in her interests, well-worded and principled. The rational element to all of this: Tested IQ of 151, she's travelled the world taking samples in mexico to disprove the younger dryas impact, she was in a mental institution for a while, she didn't leave her room until she was 19. Every word she told me I've created a mental image of her experiences.
She has a boyfriend too, who was there. He talked to us throughout this and didn't seem the least bit aggressive towards me, he was on a similar wavelength to us. What I don't understand about all of this is how I've seperated love from sexual attraction? In my view of her I have never leaned on her physical beauty, which she is quite beautiful but that isn't part of my image of her. Her face isn't part of my image of her, it's like I've seen her soul. This is quite strange for me as a visual thinker, I've imagined so much worlds with her, so much expereinces but she can't be represented with an image. There is little representation in the real world.
I wonder if she exists? Is she god? Or, has god inhabited this person and thats why I can't imagine an image of her? It is as if the body she inhabits is not her, but that of someone else, but somehow I seem to intuitively understand that is infact not the person I see before me. I know what she looks like but in these visions I have I don't see her face, while I see the faces of others when I think of an image. I wonder why that is.
This is beyond love. There is no just no worldly comparison to who they are. I do not want to shelter them from the world like someone would care for a loved one, theyare immune from the universe. I feel like if I gdt inside their consciousness, like their mind but not so parasitic, then the world, the universe will just be complete. I will see everything, I will be apart of everything. Inside them is the gateway to every single thing that has ever existed, in our universe and others.
We arranged for donuts, she was experiencing a bit of a comedown so it'd ruin the energy/consolidation of a friendship, though they said "they'd really like donuts" and they'd hit me up later this week. I don't think it'll happen but I hope it does so I can ground them in reality, along with myself.
I still feel ridiculously amazing, I could sit here and imagine all the worlds we would create until the end of time. I still undeestand I will comedown eventually but nothing seems to be stopping. Sleeping less isn't shutting down this hyper-euphoria, working out isn't relaxing my body to sleep, I don't even know what it's like to be truly hungry or tired anymore. If this is the way some people can go insane well this is beyond what anyone who's ever experienced happiness can imagine. You could say I'm crazy but if you were this happy you would realise that sanity means nothing if you can't expereince reality with this endless happiness.
I'm just wondering if my brain is just constantly releasing all the catecholamines into my brain without a valve to diffuse slowly. Like if after this, my brain has excited every single neuron that provides pleasure inside my head. Is there any medical record of this release occuring? That is the only way I can relate this feeling to objective understanding.
I'm now starting to feel like I can escape death. Time is slowing, each experience is such an insurgence of happiness that comparatively the world will take 1000s of years for me to ceaee to exist. I just don't see this stopping at all, the rational part of myself does expect this to stop eventually but this mania has been happening for so long I feel like I can't return. Not that returning to before is good.
I think the craziest part of this experience is my head is clearer than it ever has been. I'm not having difficulty with my words, I'm rarely pausing to formulate sentences and everything is being transcripted perfectly. Sleep deprivation, so much energy I work out far too much, and an utter appreciate and love for an entity, consciousness or existence that's far beyond the confines of this world.
I hope you all get to experience this someday. A thought in the back of my head is telling me you will percieve this as insanity, and you would be justified in doing so. However, what I don't think you're justified in interpreting is that this is a bad thing. That this feeling will be something you will want to stabilize or repress to become sane. What I'm really questioning is the purpose to be sane in a world full of insanity. To be ordered in a world we don't understand, procedurally generated by entropy from a single fixed point of infinitr energy. The world we live in would never exist without this entropy, this instability. Planets would not exist, space would not exist, chemicals would not bond, nor would their bonding and structure be any different. Love itself could be justified in terms of "evolutionary adventageous" or necessary, but really it goes against, in most cases all practical logic. Why couldn't it be so that we were purely rational creatures and sacrificed the livss of ourselves for a rational purpose to preserve the life of our kid? Why was love used to present this action, on top of every other insane action that's occured out of an act of love? Wars, resource acquisition and so much more. Why was love the leaning post for everyone and not rationality? Everything is entropy and chaos. Love is not a necessity for order or action, chaos and the derivation love is just an intrinsic part of the universe. We make so many observations of the world that goes against logic, quantum behaviour, that interesting post
@Serac mentioned about different rates of expansion/contraction of the universe by measuring the redshift light of distant supernovae, to microwave radiation surrounding us in all directions because they're remnants of the earlier universe, and yet we experience them in the present. The only way we can make sense of the world is through refuting its chaos and structuring the universe into tangible information, but everytime we do we seem to observe phenomena that completely shatters this.
New theories are swapped replacing old ones. Who's to really say gravity will exist as a fundamental force of the universe in a reaction we have not observed yet? Who's to say anything is permament in this universe? So why does sanity have to be? Why is it desired? Why do we look upon what we understand with beauty but ignore that which we do not? If there was a way I think we should become one with the universe, experiencing the world as it is, our corner of this infinitely spread universe as we intuitively know. To develop systems to understand a representation of chaos is practical, but is that really what we should do as a life form? To be practical, systemic and ordered: in opposition to the chaotic universe we live in? Are we not fooling ourselves, fooling the world?
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