what you do not know can not hurt you

"Christ is important because his solidarity with his brothers
and sisters is what guarantees salvation in the present."
Jon Sobrino Jesus the Liberator

"Learn from me, if not by my precepts, then by my example, how dangerous is the pursuit of knowledge and how much happier is that man who believes his native village to be the world than he who aspires to be greater than his culture will allow." - Mary Wollstonecraft

salvation in living life

ego death

two conceptions of afterlife:

metaphorical and literal


Ego death involves the loss of the need to hold onto a subjective self-identity.

A fundamental transformation of the psyche occurs.

Spiritual corruption is burned up in the cleansing flame when ego patterns are put to death.

Redemption of the Eternal Soul exists in the "afterlife," the life lived after the life not being lived while immersed in spiritual corruption.

Jettisoning the conceptual structures of hyperreality the Eternal Soul breaks free of spiritual corruption.

The reborn soul, having experienced ego death, regains its lost innocence and walks hand in hand with the Creator in the Garden.

The evidence is certain for this afterlife - eternal life in the death of the ego.

What evidence do we have for an eternal life after physical death?

None whatsoever.

Biblical scripture points to a mystical awakening to the Kingdom of Heaven - along with a realization about death and the last judgement.

The Mystery of the Jesus Narratives is set up through deliberate conflation of literal death with spiritual ego death.

When we think of time as illusory we are freed from the bonds of time.

This allows us to step out of time and into eternity.
psychospirtual rebirth

The only evidence for eternal afterlife is mystical timeless rebirth.

The greatest religious experience is that of spiritual ego death and rebirth, being reborn, enlightened, regenerated, redeemed out of the deterministic materialistic cosmos.

Enlightenment is actually simple, rational, and comprehensible.

The fully developed mind "transcends rationality" in a specific, mild, restrained sense - mystic insight is essentially comprehensible, simple, summarizable, paraphrasable and yet the words must be used metaphorically and analogously as we have no words that accuratly and adquately describe the realm of the dreamtime in which we transcend our materialistic interpretation of reality by transcending rationality within limits.

Revelation is rational and occurs through an understanding of newly created mental connections that have just come into existence - connections our conscious minds have only been dimly aware of.

Faith is really about surviving the mystic experience of spiritual ego death and rebirth and transcending a previous conceptualization of reality - not about gaining a literal afterlife.

mystical experience methodology

There are multiple traditional methods of engaging the mystical experience.

The most widely spread method used by proponents of every religion is the contemplative meditative prayer.

Other methods include chanting, holding a rigid body position for a prolonged period, self-flagellation, fasting, engagement in ritual practices and the use of entheogens.

mind boggled

An entheogen is a psychoactive substance used in a shamanic context.

Entheogens generally come from plant sources which contain molecules closely related to endogenous neurochemicals.

A wide variety of psychedelics are used in various religious rites.

Entheogens directly provoke what users perceive as a mystical experience.

"Entheogen" refers to any molecule which stimulates the central nervous system through one of the two main neurological pathways:

phenethylamine - a brain chemical associated with the adrenaline pathway, and a precursor of mescaline and 2C-B;

tryptamine - a brain chemical associated with the natural metabolism of serotonin, a precursor of psilocin, psilocybin, N,N-Dimethyltryptamine and lysergic acid diethylamide.

During the global paradigm shift in thought processing that occurs during entheogenic initiation the concept of Eternal Life shifts along with understanding of concepts such as time, self-control, personal agency and self-conceptualization.

In experiential allegory, Eternal Life refers to the experience of timelessness, or the discovery of the existence of timelessness.

This is the true mystical meaning of Eternal Life.

1955 Christopher Paget Mayhew, a British member of parliament, is given 400mg of mescaline before BBC TV cameras by his friend Dr Humphry Osmond. He becomes absolutely convinced that a part of our consciousness exists outside of time. Christopher Mayhew was tested by Dr Osmond throughout the experiment and showed no significant loss of intelligence. Christopher Paget Mayhew received a life peerage and was raised to the House of Lords as Baron Mayhew.

"After brooding about it for several months, I still think my first, astonishing conviction was right - that on many occasions that afternoon I existed outside time. I don't mean this metaphorically, but literally. I mean that the essential part of me (the part that thinks to itself, "This is me") has an existence, quite conscious of itself, in a timeless order of reality outside the world as we know it. Though perfectly rational and wide awake I was not experiencing events in the normal sequence of time." - Christopher Paget Mayhew

Hofmann's Potion

LSD Brain Scan Reveals Stunning Info

LSD:The Spring Grove Experiment

The Mescaline experiment:
Humphry Osmond and Christopher Mayhew

Aldous Huxley, Doors of Perception excerpt

Religion as a Product of Psychotropic Drug Use

1950's LSD Experiment - Artist

1950's Housewife on LSD

Alan Watts on LSD

brain receptors

At first nothing appeared changed.

I noticed first of all that the rug was no longer flat and lifeless, but had become a field of stirring and undulating hairs, much like the movement of the sea anemone or a field of wheat in the wind.

The doors, walls, and windows were liquefying.

All rigidities disappeared.

I had been plunged to the bottom of the sea, and everything had become undulating and wavering.

The door knobs were no longer door knobs, they melted and undulated like living serpents.

Every object in the room became a living, mobile breathing world.

I walked away, into a hallway opening into several small rooms.

On the way there was a door leading to the garden.

The dazzle of the sun was blinding, every speck of gold multiplied and magnified.

Trees, clouds, lawns heaved and undulated too, the clouds flying at tremendous speed.

The plain door now appeared the most delicate Persian designs, flowers, mandalas, patterns in perfect symmetry.

As I designed them they produced their matching music.

When I drew a long orange line, it emitted its own orange tone.

My body was both swimming and flying. I felt gay and at ease and playful.

There was perfect connection between my body and everything that was happening.

The colors in the designs gave me pleasure, as well as the music.

The singing of mocking birds was multiplied, and became a whole forest of singing birds.

My senses were multiplied as if I had a hundred eyes, a hundred ears, a hundred fingertips.

The murals which appeared were perfect, they were Oriental, fragile, and complete, but then they became actual Oriental cities, with pagodas, temples, rich Chinese gold and red altars, and Balinese music.

The music vibrated through my body as I were one of the instruments and I felt myself becoming a full percussion orchestra.

The waves of the sounds ran through my hair like a caress.

The music ran down my back and came out of my fingertips.

I was a rainbow cascade of rainfall.

I was small, light, mobile.

I could use any method of levitation I wished.

I could dissolve, melt, float, soar.

Wavelets of light touched the rim of my clothes, phosphorescent radiations.

I could see a new world with my middle eye, a world I had missed before.

I caught images behind images, the walls behind the sky, the sky behind the infinite.

The walls became fountains, the fountains became arches, the domes skies, the sky a flowering carpet, and all dissolved into pure space.

I looked at a slender line curving out into space which disappeared into infinity.

I saw a million zeros on this line, curving, shrinking in the distance, and I laughed and said: "Excuse me, I am not a mathematician. How can I measure the infinite?"

Now I was standing on the rim of a planet, alone.

I could hear the fast rushing sound of the planets rotating in space.

I wondered who had been there before me and whether I would return to earth.

The solitude distressed me and for the first time, the sense of distance.

I asked Gil very vehemently: "Are you sure that I will find my way back?"

Gil answered reasonably: "Of course, I found my way back. I'm here."

I returned to my starting point.

I was standing in front of an ugly door, but as I looked closer it was not plain or green but it was a Buddhist temple, a Hindu column, a Moroccan ceiling, gold spires being formed and re-formed as if I were watching the hand of a designer at work.

I was designing red spirals which unfurled until they formed a rose window mandala with edges of radium.

An undulating line emitted music in perfect accord with the design.

The designs were preparatory sketches for entire Oriental cities.

I saw the temples of Java, Kashmir, Nepal, Ceylon, Burma, Cambodia, in all the colors of precious stones illumined from within.

Then the outer forms of the temples dissolved to reveal the inner chapels and shrines.

The reds and golds inside the temples created an intricate musical orchestration of Balinese music.

Two sensations, at once, began to torment me: one that it was happening too quickly and that I would not be able to remember it, another that I would not be able to tell what I saw, it was too elusive and too overwhelming.

The temples grew taller, the music wilder, it became a tidal wave of sounds with gongs and bells predominating.

Gold spires emitted a long flute chant.

Every line and color was constantly breathing and mutating.

Then I began to experience difficulties in breathing.

I felt immensely cold, and very small in my cape, as if I had undergone an Alice in Wonderland metamorphosis.

I remembered the illustration from Saint-Exupery's Little Prince, the child standing all alone on the edge of the planet.

I lay down and covered myself.

I looked at the curtains of the room and they turned to a gauzy gold.

The whole room became filled with gold, as if by a strong sun.

The walls turned to gold, the bedcover was gold, my whole body was becoming gold, liquid gold, scintillating, warm gold.

I was GOLD.

It was the most pleasurable sensation I had ever known outside an orgasm.

It was the secret of life, the alchemist's secret of life

From the feeling of intense cold, as if I were chloroformed, of loss of gravity of the legs, and diminution in size, I passed to the sensation of being gold.

Suddenly I was weeping, weeping.

I could feel the tears and I saw the handkerchief in my hand.

Weeping to the point of dissolution.

Why should I be weeping?

As soon as the concept of absurdity struck me, the comic spirit appeared again.

It was another Anaïs, not the one which was lying down weeping, but a small, gay, light Anaïs, very lively, very restless and mobile.

The cosmic spirit of Anaïs became aware.

The cosmic spirit of Anaïs shook herself jauntily and said: "Let's stop this weeping. Everything is more wonderful under water (than in space?). It is alive and it breathes."

Space was lonely, and empty, a vast desert.

After the feeling of GOLD I had a feeling of danger.

My world is so beautiful, so beautiful, but so fragile.

I was pleading for protection of this evanescent beauty.

I thought I was the quickest mind alive and the quickest with words, but words cannot catch up with these transformations, metamorphoses.

The Oriental cities vanished and the infinite appeared again, but now it was bordered on each side by the celestial gardens.

Temptation not to pursue the infinite, but to enjoy the gardens.

Space is definitely without sensuous appeal.

The comic spirit of Anaïs stood aside and laughed at so much Russian-opera extravaganza.

The other Anaïs maintained her pose as a Balinese dancer with legs slightly bent, the tips of the fingers meeting in a symbolic gesture of pleading.

I watched a shoreline of gold waves breaking into solid gold powder and becoming gold foam, and gold hair, shimmering and trembling with gold delights.

I felt I could capture the secret of life because the secret of life was metamorphosis and transmutation, but it happened too quickly and was beyond word.

Cosmic spirit of Anaïs mocks words and herself.

Ah, I cannot capture the secret of life with WORDS.


The secret of life was BREATH.

That was what I always wanted words to do, to BREATHE.

Cosmic spirit of Anaïs rises, shakes herself within her cape, gaily, irresponsibly, surrenders to the mystery of life.

Now I know why fairy tales are full of jewels.

Anais Nin

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