Nice thread.
I don't have to look too far inside for the world to get weird on me.
I mean, I have seen a vision of Jesus, which is totally not weird now I have seen him, just like cool.
But normally I don't see shit inside my mind, or have external visions either, . . . I mean, I know how to use my third eye, but I don't like to except under duress, or if I really have to. But weird things happen around me, all the time: then that same trip repeats on me over and over and I feel unable to stop the same weird stuff happening again. Kind of like a de ja vu that won't go away, and . . . well I am in one now, that's been here all week without drugs.
There is a rule, or custom, in Aboriginal culture, that if you have that kind of de ja vu, experience, (and I have lots of different threads of different kinds of de ja vu that potentially creep up on me), you are supposed to simply act within it different from how you ever have before. Getting good at taking new different action within de ja vu, kind of holds all the memory repetition in place. So I kind of fall into constant re-examining of memories, that is all it is, feeling like a trip repeated itself on me. But weird, only by comparison with most people's experience. And normal within indigenous culture.
And as for the experience that freaked me out most, it was after I had been reading Aboriginal Dreamtime stories. I had learned an idea from the middle east, Judaic originally but held in Christianity and Islam also. From a Sufi text I got hold of. The idea that the nature of the story we live in throughout our life, (in Indian scriptures it is one of the kinds of Karma, but there are 4 or 5 kinds, so not all ideas of what Karma can be are counted as this, this is the body's innate life bringing Karma, not the stored Karma), is something we need learn to know, and is defined by the combination of our ancestry and place of birth, or songline we are born upon; AND, in knowing that story we may speed it up, or slow it down, as we need, but it is impossible to alter the sequences of, as they relate to the shapes of landforms like mountains; AND, to find out what story is our own body's special life giving Karma, we only need surf the net, or look at the children's books in the library, or the TV guide, and chat to our mates, etc, etc, etc, and it will be that one story we always fall into, and cannot escape.
So first also realising my whole family have very remote indigenous ancestry, (like too far back for anybody to have had pieces of paper that could get indigenous identified jobs or abstudy today), I start reading Dreamtime stories with that idea in mind, (as well as looking through all the different stories of other lands, of all my other ancestry, in the mythology section of my local public library), and there is one story that kept on sticking to me uncontrollably. I wound up knowing the Greek version is Persephone, (and Ta'mar in the Bible), the Indian is Kunti, Sumerian Inanna, and a Cow Goddess in Ireland, PLUS, some of the brothers Grimm tales fit the bill, etc, etc. So then I find the indigenous version, about old man Roo, (male version of same, like Joseph in the Bible), and his mob, in a verion known as Koopoo the Kangaroo, who dug a hole in the riverbed for his family to drink from, but it was too deep for swimming, and they are happy, but then the dogs come (a whole other story there about how the Kangaroo gets its tail, . . . ), and the dogs chased the roos all around Australia, until old man Koopoo, jumps into his billabong he dug, and at the bottom turned into the Rainbow Serpent. This is in the version from Katherine, which coincides with the same songline of my home town of Armidale NSW. Then, next time I travelled back to Armidale, when I get to Kempsey, (where the songline meets the sea, but I didn't know that then yet), I see a road sign pointing to Armidale, and I think it must be the way, so I turn, expecting the road to take me through the Bellinger Valley, but that way stays on the coast until further north, and instead the road I took went up the McLeay river valley, via Bellbrook, and a road called "Big Hill".
Now I'm a sole parent right, traveling along with my three then primary school aged sons, and so we've got to stop for a picnic, etc, etc, but my fears are all creeping up on me, like severely, (that is the rainbow coming on in mind), and I am becoming increasingly paranoid, especially every time the road descended or went too near any water, and I am having to really really concentrate on behaving normally so as that my sons didn't worry about me. So I am driving slow, and carefully, and simply observing the contents of my mind, rather than letting the fears get the better of me. But along the way, we see animals beside the road, and I point out all the animals I am seeing to my children, who look and see also.
By the time it got dark, I had seen every one of the animals that appear in the Koopoo the Kangaroo story, in the right order of the story, at the exact places the story says, (eg the story said a black headed carpet pythons appears on top of a hill, after Koopoo turned into the Rainbow Serpent, and I see a red bellied black snake at the top of Big Hill, and the difference of type of snake is explained by location and my personality combined). So by the time all that came real, I figured it safe to start telling the Aboriginal community that my family have indigenous ancestry too, and sure enough, they don't want me identifying on paper for a job, but everybody indigenous who already knew me, now says, "yeah, we always knew that about you".
It was a bit bloody freaky the day it happened though, like a whole cultural paradigm shift went down inside 24 hours without drugs.
But nothing beat a vision of Jesus. He is vibrant and glowing and perfect to see for real, and seeing him saved my life literally, as I am in love that day at a bigger badder blacker biker's house than any white girls are normally safe at. But nobody harmed me. It was cool.
I see ghosts and shit too, ever since that day, in 2002 I traveled along the McLeay river valley, and back up Big Hill safely. That is, I see if I want to look, and there is all sorts of stuff I could see if I looked in the way black men have to be seeing all the time; but more normally I don't want to have to have a look. I sort of simply instruct the bad guys to leave me alone, in mind, when I smell something odd, or something is not aligned right in place and time; but black people always want to look more to see what the problem was, and they get it that I smell too, etc, so they don't hassle me to be looking like they might sometimes have hassled other white people into using drugs so as to have a look at how they see things. But many Aboriginal people see inner visions of animals and trees etc etc etc all the time, and relating to everything, even in big cities, like deciphering everything going on in everybody else by what animals and plants they can see corresponding with. Which is how reafforestation etc will manifest, I guarantee.
I also saw that space cowboy sword swallower performance artist once do spoon bending in front of 300 people at an Art Gallery Christmas cocktail party too, that was weirder than weird, now I think about it. I roused on him afterwards too, and told him that if he bends spoons like that on my head again, he bloody well better have bent them into the direction of reafforestation.
And when I watched Blair Witch project, I'd already known it is a hoax, but forgot as soon as I picked up the DVD cover, and read it, then same day, I had some heimia salicifolia, and calea zacatechichi cooking up together, with grated daikon radish, that I drank, then started to remember a friend having dumped on me her fears for her teenage sons, . . . . . . .(lets not go there),(to the town in the USA were some teenage mongrels made a film hoax), and I got my fears back under control in the folk lore of Japan, about the Daikon demon. Like in the children's film, "Spirited Away". Then looked up blair witch in the internet, and found it to be a total hoax, much to my relief.
Life just is weird if you ask me, BUT, I sure am glad of being an Aussie, since I reckon our culture is by its nature more scientifically minded. Y'know like if a thread like this was in an American forum, it'd be hell. But here, its simply got its share of cute cuddly marsupials that would actual scratch your eyes out if you were too close in the night.
Edited by Evil Genius, 04 May 2012 - 06:02 PM.
