Yeah, the point was that at the time of my bad experience, it actually revealed a truth about the people I was involved with - we were outgrowing each other and the acid seemed to make that impossible for me (and them) to ignore. The Greeks had a word for truth, aleithea which means something like 'revealed, disclosure, unforgettable and unavoidable'.
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While this all sounds negative and not very spiritual, it was the dawn of a new phase of my life that would lead to better things, I take the good with the bad.
What is real?
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Re: What is real?
I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in pain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand
I dream of fire
These dreams are tied to a horse that will never tire
And in the flames
Her shadows play in the shape of a man's desire
This desert rose
Each of her veils, a secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this
And as she turns
This way she moves in the logic of all my dreams
This fire burns
I realise that nothing's as it seems
I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in pain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand
I dream of rain
I lift my gaze to empty skies above
I close my eyes, this rare perfume
Is the sweet intoxication of her love
I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in pain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand
Sweet desert rose
Each of her veils, a secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this
Sweet desert rose
This memory of Eden haunts us all
This desert flower, this rare perfume
Is the sweet intoxication of the fall
Songwriters: Gordon Sumner / Mohammed Khelifati
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I think it does sound spiritual and that drugs are part of the spiritual stories of many people throughout the ages, usually as only a part of the adventure rather than the end of it where the conclusion is a life of medication.
I have actually never heard a drug story which didn't end up with some sort of changes involved, usually negative seeming things surrounding but leading to positive improvements, not dissimilar from stories of hauntings or possession.
My posts were about and leading inton"the religious experience" as both "the experience of being religious" and an implied description of The Fall, then I was inspired to post that song which I had no idea actually said what it did and perfectly fit my writing and implications and the whole set of themes I was driving at. It is really quite cool, though likely gets missed. I had positioned myself as the lamenting author or "religious person undergoing the experience of being religious while describing the experience of being religious" as the serpent figure.
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Speaking of roses, here is some Fragrance, referring to Spinning:
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=wk1E7LT-ZjM
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in pain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand
I dream of fire
These dreams are tied to a horse that will never tire
And in the flames
Her shadows play in the shape of a man's desire
This desert rose
Each of her veils, a secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this
And as she turns
This way she moves in the logic of all my dreams
This fire burns
I realise that nothing's as it seems
I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in pain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand
I dream of rain
I lift my gaze to empty skies above
I close my eyes, this rare perfume
Is the sweet intoxication of her love
I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in pain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand
Sweet desert rose
Each of her veils, a secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this
Sweet desert rose
This memory of Eden haunts us all
This desert flower, this rare perfume
Is the sweet intoxication of the fall
Songwriters: Gordon Sumner / Mohammed Khelifati
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I think it does sound spiritual and that drugs are part of the spiritual stories of many people throughout the ages, usually as only a part of the adventure rather than the end of it where the conclusion is a life of medication.
I have actually never heard a drug story which didn't end up with some sort of changes involved, usually negative seeming things surrounding but leading to positive improvements, not dissimilar from stories of hauntings or possession.
My posts were about and leading inton"the religious experience" as both "the experience of being religious" and an implied description of The Fall, then I was inspired to post that song which I had no idea actually said what it did and perfectly fit my writing and implications and the whole set of themes I was driving at. It is really quite cool, though likely gets missed. I had positioned myself as the lamenting author or "religious person undergoing the experience of being religious while describing the experience of being religious" as the serpent figure.
[hr]
Speaking of roses, here is some Fragrance, referring to Spinning:
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=wk1E7LT-ZjM