Stoned Talk

[LuvNewcastle]

I was smoking with a friend of mine and he was telling me about his coma. He had an accident a few years before I met him, and he was in a coma for several weeks. I asked him some questions about it.

He told me a long story about the dream he had in the beginning and several of the dreams he had after that. I asked him if he felt like he had an out-of-body experience. He said no, he thought he was living his life like he always had. He told me that the coma life was so real that he couldn't believe that it didn't happen.

I started talking about other dimensions and we were wondering if he was in another dimension the whole time. I told him that this might not be his real life. Maybe one day he'll wake up in another dimension.

All of this makes me wonder if our imaginations create life in other dimensions. Maybe everything we imagine actually happens in another dimension. Maybe that's what God is. Someone who created us with his mind. Maybe we're God's to people in other dimensions, we just don't know it. Maybe our God Isn't aware of what he's done either.

[madamvlb]

1. Deep thinking!

[mountain grammy]

2. reading this with my morning coffee

makes no sense. Will read it later after smoking a bowl.

[LuvNewcastle]

6. Hopefully it made more sense after that.

When I woke up and read that post, it reminded me of stuff I used to hear on Coast2Coast, back in the days with Art Bell.

[pnwest]

3. Very cool. Would love to hear more in detail

about what he was doing in his coma life, what was going on! Fascinating!

[CanSocDem]

4. It happened to me.

While undergoing surgery in 1995 I was so convinced that I had driven 600 miles for a MRI that I couldn't wait to tell all my visitors about it in the morning. One of my visitors was my cousins' husband, who worked in the hospital as a psychiatrist and who didn't believe for a second that I had made the trip but didn't initially call me on it.

He knew that I was a long time user of cannabis so when he finally got around to discussing it, he had already chalked it up to "excessive" smoking and wondered if I had indulged heavily before the surgery. I hadn't but I was beginning to have doubts about my 'trip'.

However, I already knew about out-of-body experiences so by the time they convinced me that I had been in the recovery room the whole time, I understood how my consciousness had removed me from the scene.

Sadly, the psychiatrist died before I could explain to him how shortsighted the discipline of psychiatry had become.


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[LuvNewcastle]

5. Thanks for sharing your story.

Consciousness is such a mystery. Where is it and what is it? That's one thing I look forward to when I die, exploring those places on the fringe. It's a long, strange trip.