Topic: Mirrors and the Creation of Consciousness
I felt like writing. I hope you enjoy.
I guess the world does exist within me: This thought came to me as I sat silently staring at the stars shining in the sky – the memory of a miraculous metaphysical moment.
I was twelve and curious about marijuana. I listened to a rap group called Cypress Hill, and they liked to rap about smoking weed/getting high. They had a song called “Illusions,” that I had listened to. From this I formed the belief that smoking marijuana could create illusions. And the only notion of illusion I had at the time were the experiences of looking at my distorted image in a mirror inside of a funhouse at the local fair.
I went to visit my friend who was staying in a hotel. His parents were in another room on another floor. He was going to get high, and I decided I would join him. He had smoked weed a few times before. This would be my first time. He loaded up the bong, and he instructed me how to smoke properly. After the session was over, I didn’t feel any different. He told me that some people don’t get high the first time, and that maybe it would work next time. I exited the bathroom and walked around the main room, feeling down-to-earth, just like any normal kid would feel who has never smoked weed before. But then I looked in the big mirror above the dresser. And I was amazed. My neck was maybe three times its normal length, and its width was ridiculously reduced in size. And my head was extremely small. It was the coolest thing. I started waving my crazy neck/face back and forth, gleefully grinning. My friend walked over in front of the mirror. His reflection was the same as mine. He looked at me funny and asked what I was doing. I told him. He looked into the mirror, and said that he couldn’t see anything different. He shook his head and eventually went back into the bathroom to finish of the rest of the resin. What was weird was that nothing else in my perception was different. Everything in the hotel room looked the same. And I was definitely not “high” in the weed sense of the word. The only thing that changed in my reality was the reflections of me and my friend standing in front of that magical mirror.
Before I smoked weed again, I researched it on-line at school. I was surprised to find out that the effect of smoking marijuana did not entail seeing “things” (the meaning of hallucinations is what I thought illusions meant when I heard that song). Eventually I smoked weed again, but, it wasn’t until my fourth meeting with Mary Jane that she was finally able to f*ck me – graciously getting me “high.” But I never saw my face/neck like that again.
I put down “The Book of Secrets” by Deepak Chopra. This one Deepak quote kept calling at my consciousness: “You are not in this world; the world is in you.” I then went outside and sat underneath the stars.
- Does anyone have any metaphysical knowledge about mirrors? Are they known to be easier to project thoughts onto? Anyways, that is one of my many f*cked up life experiences.