Extradimensional Depiction in Murals at DIA (Page 1 of 2)

VERY interesting commentary....for me because you link together several different threads that have been of interest to me lately...including, a revival of the sensibilities of my "hippie" years, my daughters and her friends' interest in the 60s including the music (particularly Hendrix) and the politics (peace signs abound as do images of Che), the C's and the P's...not to mention the fact that I was recently in the Denver Airport taken aback by that mural which seemed a bit odd for airport faire which is usually more frivolous (I've read briefly about strange things below the Denver Airport which is SOOOOO far away from Denver, but that's another topic)....

Don't know if anyone's had this experience, but I'll share just in case.

You mentioned an ego death.  I once almost experienced it, but it scared the hell out of me that I pulled back and have been trying to find my way back ever since.  A great love, close friend and guru, died a few years back.  The news caused a gut wrenching response, the kind of wailing that one sees in Middle East countries when someone dies, but rarely here in the U.S. because we always hold back our feelings.  In any case, after a couple of days, my wailing turned into something quite different.  I started to feel him everywhere and began to laugh at everyone else who missed him.  It was so real that I would tell people how silly to miss him as he was obviously everywhere.    I should mention that he himself had had a near death experience and, being around him, one was (or at least I was) transported to a very different world.  One of a thinking-feeling place where one did not think out of that single point we usually do, but out of a different mind that is more like a radar center where the surroundings are not separate and are quite dreamlike.

The point of all this is that one day, a few months later, I was in my garden and, admittedly, just a little stoned, I started to see and feel the garden sparkle.  It's a cliche to say, but there is no other way to say it that I know of, but the trees came alive and I felt I was about to step into eternity and even though it was a sparkling beautiful peaceful place, I recoiled, stepped back and sought to regain the comfort and familiarity of my "ego" self.

He had once said to me that he was not real.  That he was only the focus of all my fears and all my desires and to turn away from him would be to turn away from the world, which he thought I would do because I was too full of illusion.  In that moment in the garden, all felt 'real' but it was a real that was very intense and required absolute surrender.  I succumed to fear in that moment.

Sorry to have rambled, but maybe it's relevant.

I'm not sure that I can, but I'll try.  I was in my garden.  I live in a fairly rural, woodsy area.  In any case, I felt the leaves of one of the trees and it sparkled and everything around me sparkled and I felt I could "step" into eternity.  But in doing so, I felt that I would lose control, even if it felt blissful.  It was quite unfamiliar and I thought afterward of the rats who don't leave their cage when it's open.

I had felt a similar thing in Wales months before that, where I could feel the stones and the earth and the weight of so much life as well as the bliss of belonging intimately to the earth and to all that has transpired upon it. 

I hope that helps, but I'm curious as to why yours is anot a "simple curiosity."  Have you had a similar experience?
Maggie

There's also datura (large white flowers), which is jimson weed...very psychoactive.

Khatru, I think you're right-- that's datura, not morning glories.  I assumed it was MG because of the vine, but the flowers are more datura-like.

I hope this doesn't drift too far off topic.

I think this vision might be integrally related to the scenario related in Kyle Griffith's War In Heaven. The NR thread on that subject has gone a little off course from the core elements of the book, but I'd suggest reading it (the book that is).

http://groups.yahoo.com/group/revolutionizing_reality/

You have to join their yahoo group to download the file.

The relevant part to me has less to do with the author's interpretations of what was going on then, and more to do with the fact that there was an interplay between multidimensional forces, the hippie movement, the musical groups you've mentioned (and many others), and psychedelics.
I think there's also a relationship between all of this and the thread about the loosh exchanges at the Glastonbury festival.

These kinds of experiences were a lot more common thirty years ago. I'm curious how long ago you had the experience (not that I think linear time is completely relevant to it).

The psychedelic movement was indeed "shut down" as you say, and it was accomplished by material world forces (though they were obviously influenced by the external agenda).

Around 1971 or so, the hippie movement was still at it's peak (regardless of what's been written by the so called authorities on the subject who claim it was over in 1967). There was a secondary wave of young people who may have missed Haight Ashbury, Woodstock and never saw Jimi live, but they'd seen Woodstock the movie and were influenced heavily by all the music and literature of the 60's, which was just in the process of making it's way from an underground existence to popular exposure. Casteneda was publishing his first books. Be Here Now by Ram Dass was everywhere (and priced at $3.33). Kerouac and The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test were being read in high school. There was a lot of pot, LSD and various natural hallucinogens in circulation and these chemical pursuits were more popular even than alcohol.

Seemingly over night new drugs appeared on the scene, which were quaaludes and PCP, amphetamines and occasionally cocaine. The most popular of these, was by far, quaaludes or sopors, which was methaqualone. They were ubiquitous, dirt cheap and instantly popular. The "market" was flooded with them. Generic versions went for 17 cents a piece in lots of a hundred and the "orange AS" higher grade units were $30.00/hundred, so they were retailing at a dollar each or less. It only took a single dose to render a person intoxicated, and combined with a couple of beers, they were extremely potent. For the person who was looking to get a little wasted (as opposed to having some kind of mystical experience) quaaludes were perfect and a much better deal (with a stronger buzz) than marijuana.
I'm not sure if they were physically addictive, but there was certainly a psychological addiction involved. Illegal drug use that was formerly confined to young adults and college students filtered down through high school and into the middle school environment in the span of a year or so (which might be coincidental). The quaalude buzz, similar though not the same as alcohol, still drastically lowered sexual inhibitions and dramatically increased promiscuity among high school age users. So it was all good fun. I have friends who remember nothing about high school beyond the weekend orgies they attended.

Anyway, this always seemed fishy to me, especially since so many former fans of psychedelics almost overnight switched their drugs of choice to these new pharmaceuticals... and then went on to some of the older, tried and true drugs like sleeping pills, valium and speed, with the ones who lived through it settling in with alcohol. There was a distinct lowering of cosmic energy, and also of any interest in mystical pursuits. Instead there was a greater general attraction to materialism.

Many years passed before I got an explanation. I met someone who was several years older than me and a senior at Kent State University at the time of the student shootings by Ohio National Guard soldiers. Besides having a lot of inside information about various events related to the shootings, he also knew a lot about the source of the glut of quaaludes.
This was during the height of the Viet Nam war. Body counts of American soldiers were in the hundreds every week. The war was going nowhere even faster than the current Iraq situation and college students, the people who were being drafted and forced to fight in that farce were more than a little pissed. Many of them were literally fighting for their lives. The atmosphere on campuses all over the US was volatile to say the least. Combine this angry anti-war/establishment energy with the opening of the 3rd eye by rampant psychedelic use, supercharged by the music and literature of the times and it's clear why the PTB were more than a little threatened.

The shootings were in 1970, and it was in the next couple of years that the sopor epidemic started. There were a lot of Viet Nam veterans around the Kent campus then (it was a magnet for dissenters after the shootings) and my friend knew several of them. The military was just beginning to diagnose veterans with post traumatic stress syndrome and their "treatment" for many of these ex-soldiers was to prescribe enormous bottles of methaqualone...like bottles of 1000, to one patient. No one could take anywhere near that many pills, so naturally most of them ended up on the street. This was going on with hundreds of veterans at several universities in Ohio and also in other areas around the country. Three or four years later the supplies of quaaludes dried up and eventually they became very difficult to obtain, but the damage to the psyche of the youth culture had been done.

I think this change in consciousness altering habits, combined with the maturity of the peer group (children, family responsibilities, etc) and the end of the Viet Nam war all combined to create whatever that was that happened in the 80's.
I do think the hippie movement is still relevant and that it's influence is still being felt...especially in venues like this one.

For many people the drugs are (or were) important simply for the realization that we have the potential of a functional 3d eye. I don't see how it could be kept open functional through the use of psychedelics.

Hopefully your misunderstanding comes from the fact that I used the wrong word for "Sight".  I was trying to visualize a scenario in which a human never had sight, and gained it.  How much more functional that human would become, and how much richer their life experience becomes.  The only way you can think about something you don't have is to think about it in terms of something you do have, thus my analogy. 

It does seem to be true that we can access the third eye through well developed meditative practices, but it seems to me that the third eye is something that could be on %100 of the time.  I also believe it was on at one point in human history, find a time were the culture of humans was peaceful and incredibly artistic and I would guess that those cultures the humans had use of their third eye.  I have no clue what caused the third eye to cease functioning, other then it seems to have been done purposely.  The two best explanations I can come up with for why the third eye is off, is either that humanity wanted to experience what it would be like to believe they were actually the human creature their soul was occupying, with all of the associated fears, and joys, and therefore cut the connection to the infinite that was constantly reminding us of our godliness, and the infinite of our existence.   The other option is that a dark group of non physical beings saw humanity as some sort of energy source, and blinded the sense that allowed us to be aware of them, leaving us completely vulnerable and defenseless to their feeding on us.  Regardless of the cause, I am becoming more confident every day that the prophesied golden age may have quite a lot to do with regaining the fully functioning of the now dormant pineal gland (third eye).

Can you describe it and the context of your experience (it's not simple curiosity).

My experience was an Ayahausca journey down in Brazil.  I would have to list it as one, if no the most amazing experience of my life.  The way I think of the experience now, was that it was kind of like hitting the pause button on my life, and getting to remember who I was before I began this life, and to remember how absolutely extraordinarily fantastically awesome life can be.  While I would love to go back their I realize that I am here now, and must be so for a reason, and so I must discover that reason before I can go back.  We are infinite beings though, so what is a couple more years of life on earth when we will be living for an eternity.    The journey was absolutely amazing though, I was able to go to other realities and dimension, places that scared the crap out of me because I could not understand what I was seeing.  One nice thing about the drug, is that I have spontaneously opened the door, or the third eye to the these fascinating worlds, but fear always seems to shut the door immediately.  With a drug like Ayahausca you have no choice to go forward and hang on for an amazing and terrifying wild ride.  While at the beginning of almost every trip you intensely regret the decision to have imbibed the Ayahausca, as soon as you become used to the new state of being you notice how wonderful and connected everything is.  I think one reason psychotropics are abused is that once on them everything becomes the most beautiful thing you have ever seen.  The patterns on a random object like a board, or cement can become so intricate and wonderful you feel as if you could stare at it for eternity.  Likewise from what I hear, if you allow fear to take over anything can become the most terrifying thing you have ever seen.  Its kind of like the world around you reflects what you are experiencing inside back at you like a mirror. 

One reason I really enjoy writing about my experience is that it seems that as the writing requires me to intensely focus on the experience and my memories of it, somehow that intense focus seems to open a doorway where I can feel briefly what is through the door.  Fear nearly instantly shuts it down.  I have become aware that there is what I will call a gatekeeper blocking me from opening this door.  I put him there based on some sort of decision that my subconscious made, I think for my protection, and to help me live in and relate to those in this society.  I think it becomes very hard to function in this society with the third eye open, and only a rare few like Jesus or Buddha could relate successfully from the different reality they were in, back to this reality we live in.  Anyway the vision or feeling that came back while I was writing this is this pulsing feeling like my whole body is beating like my heart, expanding and contracting about the same rate as the heart beats.  But I see this maniacal creature who is composed only of all basic colors fluorescent red, orange, green, blue.  I see him dancing and laughing like a really mischeivious entity, and I feel like he is communicating to me "Hey isn't this fun!!!!?!?!"  And I am sitting there terrified while he just laughs at me and how scared I am of this place.   When I go there I instantly have access to knowledge and memories that I didn't even know I had.   But I know what the cartonesque multicolored dragon creature means by "Isn't this fun" is that isn't this game called life fun?  Isn't it great how we have totally fooled you humans?  Its perspective is of someone who would look at a group of animals walking in a line and think it was funny to lead those animals off a cliff just for fun.  To them our lives are just a joke, it is hard to understand why we take this life so seriously when you are at a perspective where you know there is no death,  things are infinite.  T

his is cool I am starting to see many colors, talking about this is having some sort of third eye opening effect.  Anyway, lets see here.   What else can I pick up from the vision....  Ohhh a great analogy.  If you have seen the truman show.  Imagine that one day everyone you have ever met and known said to you, "Yeah this whole life it was just a scenario we set up to fool you."  "Do you like our joke??"   "It's all fake, we made it all up just for you, so we could watch and have fun"   Meanwhile you are sitting there, probably vomiting, crying feeling horridly scared broken hurt, whatever, thinking " NO NO NO NO, it can't be fake, I lived my whole life and it was just a game, just for fun??!?"   That is ego death.  The Dragon creature I see thinks ego death is funny.  Its very interesting, that the dancing of the dragon creature as I watch it is very rhythmic just like Native American Indian dancing, and there is a throbbing feeling about the same rate as a beating drum. 

There is definately a feeling of losing control.  I think it somewhat has to do with life here being like a car traveling down the highway, you always no where you need to go next, and everything is all laid out and easy to understand, just drive straight down the road.  Now imagine that you come to this absolutely immense paved flat expanse, with no markings or anything.   You can drive in any direction, but you never seem to get anywhere just to more paved parking lot.  You begin to become disoriented trying to figure which direction you are driving,  you wonder if you are turned around or lost and begin to fear if you will ever be able to get back to the road.  It is when the limitation that has kept you comfortably traveling the same path, to where you can move in any direction, that you begin to get a sense of disorientation or feeling of being lost when you leave the path.  That is I believe why so many souls enjoy it hear so much.  Despite the lack of a lot of the immense beauty of things on the outside, here at least things are stable and seem to be fairly consistent as to on the outside things appear as you want them to appear,  you yourself would resemble what ever thing it was you imagined yourself to resemble.   

I read war in heaven.  Some parts of it I really didn't connect to, so as I was suspect of how some things in WIH were portrayed, I questioned all of it and decided I would not use it as a reference for my philosophies.

I stated earlier in this reply, that I believe that the third eye can be kept open.  How, I don't know.  I am not sure if it would even be a very smart thing to do.  But from my experience I believe things would fall int a much more harmonious nature for humanity if we were able to figure out who to get the third eye back on.

Quite interestingly, on my journey, I was given what I believe to be a chance to walk out of this reality and step through what appeared to be a tear in the fabric of reality, as if reality as I see it were a screen on which everything I see is projected, and this screen were torn and through it, I saw the angelic hippy beings and one of them was extending their hand to me to offer me to go with them.  My feeling at the time was not to go because i was afraid I might die here. I wonder thought what it would have been like to accept their offer.  Perhaps one day I will get that chance again.

I understand. The reason I brought it up is because you mentioned those particular psychedelically infused rock bands and because there was information in the WIH book that directly applies to what you're discussing. Because of several powerful subjective experiences I'm aware that some of the unique aspects of his information are valid. I'd been looking for some kind of verification that someone else besides myself knew these things were going on (for like 30 years) and apparently KG knew all about it. That being said, I definitely don't accept all of his philosophies either, though I have enough inside information to not reject them out of hand.
I don't have time to go into it now, and I've already taken your thread a bit off track, so I'll leave it go. I'm sure if I keep posting here, it will come back around at some point.