What is the difference between the mind and the brain? A rhetorical question to the Commoners that cross our everyday path. A question that remains a question; an answer never verified; a difference indigenous to each yet a stepchild to everyone.
The MOP was tasked this meeting to explore our individual cerebral girth from an unknown point of reference. Who better to peel back cultural overlays that herd our kind to familiar social pastures secure in the ignorance of bliss. Who better is able to share fearless conjecture shaped by limited science. This book review required a field of mental play with no out of bounds, no sidelines, and no referees. Willing to sideline our Ego and risk an audible to yield an unrecognized shadow of oneself. Our review of the psychedelic experiences of author Michael Pollan's book "How to Change Your Mind" initiated a full evening of phyasophical hazing of mind and matter.
Our journey required us to neuter our well deserved arrogance. It began weeks prior tomour gathering with a visit to the Planetarium show at Harrisburg Museum go Round. Setting our sights on the expanding vastness surronding Mother Earth too, the wind from our preverbial sails. The show was a humbling reminder of how little we understand yet valued an appreciation for efforts to understand the unknown.
Although we could not reasonably experience a psychedelic trip as described inn the book, a mushroom elixir was sent to the MOP for timely consumption before the meeting to ease our verbal journey to an altered counciousness. Upon arrival at the Farmhouse, with hopes of seeing things as they really are, we toasted our journey with a rye and absinthe cocktail. A variety of IPA's from The Alchemist Brewery in Vt did double duty.
Dinner was stove top, simmering to no further benefit. Garlic butter chicken thighs with mushrooms was served with crusty broiled bread with ovo, red pepper flakes, and salt. Colored peppers (not black) stuffed with hummus accompanied the dinner. Ice cream and yes chocolate peanut butter edges and coffee any unresolved dinner void.
Outside the weather was damp and hovering near 40. The heatalater was drafted to be a party on the back porch. Swirls of cigar smoke followed with individual humming as Buddah was rubbed. Port and Jaegermeister was served as the gavel fell.
A three hour porch discussion suitable for a TV documentary began. Speaking pompously I dare say, we concurred that our mind is not confined to our brain. And while our generously endowed cerebral gift is without doubt in Common circles the mystical revelations experienced by travelers in the book left no doubt that assistance was required to escape our Ego and discover self.
The spirit of Mudd Murray passed through my unguarded mind during our discussion. While my brain was asleep two years ago and my ego lay dormant, the consequential became understood in my vision of How to Change Your Mind examines the effect of drugs and mushrooms on people. Central to the "trips" is the complete loss of Ego and subsequent fear. What remains is a changed perspective of something after life and the separation from body. Mudd like.
The book challenges us to experience the bright lights of a psychedelic journey. I would sign up. Will you find truth via a mystical or spiritual transformation? Maybe temporarily. But our Ego is sovereign and rules like a dictator. So who knows unless you try it?
The writer acknowledges that Love is the answer. I so often thought of the power and wisdom of Danny Love He managed to silence his Ego lie a Buddist. He overcame so much pain. He was robbed of every human value, except Love. He was laid bare for all to see and witness. Danny Was tripping on Love. May his spirit remain with the MOP. Mudd, where are you?
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What is the difference between the mind and the brain? A rhetorical question to the Commoners that cross our everyday path. A question that remains a question; an answer never verified; a difference indigenous to each yet a stepchild to everyone.
The MOP was tasked this meeting to explore our individual cerebral girth from an unknown point of reference. Who better to peel back cultural overlays that herd our kind to familiar social pastures secure in the ignorance of bliss. Who better is able to share fearless conjecture shaped by limited science. This book review required a field of mental play with no out of bounds, no sidelines, and no referees. Willing to sideline our Ego and risk an audible to yield an unrecognized shadow of oneself. Our review of the psychedelic experiences of author Michael Pollan's book "How to Change Your Mind" initiated a full evening of phyasophical hazing of mind and matter.
Our journey required us to neuter our well deserved arrogance. It began weeks prior tomour gathering with a visit to the Planetarium show at Harrisburg Museum go Round. Setting our sights on the expanding vastness surronding Mother Earth too, the wind from our preverbial sails. The show was a humbling reminder of how little we understand yet valued an appreciation for efforts to understand the unknown.
Although we could not reasonably experience a psychedelic trip as described inn the book, a mushroom elixir was sent to the MOP for timely consumption before the meeting to ease our verbal journey to an altered counciousness. Upon arrival at the Farmhouse, with hopes of seeing things as they really are, we toasted our journey with a rye and absinthe cocktail. A variety of IPA's from The Alchemist Brewery in Vt did double duty.
Dinner was stove top, simmering to no further benefit. Garlic butter chicken thighs with mushrooms was served with crusty broiled bread with ovo, red pepper flakes, and salt. Colored peppers (not black) stuffed with hummus accompanied the dinner. Ice cream and yes chocolate peanut butter edges and coffee any unresolved dinner void.
Outside the weather was damp and hovering near 40. The heatalater was drafted to be a party on the back porch. Swirls of cigar smoke followed with individual humming as Buddah was rubbed. Port and Jaegermeister was served as the gavel fell.
A three hour porch discussion suitable for a TV documentary began. Speaking pompously I dare say, we concurred that our mind is not confined to our brain. And while our generously endowed cerebral gift is without doubt in Common circles the mystical revelations experienced by travelers in the book left no doubt that assistance was required to escape our Ego and discover self.
The spirit of Mudd Murray passed through my unguarded mind during our discussion. While my brain was asleep two years ago and my ego lay dormant, the consequential became understood in my vision of
How to Change Your Mind examines the effect of drugs and mushrooms on people. Central to the "trips" is the complete loss of Ego and subsequent fear. What remains is a changed perspective of something after life and the separation from body. Mudd like.
The book challenges us to experience the bright lights of a psychedelic journey. I would sign up. Will you find truth via a mystical or spiritual transformation? Maybe temporarily. But our Ego is sovereign and rules like a dictator. So who knows unless you try it?
The writer acknowledges that Love is the answer. I so often thought of the power and wisdom of Danny Love He managed to silence his Ego lie a Buddist. He overcame so much pain. He was robbed of every human value, except Love. He was laid bare for all to see and witness. Danny Was tripping on Love. May his spirit remain with the MOP.
Mudd, where are you?
Pompous
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