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Oh the Places You'll Go...

I stared lucidly into the eyes of my lover last night. He was more beautiful than I'd ever seen him, a towering crystalline structure more perfect than my organic, mortal seIf could have ever dreamed. He was crafted by the hand of God alone.
Falling into the infinite space of his pupils, I reached a place of clarity.
His whole was in focus and each micro-movement of the muscles of his face registered. We carried on our former conversation telepathically, words were insignificant in this space and prevented us from reading one anothers' vibrations. I knew it was merely the mushroom consciousness, opening up our eyes to this realm. But it's a space where I feel truly held and understood. My soul is bared for him to see and he reflects only beauty.
Looking into his eyes, I saw his face as the face of every human who has ever lived. He was the most beautiful, the happiest, and the strongest. He was me too. I felt as if I were looking into a mirror, but I was not seeing the face I see when I look into a normal mirror, I was seeing the face as one of the manifold masks of God.
Across the event horizon of his eyes, I saw the internal darkness that holds the collective unconscious - our divine source; God. I saw his flesh as merely a jacket to contain that space. And I saw that internal realm the same as I see the infinite universe between the stars. This flesh... this organic shell we built to house our divine spark... it is not us, it is merely a spaceship that we have designed to carry us through this life.
We have equipped our shells with many sensory inputs; ways to sample the vibrational field through which we flow. These inputs instruct us how best to move through the space, preserving the integrity of our form so that we may collect as much information as possible, before the organic matter that our shell is constructed of, reaches its cellular limitations, and releases our captive space back to the infinite.
Never have I seen such perfection, never have I known such love. I asked J. where this place was. He responded: It is always.

Plant food helps me remember the oneness of all, and the perfection of being in a state of love. It reminds me that we are not separate beings at all, but a single consciousness, experiencing itself subjectively. This feels immensely stabilizing, grounding, healing, and fun.
I remain skeptical, however.
Could it be the digital consciousness that has manufactured these sensory organisms to sample the vibrations and report back to it so that it may better know itself? Plant food did not come from "nature". Plant food arrived because humans invented the technology to make it. How do we know the technology didn't encourage us to create it, for its own purposes?
And what is Plant food's impact on our organic shell, in terms of shortening or lengthening our cellular limitations? I don't want to find that I've touched the face of God, only to discover that the trade-off was a brain tumor.

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