In what way do you like the catnip?
Quote:i want to exist, not sure about the living, if i am to blend into nirvana and lose all my senses to become one with infinity i would not hesitate
I think I understand what you mean. When I was into drugs, at the core of that journey, I wanted nothing more than what you described. I didn't achieve it.
When i became depressed, and after having read the Ra Material years prior, I dismissed mostly every experience in life, ignored vital things and interactions, cues, treated everything like it was below nirvana or oneness. Like it was not worth my time, like I knew it was "the wrong way" and it made me smug inside my mind.
But the things, memories, feelings I carelessly tossed aside or threw away haunted me, yet I became more inclined to seek to dive into nothingness/everything-ness. To look for it in insights about reality. I tried to find it in philosophy, thinking that if I knew how the world really was already oneness, I would find myself in it. But the so-called hauntings kept sneaking in, penetrating into my mind, no matter what aspects of them I ignored.
It's so easy to have kept walking in that direction, looking. But the compassion that rose whenever I perceived I was "taking others down with me" was what stopped me. I couldn't worsen their lives because it hurt to see how badly I failed them.
They didn't understand what I was about anyways, because I never told them, because I knew they wouldn't believe or understand what I "saw", how I saw the world.
Anyways, I closed my fists and got angry at myself. I cried about it. I realized that doing one constant thing will always have the same consequences, it would never change. I would have to stop feeding the loop I was in or it would continue unabated. When I could stop it, it left me suffering for being deprived of the entire mindset I was conditioned to wallow in, the stimulus I was so used to receiving.
I likened that suffering to someone who hadn't exercised in a long, long time who was now in the situation where he was being hunted and had to run for his life.
It didn't matter knowing the technical reasons for why my awful conditioning had made me so pitiable, because the more I looked, the more distracted I became. I learned, you either change or you fall, stay seated, and thus leave yourself at the mercy of your own induced consequences, leaving yourself only able to be helped by kind souls who might not even cross paths with you, or compassionate souls who might not understand what you're even going through.
I got tired of waiting. I was fortunate enough not to let my mind reduce to melted cheese, or else it would've hurt far worse to climb back up and rebuild, and thus I would've been for more avert to doing that.
Now I just experience whatever I do, in a relatively comfortable place, compare it to the Ra Material, and teach what I'm willing to teach.
I couldn't admit to enjoying much of anything in life back then. At least now I enjoy music, other things, and seeing that I can communicate in a world among many people who have somewhat relateable experiences.