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Call me boorish, but having been there, albeit not on the solstice, I found it be a tad unexciting. The only thing interesting to me were the conversations by people and realising how mental others can be.
Things like "I can feel a real energy surrounding me here" or "my soul is at peace" and all that hippy shite. "Soul" and "energy"? Fruitcakes.
Call me boorish, but having been there, albeit not on the solstice, I found it be a tad unexciting. The only thing interesting to me were the conversations by people and realising how mental others can be.
Things like "I can feel a real energy surrounding me here" or "my soul is at peace" and all that hippy shite. "Soul" and "energy"? Fruitcakes.
I take it you haven't discovered your inner yin. Or is it yang?
Call me boorish, but having been there, albeit not on the solstice, I found it be a tad unexciting. The only thing interesting to me were the conversations by people and realising how mental others can be.
Things like "I can feel a real energy surrounding me here" or "my soul is at peace" and all that hippy shite. "Soul" and "energy"? Fruitcakes.
Yep, it's mundane as f*ck when sober.
Three purple ohms and a bottle of pink grapefruit mad dog in your late teens and it's the most fascinating place on earth
Three purple ohms and a bottle of pink grapefruit mad dog in your late teens and it's the most fascinating place on earth
The same thing could be levelled with my ex's parents utility room circa '96 when using the tumble dryer as a convenient urinal whilst dueting with their golden retriever on "Islands in the stream" in just a pair of batman boxers.
PS: I was stoned off my tits at Stonehenge, still no help in that respect.
The same thing could be levelled with my ex's parents utility room circa '96 when using the tumble dryer as a convenient urinal whilst dueting with their golden retriever on "Islands in the stream" in just a pair of batman boxers.
PS: I was stoned off my tits at Stonehenge, still no help in that respect.
Call me boorish, but having been there, albeit not on the solstice, I found it be a tad unexciting. The only thing interesting to me were the conversations by people and realising how mental others can be.
Things like "I can feel a real energy surrounding me here" or "my soul is at peace" and all that hippy shite. "Soul" and "energy"? Fruitcakes.
You just gotta expand your mind a bit, Jackal.
I honestly view you as one of the more intelligent and authentic posters on here, but you're being a bit too cynical here.
Yes, the hippy-talk can be nauseating but the world (and universe, etc.) truly does run on energy and matter and all that, so there is something there. Stand around Stonehenge (or Avebury, etc.) by yourself doing various breathing exercises and you'll feel something, I promise.
Whether the Merlin-looking dude with green-and-purple George Clinton highlights can really "feel his soul at peace" I'm not so sure. He probably is just "feeling" a really heavy mushroom sshitt coming on, and his "soul" is trying to make "peace" with his asshole first.
I honestly view you as one of the more intelligent and authentic posters on here, but you're being a bit too cynical here.
Yes, the hippy-talk can be nauseating but the world (and universe, etc.) truly does run on energy and matter and all that, so there is something there. Stand around Stonehenge (or Avebury, etc.) by yourself doing various breathing exercises and you'll feel something, I promise.
Whether the Merlin-looking dude with green-and-purple George Clinton highlights can really "feel his soul at peace" I'm not so sure. He probably is just "feeling" a really heavy mushroom sshitt coming on, and his "soul" is trying to make "peace" with his asshole first.
I done a shit ton of weed that day (well first time there) and nothing. Did some heavy breathing exercises after walking several miles from where the car was parked, all I felt was a stitch........I did see stars though.
I fully believe in energy and recycling of it , but not in the hippy reincarnation nonsense, we die, our body gets broken down and your matter recycled.
Spirituality and all that gubbins is just that to me, gubbins.
I done a shit ton of weed that day (well first time there) and nothing. Did some heavy breathing exercises after walking several miles from where the car was parked, all I felt was a stitch........I did see stars though.
I fully believe in energy and recycling of it , but not in the hippy reincarnation nonsense, we die, our body gets broken down and your matter recycled.
Spirituality and all that gubbins is just that to me, gubbins.
I would say it's best to experience places of reverence like this sober, at least the first time, so that is the barometer and not some trippy or stoned memory. Start small and branch out from there, not the other way around. Too many people go to these places high the first time, and then seeing it sober can be quite the letdown.
I am not a religious person at all, and I hate the way spirituality is thrown around by ffukkingg hipsters and whatnot nowadays. But science is also a religion essentially, as I have no ffukkingg idea whether there are other planets out there, and that's some pretty basic sshitt at this point.
I believe scientists, but the world is a mysterious place. "Spirituality" is just our way of coming to terms with that. It's okay by me, if done appropriately. Like all things, moderation is the key.
I would say it's best to experience places of reverence like this sober, at least the first time, so that is the barometer and not some trippy or stoned memory. Start small and branch out from there, not the other way around. Too many people go to these places high the first time, and then seeing it sober can be quite the letdown.
I am not a religious person at all, and I hate the way spirituality is thrown around by ffukkingg hipsters and whatnot nowadays. But science is also a religion essentially, as I have no ffukkingg idea whether there are other planets out there, and that's some pretty basic sshitt at this point.
I believe scientists, but the world is a mysterious place. "Spirituality" is just our way of coming to terms with that. It's okay by me, if done appropriately. Like all things, moderation is the key.
To each his own, though.
I agree with each to their own, until someone tries to convince me....then I want more than anecdotal evidence. Split with an ex over her "belief"in all things "spiritual".
I agree with each to their own, until someone tries to convince me....then I want more than anecdotal evidence. Split with an ex over her "belief"in all things "spiritual".
I would agree.
"All things" are the key words there, though. Obsession is unhealthy, and dangerous when applied to the 'unknown'. I'd say you made a great decision to get out, quickly.
But, personally, when I hear a woman say the word "spiritual" the first thing I assume is that she's a great ffukk, and that she enjoys it. My assumption is based on experience. I then allow her to "expose" her 'spirituality' to me and we begin anew afterwards.
I've gotten to know some very interesting (and beautiful) ladies this way, and the biggest lesson I learned is the "spirituality" bit is just foreplay for them. Not all, obviously, but most.
"All things" are the key words there, though. Obsession is unhealthy, and dangerous when applied to the 'unknown'. I'd say you made a great decision to get out, quickly.
But, personally, when I hear a woman say the word "spiritual" the first thing I assume is that she's a great ffukk, and that she enjoys it. My assumption is based on experience. I then allow her to "expose" her 'spirituality' to me and we begin anew afterwards.
I've gotten to know some very interesting (and beautiful) ladies this way, and the biggest lesson I learned is the "spirituality" bit is just foreplay for them. Not all, obviously, but most.
But, a relationship? Nah, I'll pass.
She was dirtier than a farmer's welly. I didn't know her ideas at first, but after a while she exposed more of her ideas to me, and it kind of killed the passion. Should have guessed by the tattoos she had
She was dirtier than a farmer's welly. I didn't know her ideas at first, but after a while she exposed more of her ideas to me, and it kind of killed the passion. Should have guessed by the tattoos she had
Haha I can imagine it was pretty fun for a while, though, right?
A lot of them do have tattoos, don't they? Of a ffukkingg sparrow or something weirdly normal, right? I'm guessing your ex's were a bit more elaborate than that, though.
Haha I can imagine it was pretty fun for a while, though, right?
A lot of them do have tattoos, don't they? Of a ffukkingg sparrow or something weirdly normal, right? I'm guessing your ex's were a bit more elaborate than that, though.
In all fairness she was harmless, just headwork, and some debates were enjoyable, but her friends were more of a problem. Uni eh?