(Source: leilockheart, via dianelaura)
Only the perception devoid of illusion can perceive reality, and like a key unlocking a door at that moment that we liberate ourselves from the constraints of the various societal delusions that plague humanity, we sync with nature and revel in our divinity as conscious extensions of the universe. Our will in accord with our genetic intentions as vessels of life.
—Paul John Moscatello (via jupiterianjoker)
(Source: liberatingreality, via alicesthirdeye)
The very essence of meditation is to be so silent that there is no stirring of thoughts in you, that words don’t come between you and reality, that the whole net of words falls down, that you are left alone. This aloneness, this purity, this unclouded sky of your being is meditation. And meditation is the golden key to all the mysteries of life.
—Osho (via disconnectedreality)
(Source: illuminatedbeing, via disconnectedreality)
Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery.
None but ourselves can free our minds.”
—Bob Marley
—(via mysticmementos)
(Source: considerthishippie, via mysticmementos)
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The man who comes back through the Door in the Wall will never be quite the same as the man who went out. He will be wiser but less sure, happier but less self-satisfied, humbler in acknowledging his ignorance yet better equipped to understand the relationship of words to things, of systematic reasoning to the unfathomable mystery which it tries, forever vainly, to comprehend.
—Aldous Huxley, The Doors Of Percption (via crazed-and-bemused)
(Source: sociopatheticly)
Technological progress has merely provided us with more efficient means for going backwards.
—Ends and Means by Aldous Huxley (via lostinthesounds)
After silence, that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is music.
—Aldous Huxley (via whenloveovercomespower)
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If we could sniff or swallow something that would, for five or six hours each day, abolish our solitude as individuals, atone us with our fellows in a glowing exaltation of affection and make life in all its aspects seem not only worth living, but divinely beautiful and significant, and if this heavenly, world-transfiguring drug were of such a kind that we could wake up next morning with a clear head and an undamaged constitution-then, it seems to me, all our problems (and not merely the one small problem of discovering a novel pleasure) would be wholly solved and earth would become paradise.
—ALDOUS HUXLEY
(Source: onlycuter, via mysticmementos)
