Meditation Is Like A Drug.

I meditate. many people do not understand what that means. Im an introvert so it comes natural to me. yesterday I laid down listening to the cowboy bebop soundtrack. its mostly jazz. I focused on my breathing and emptied my mind of all the random thoughts. in meditation I use a variety of visualization techniques. I contemplate each of my 7 chakras. I think about drawing in the subtle etheric energies infusing my bieng with quantum vortices of imploding zero point energies. every cell of my body being charged. I expand my consciousness as if i was growing to ever greater scale growing bigger than the solar system bigger than the galaxy and so on until the structure of the universe is the synapses of my mind. I visualize becoming extradimensional. extruding myself in the 3 dimensions out into the fourth fifth and sixth dimensions. ever more complexified. I extend myself or my perception across the multiverse into other selves in parallel realities where other choices and probabilities have steered me down alternate paths. I try to unify my perception across all that is and was and will be and what might have been. I achieve bliss, nirvana, I feel love for all things but without attachment, like a buddha, like a jesus.

its a powerful psychedelic experience. the brain floods with dmt and endorphins. visual hallucinations warp the world around me. things melt and stretch. pulsating with veins of electric light and neon colors. fields of energy and auras.