LSD and the Mind of the Universe by Christopher M. Bache

Author:Christopher M. Bache
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Spirituality/Psychedelics
Publisher: Inner Traditions/Bear & Company
Published: 2019-09-18T16:00:00+00:00

Collective Import

There was a second component here that is harder to acknowledge but just as real. I could feel that the spiritual opening taking place was not just a private experience but was also a collective experience that touched many lives. The sessions were being used to leverage something beyond my personal being. Every time I come up against the collective import of what I once viewed as my personal work, I draw back. I have to overcome great resistance to even admit the concept. “You inflate your significance,” I say to myself. “Just another ego trip.” And yet, my heart tells me this is not so.

In order to be true to my experience, my first loyalty is to record it as accurately as I can. If I do this, I record that this awakening to Oneness reached out and nourished an enormous field. Just as earlier sessions had pulled the toxins of suffering out of the collective field of humanity, now the experience of no-self was being infused into the collective field. To the extent that this took cognitive form at all, it took the form of becoming comfortable with the loss of boundaries. Surrendering the boundaries of race, of class, of nationality, of religion. Wherever we had drawn boundaries in history, there was fear. I seemed to be mediating a calming energy that encouraged the dissolving of these boundaries in the collective psyche. This went on for a long time as boundary after boundary kept falling away. Soothing energies moved through me into the human field, making it a bit easier for people to yield to the flow of historical events that were challenging the unreal divisions humanity had drawn.

On a more personal note, I record that the threads that were originally woven into my incarnation feel to be drawn from the collective psyche. How this works, I don’t know. What is the measure of personal and collective? Where are the boundaries? I don’t know. But from deep within these experiences, it sometimes feels that my entire person derives from the collective human field, like pinching a tightly woven tablecloth and twisting it into a standing shape. It feels like the threads of my individual being are almost wholly exhausted in this collective cloth, that my person has been brought into existence as an instrument to rescue the whole.

In this condition, I ask: Is there anyone here beyond these collective threads? Are there no personal threads at all? Where is the individuality of my soul? Is there no true individuality? Will it come into view as my vision adjusts to this new reality? Have I simply lost my ability to see it as I enter the joy of this unified field?

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