There's eight planes or dimentions perceiveable by us in our earthly forms which are accessable through extreme forms of tantric meditation or even torture - or if that doesn't appeal, jump on the back of the most common method of attaining higher (or lower) states of conciousness, the use of so-called 'psychadelics' which have been responsible in every human society spawned from Adam's ballsack for the all the evolutionary growth of conciousness in our brains. You owe your awareness of yourself and your surroundings to fungus. Really. And we went to the moon. Thanks to fungus and natural selection. The number 23 is commonly exerienced on what is usually referred to by mystics, gurus and shamans as the sixth dimentional layer - also where the pookah play, the cosmic jokers and puppet masters. but we are them and they are us for all was one before the Big Inflation and all will become one again. Everything is connected by strings folded up in the dimentions ffolded and hidden t the quantum level of existance, all the possibilities to what we can perceive as 'reality' and, by the way, [i]everything[/] is alive.

I believe it. I really do.

And I've had my share of psychedelics that's for sure. I didn't get to go to the moon though. At least not in a physical sense.

Seriously though, I've really taken an interest in this subject recently. I plan on reading a lot more about it soon.

I'm sorry about the spelling mistakes and grammatical errors.

It's ok. You'll reach the 6th dimensional layer soon and then that will never happen again.

Oh f*ck me, i've got 23 org notes in my in-box!

I had the sudden urge to sing that song,

"23 bottles of beer on the wall, 23 bottles of beer. Take one down pass it around 22 bottles of beer on the wall."

Nah, I'm choosing life. Big fucking TV and v-neck sweaters. You know how it goes.