I'm confused. Last night (New Years Eve) and through the early morning of today, I had a disturbing experience with my closest friend. I guess I'll start from the start.

Our plans for New Years was to take acid and wander around the botanical gardens for a while, until we'd go back to my place and crash. That's essentially what happened. The first part of the night was fine, but we went back to my place and smoked some weed and then the shenanigans really begun.

The first thing you should is I've known this guy since we were kids, since the first grade we've been friends to varying degrees.

The second thing you should know is that I am straight.

I first start to notice that things are different when I'm packing my shit up in my car, and it feels as though I'm manipulating his arms with my mind to help me pack quicker. I thought it was cool, nothing particularly out of the ordinary considering I was pretty out of it.

Then we go for a walk, and what normally happens starts to happen; neither of us can really remember what we're talking about for more than a sentence or so. Then it starts to get weirder. This is going to sound completely retarded, and if I'd read this post written by someone else I'd probably say it was bullshit, but we were communicating telepathically.

Regardless of what I thought, Carl knew what it was, and it was a two way street. This freaked us the fuck out and we thought it would stop but it didn't, we walked back and forth along the same path for a while, so as to stay away from the road and cars and paranoia.

It was as if we were no longer two people, but one. I found that if I lost sight of Carl, if he walked behind me for a moment, I didn't know whether I was alone or whether he was a real person. Continually through the night I had to remind myself that Carl existed.

Then Carl starts sweating, and I do too. We talk about how it's hot, and we never really say it, but we both know we're talking about sexual interaction of some kind. Depending on your outlook, it could be considered masturbation. Now I know how he feels, and he knows how I feel.

Even though I'm feeling the same, I don't feel it to the same degree, and I have a better grounding in the real world. I remember that I don't normally like guys, and that doing something I wouldn't normally do under the effects of drugs could potentially lead to something that I will regret. I tell him that I don't want to do anything tonight, via thought, and he understands but still feels the same way.

I insist that we go back to my place because I'm tired and I had to get up to go go-karting today (which was fucking fun). He obliges, but when we get back we're still communicating telepathically. We lay there sweating and trying to sleep, but it just isn't happening. I'm mostly not thinking about it at this point, and trying to distance myself from it, because we probably went on about it for an hour or more already and I told him my decision. I drive him home at 4 and then I think I slept but I don't really know.

I haven't talked to him at all today. I don't know what to say.

So we have reached the end of my tale. Yes, it was long, and I hope it was relatively easy to understand if not perhaps somewhat farfetched. What do I do? When it comes to girls I'm fine, but guys are another story. Do you think Carl is attracted to me, or do you think that drugs are to blame? How do I talk about this with him now? Can anybody relate to this in any way at all?

We've talked about gay sex before, and Carl didn't really seem that interested, but now I'm sort of curious as to whether he's been stowing this away the whole time. Tell me what you think, any advice is appreciated.

EDIT: There's a whole lot more backstory that might help but I wanted to keep it short. I failed, but I tried.

Dude.

I got up to the bit where you guys are at a two way street, you walk along it, and you telepathically talk about masturbation.

Then I lost you.

What the fuck...

Post a tl;dr for the braindead ones among us*

*inb4chichi

So for some reason you trust the perception of your intoxicated mind.

Dude, you were tripping acid. What the hell do you expect?

Maybe I'm just not understanding it.

*inb4chichi

It sounds to me like you are the gay one. You cannot communicate telepathically i dont care how much you think you can, you can't.


Carl probably told you to quit making moves then he demanded that you take him home, you were swerving and he reminded you that you are on a two way street with other cars which made you paranoid. Then the acid completely distorted your memory to the point of you thinking it was just a dream when it wasn't and you in fact got rejected by your straight friend.

It was as if we were no longer two people, but one. I found that if I lost sight of Carl, if he walked behind me for a moment, I didn't know whether I was alone or whether he was a real person. Continually through the night I had to remind myself that Carl existed.


I am not saying that you are crazy for anything it's just that what you just said kind of reminded me of a psychotic episode.


oh and, please try to give a "tl; dr" version next time please.

I expected a bel-air.

Dude, I wanna be what you were on...

*Telepathically tells Malkog to mail ripstick his acid*

It sounds to me like you are the gay one. You cannot communicate telepathically i dont care how much you think you can, you can't.


Carl probably told you to quit making moves then he demanded that you take him home, you were swerving and he reminded you that you are on a two way street with other cars which made you paranoid. Then the acid completely distorted your memory to the point of you thinking it was just a dream when it wasn't and you in fact got rejected by your straight friend.


Hahaha.
Fucking pwn't.

Dude, I wanna be what you were on...

*Telepathically tells Malkog to mail ripstick his acid*

lol cute

okay this is waaaaaayy tl;dr. And fucked up. You're gay, your friend is too. The end.

Youre gay, and I should know I have a story very similar without the ego loss and drugs in general. and im totally gay for him now.

op if you're telepathic what am i thinking now?







that you are gay


also this thread reminds me of when my best friend of 20 years said to me when we were both fucked up various drugs "i would love to bum you" i replied "i dont fucking think so" and that was that.

I am not saying that you are crazy for anything it's just that what you just said kind of reminded me of a psychotic episode.


oh and, please try to give a "tl; dr" version next time please.

Yeah sorry about the length, I was sort of still a bit fucked up.

Yeah, Carl is a bit schizophrenic, and acid/weed usually fucks him up. He hasn't been diagnosed a schiz, but it's sort of obvious.

So for some reason you trust the perception of your intoxicated mind.

What else was I supposed to do? When you can't tell the difference between reality and illusion how can you not just ride it out? Obviously there are some things that aren't real that you hallucinate, but I don't see any reason not to believe that this happened.

Dude, I wanna be what you were on...

*Telepathically tells Malkog to mail ripstick his acid*

Trust me, you probably don't. If I trip again I'm tripping alone.

op if you're telepathic what am i thinking now?


You're a dumbass. I didn't claim to be telepathic with some douchebag from across the planet, I claimed to be able to communicate with my friend while under the influence of drugs.






that you are gay


Then why did I resist his proposal?

It sounds to me like you are the gay one. You cannot communicate telepathically i dont care how much you think you can, you can't.


Carl probably told you to quit making moves then he demanded that you take him home, you were swerving and he reminded you that you are on a two way street with other cars which made you paranoid. Then the acid completely distorted your memory to the point of you thinking it was just a dream when it wasn't and you in fact got rejected by your straight friend.

It was 4 am, there were no other cars on the road. Even if I had been swerving, he was as fucked up as me and in no real position to direct me. I don't know why you're so agressive about it, I asked a question man. I don't know how you think you can tell me what really happened either, considering you weren't there. I guess you're trying to be funny. Good try. I'm sure I'd laugh if it wasn't about me.

He telepathically told you? It was in your head you dumb fuck.

^ You think that you can communicate telepathically while under the influence of drugs.

That's what my comment on "trusting your intoxicated mind" was about.

Have to put everything down to the booze and drug cocktails on new years eve.

The reality for you is that you and him are both gay though, sorry to break it to you like this.
Freaky shit like that doesn't JUST happen.

^ You think that you can communicate telepathically while under the influence of drugs.

That's what my comment on "trusting your intoxicated mind" was about.

Oh okay. Yeah I guess you're probably right, but even so, we talked as well and knew what each other was talking about. Unless I imagined that too. Hey, I'd love to believe that I imagined the whole thing, but I don't know if I can.

Have to put everything down to the booze and drug cocktails on new years eve.

The reality for you is that you and him are both gay though, sorry to break it to you like this.
Freaky shit like that doesn't JUST happen.

I don't know why you think I'm gay for not wanting to get physical with him. I just don't get why people think that. I'm not attracted to him now, and I wasn't really then. I was probably just horny/freaked out.

He telepathically told you? It was in your head you dumb fuck.

Again, there was a point where he actually said it.

Oh okay. Yeah I guess you're probably right, but even so, we talked as well and knew what each other was talking about. Unless I imagined that too. Hey, I'd love to believe that I imagined the whole thing, but I don't know if I can.



I don't know why you think I'm gay for not wanting to get physical with him. I just don't get why people think that. I'm not attracted to him now, and I wasn't really then. I was probably just horny/freaked out.



Again, there was a point where he actually said it.

It was the booze then, don't worry about it.
You really shouldn't have to question this shit though and not expect someone to assumeyou're in denial/gay.

Just ignore me I've only just woke up, and it's night time again. What a waste of a day :mad:
Atleast I ain't hungover though.

Oh okay. Yeah I guess you're probably right, but even so, we talked as well and knew what each other was talking about. Unless I imagined that too. Hey, I'd love to believe that I imagined the whole thing, but I don't know if I can.

That's why I've never been a fan of drugs - most drugs - they skew your perception, and you can't trust your senses any more.

At least with drugs like painkillers, or caffeine, you know exactly which senses are being affected and how, and act on the knowledge.

Dude you were trippin acid. I thought I was communicating telepathically with my friend on shrooms before. We were just feeling the same feeling of "WTF" that you get when you're just reaching your peak.

Not a big deal dude I doubt your friend knows at all about this.

If anything fucked up happened, it was your psyche revealing its homophobia. And so what.

For fuck's sake man.

You are an idiot. Just read your own post and you'll see what I mean.

Why don't you just lube up your butthole

I'm confused. Last night (New Years Eve) and through the early morning of today, I had a disturbing experience with my closest friend. I guess I'll start from the start.

Our plans for New Years was to take acid and wander around the botanical gardens for a while, until we'd go back to my place and crash. That's essentially what happened. The first part of the night was fine, but we went back to my place and smoked some weed and then the shenanigans really begun.

The first thing you should is I've known this guy since we were kids, since the first grade we've been friends to varying degrees.

The second thing you should know is that I am straight.

I first start to notice that things are different when I'm packing my shit up in my car, and it feels as though I'm manipulating his arms with my mind to help me pack quicker. I thought it was cool, nothing particularly out of the ordinary considering I was pretty out of it.

Then we go for a walk, and what normally happens starts to happen; neither of us can really remember what we're talking about for more than a sentence or so. Then it starts to get weirder. This is going to sound completely retarded, and if I'd read this post written by someone else I'd probably say it was bullshit, but we were communicating telepathically.

Regardless of what I thought, Carl knew what it was, and it was a two way street. This freaked us the fuck out and we thought it would stop but it didn't, we walked back and forth along the same path for a while, so as to stay away from the road and cars and paranoia.

It was as if we were no longer two people, but one. I found that if I lost sight of Carl, if he walked behind me for a moment, I didn't know whether I was alone or whether he was a real person. Continually through the night I had to remind myself that Carl existed.

Then Carl starts sweating, and I do too. We talk about how it's hot, and we never really say it, but we both know we're talking about sexual interaction of some kind. Depending on your outlook, it could be considered masturbation. Now I know how he feels, and he knows how I feel.

Even though I'm feeling the same, I don't feel it to the same degree, and I have a better grounding in the real world. I remember that I don't normally like guys, and that doing something I wouldn't normally do under the effects of drugs could potentially lead to something that I will regret. I tell him that I don't want to do anything tonight, via thought, and he understands but still feels the same way.

I insist that we go back to my place because I'm tired and I had to get up to go go-karting today (which was fucking fun). He obliges, but when we get back we're still communicating telepathically. We lay there sweating and trying to sleep, but it just isn't happening. I'm mostly not thinking about it at this point, and trying to distance myself from it, because we probably went on about it for an hour or more already and I told him my decision. I drive him home at 4 and then I think I slept but I don't really know.

I haven't talked to him at all today. I don't know what to say.

So we have reached the end of my tale. Yes, it was long, and I hope it was relatively easy to understand if not perhaps somewhat farfetched. What do I do? When it comes to girls I'm fine, but guys are another story. Do you think Carl is attracted to me, or do you think that drugs are to blame? How do I talk about this with him now? Can anybody relate to this in any way at all?

We've talked about gay sex before, and Carl didn't really seem that interested, but now I'm sort of curious as to whether he's been stowing this away the whole time. Tell me what you think, any advice is appreciated.

EDIT: There's a whole lot more backstory that might help but I wanted to keep it short. I failed, but I tried.

Telepathically? Your mind got the best of you, and some gay is slowly coming out of you. Go for it. At least you'll both know exactly what to do that feels the best.

Your post was confusing a bit. Try looking back and provide more detail. I believe you could have been communicating telepathically. LSD, weed, take you to higher states of consciousness and things like this can happen. I once tripped on acid and found out this one person was gay, not because anybody told me. It wasn't obvious (unless you were really aware) and I never met the guy, but I had a strong hunch after tripping and it turned out it was correct.

Not really the same, but I think your tale would be better suited in something like Science of the Damned.

We can't tell you whether or not you liked the guy or whether or not he's gay. Obviously, we are not you. A good lesson can be found there. I think you should meditate on the trip and look within for answers.

Throughout your story, not once did you mention anything about him being gay. However, you should pursue butt sex so you never breed. The world will love you for it.

That's why I've never been a fan of drugs - most drugs - they skew your perception, and you can't trust your senses any more.

At least with drugs like painkillers, or caffeine, you know exactly which senses are being affected and how, and act on the knowledge.

You're not wrong. I think I'm going to stay away for a while.

Thanks to everyone for the replies. My question wasn't so much, "am I gay?" because I know I'm not attracted to guys. I just don't really know what to do now. I'm pretty confused and that's probably why the OP was so confusing. Sorry. I don't know if I can stay friends with him now. I don't want to get too close to him, you know?

Thanks Dream of the iris, and everyone else who posted semi-seriously.

"Caaaaaaaarl!!"

You're not wrong. I think I'm going to stay away for a while.

Thanks to everyone for the replies. My question wasn't so much, "am I gay?" because I know I'm not attracted to guys. I just don't really know what to do now. I'm pretty confused and that's probably why the OP was so confusing. Sorry. I don't know if I can stay friends with him now. I don't want to get too close to him, you know?

Thanks Dream of the iris, and everyone else who posted semi-seriously.

Dude, if you stop being friends with him over -- at best -- a CONVERSATION you had while on ACID, you're a jerk. If your friend is gay -- or bisexual -- let's assume that's correct, and it isn't that you're repressed or bisexual or imagined the whole thing (Im not saying you are or did, but it's possible, and more likely than telepathy, in my opinion), and you made your opinion on the matter of you and him having some fun clear, believe me, he won't ever bring it up again. Most fags are closeted, most have mostly straight friends, and most, whether or not they are attracted to/crush on their straight friends, are absolutely terrified of the consequences of their sexual orientation coming to light. When they do bring up their sexuality, 99% of the time, even if they get a green light, they're going to get cold feet and drop the issue. If it happened at all like you think/say it did, your friend probably is terrified/feels like shit/is worried he forever and irrevocably damaged your friendship because of one stupid sentence on one stupid night. Isn't it just a little bit stupid to throw away presumably years of friendship (dunno how old you are, but since gr 1 would be at least a decade, no?) because your friend might like guys or a guy. On the off chance (which is, likely, a million to one) it ever comes up again, make yourself clear. Most fags value their friendships more than sex (remember, the closeted ones often disdain the stereotypical gay culture) and that's why this tends to come up when drunk or otherwise inebriated(think about it -- when drunk you're either emotional or your dick is in charge at least some of the time, this is no different). If you let this bugger the friendship up (no pun intended) -- this, a stupid little POSSIBLY IMAGINED drug-trip -- you may one day come to regret it. As to "getting too close" to him: you already are close friends. If nothing's happened, odds are nothing will. And if you aren't into men, and it does come up, he'll probably respect that. Hell, he probably knows it better than the other guys around you (again, assuming the truth here). Get over it.

Sorry if this comes off as a little harsh, but I hate it when friendships get fucked over due to the inconsequential or some possibly-imagined slight.

I can't believe you didn't wish Carl a happy new year!

Dude, if you stop being friends with him over -- at best -- a CONVERSATION you had while on ACID, you're a jerk. If your friend is gay -- or bisexual -- let's assume that's correct, and it isn't that you're repressed or bisexual or imagined the whole thing (Im not saying you are or did, but it's possible, and more likely than telepathy, in my opinion), and you made your opinion on the matter of you and him having some fun clear, believe me, he won't ever bring it up again. Most fags are closeted, most have mostly straight friends, and most, whether or not they are attracted to/crush on their straight friends, are absolutely terrified of the consequences of their sexual orientation coming to light. When they do bring up their sexuality, 99% of the time, even if they get a green light, they're going to get cold feet and drop the issue. If it happened at all like you think/say it did, your friend probably is terrified/feels like shit/is worried he forever and irrevocably damaged your friendship because of one stupid sentence on one stupid night. Isn't it just a little bit stupid to throw away presumably years of friendship (dunno how old you are, but since gr 1 would be at least a decade, no?) because your friend might like guys or a guy. On the off chance (which is, likely, a million to one) it ever comes up again, make yourself clear. Most fags value their friendships more than sex (remember, the closeted ones often disdain the stereotypical gay culture) and that's why this tends to come up when drunk or otherwise inebriated(think about it -- when drunk you're either emotional or your dick is in charge at least some of the time, this is no different). If you let this bugger the friendship up (no pun intended) -- this, a stupid little POSSIBLY IMAGINED drug-trip -- you may one day come to regret it. As to "getting too close" to him: you already are close friends. If nothing's happened, odds are nothing will. And if you aren't into men, and it does come up, he'll probably respect that. Hell, he probably knows it better than the other guys around you (again, assuming the truth here). Get over it.

Sorry if this comes off as a little harsh, but I hate it when friendships get fucked over due to the inconsequential or some possibly-imagined slight.

No I think you're spot on, but the thing is, I don't know if he will be able to drop this. If he can, cool, but he couldn't the other night.

No I think you're spot on, but the thing is, I don't know if he will be able to drop this. If he can, cool, but he couldn't the other night.

If he doesn't -- and you're sure (it'd be pretty bad if you killed the friendship due to something in your head -- just saying, it is possible) -- confront him about it. Make it clear you're still friends but you aren't of that persuasion and you and him as an item is not going to happen. That will almost always work, assuming neither of you is intoxicated. If one of you is, then it gets more difficult (intoxicant = deniability, after all). Good luck.

You got so fucked up that you think you were telepathically communicating with your friend, then you decided to drive him home? Darwinism ftw.

You got so fucked up that you think you were telepathically communicating with your friend, then you decided to drive him home? Darwinism ftw.

Not really. That was like four or five hours later and I didn't decide, he demanded to be taken home.

I can't be fucked reading the whole thread, but communicating telepathically while tripping acid isn't that rare.

Our plans for New Years was to take acid and wander around the botanical gardens for a while, until we'd go back to my place and crash.
we were communicating telepathically.

It was as if we were no longer two people, but one. I found that if I lost sight of Carl, if he walked behind me for a moment, I didn't know whether I was alone or whether he was a real person. Continually through the night I had to remind myself that Carl existed.

We talk about how it's hot, and we never really say it, but we both know we're talking about sexual interaction of some kind. Depending on your outlook, it could be considered masturbation. Now I know how he feels, and he knows how I feel.

I remember that I don't normally like guys, and that doing something I wouldn't normally do under the effects of drugs could potentially lead to something that I will regret.

I'm mostly not thinking about it at this point, and trying to distance myself from it, because we probably went on about it for an hour or more already and I told him my decision.

do you think that drugs are to blame?

We've talked about gay sex before, and Carl didn't really seem that interested, but now I'm sort of curious...



i picked out the most entertaining parts of the story.
what i got from this is that you did acid and had a telepathically linked conversation where your best friend of however long came out to you? i think you just had a conversation with yourself man. Did you even openly voice your opinion at all that night or just "telepathically"?

I can't be fucked reading the whole thread, but communicating telepathically while tripping acid isn't that rare.

Are you serious? Proof/source please?

I personally do not believe in telepathy. There exists no medium for thoughts to be transferred from one person to another. I think what probably happens is the supposedly telepathic person is highly perceptive and he/she can "guess" what the other person is thinking in a highly accurate manner.

Like, seriously. Proponents of telepathy should take it upon themselves to come up with a mechanism for how telepathy works.

Are you serious? Proof/source please?

I personally do not believe in telepathy. There exists no medium for thoughts to be transferred from one person to another. I think what probably happens is the supposedly telepathic person is highly perceptive and he/she can "guess" what the other person is thinking in a highly accurate manner.

Like, seriously. Proponents of telepathy should take it upon themselves to come up with a mechanism for how telepathy works.

You've never tripped acid have you?

What





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Flying FUCK?

When you have been friends with someone for years, it is very easy to second guess what the other is thinking. This is what was probably what was happening. As you said, you couldnt remember one convo to the next, so you would think you were agreeing to something when in fact he was on to another topic. Also what kind of friend are you You could have at least let him suck you off, mouth is a mouth

Also what kind of friend are you You could have at least let him suck you off, mouth is a mouth

Hahaha, I think he might've felt like I'd have to suck him off then, plus I don't really want our relationship going into that sort of territory.

Okay, WAN, I had actually thought about that as an alternative, because I'd pretty much look to any explanation instead of telepathy, but it essentially amounts to the same thing anyway. For everyone who said the whole thing was in my head, if it was then my friend had an incredibly similar trip.

You've never tripped acid have you?

1. Posing a question as an answer to someone's question is cuntish.
2. Beside the point. Whether or not I have tripped on acid is irrelevant to the question I asked.
3. I fail to see how acid-taking can grant telepathic powers in a person. It's just a bunch of chemicals floating in your bloodstream, how do they transfer thoughts from one person to another?

Beside the point. Whether or not I have tripped on acid is irrelevant to the question I asked.
3. I fail to see how acid-taking can grant telepathic powers in a person.

That is relevant. Unless you are able to do this normally without the aid of drugs.

There exists no medium for thoughts to be transferred from one person to another.


You are the medium.

Lol, I can't provide a scientific explanation for those things, since there is none. You know, people used to think the world was flat. Once science catches up to mysticism it'll become obvious.

That is relevant. Unless you are able to do this normally without the aid of drugs.


No it's not.

Like I said, just because I have no personal experience with acid it does not diminish the legitimacy of my point any, which is that "There exists no medium for thoughts to be transferred from one person to another".


You are the medium.

Fuck off with your new-age mystical talk. You sound like ArmsMerchant.

I will reiterate my point: there is no physical medium for thoughts (and this is assuming we can even properly define what they are, which we can't yet at the moment. The only thing we know is that they require brain activities to happen) to actually go from one person to another (which is the definition of true telepathy)


Lol, I can't provide a scientific explanation for those things, since there is none.

Then you probably should have kept quiet. I specifically asked for a scientific explanation.


You know, people used to think the world was flat. Once science catches up to mysticism it'll become obvious.

You don't even have a point, do you?

So hostile! :p

My point was that you are saying something is impossible when truthfully nothing is impossible.

The brain is not even close to being mapped out yet. To me, it is rather absurd to say that something like telepathy is impossible when we can't even properly explain dreams or even consciousness. There are many people all over the world who have had experiences and/or who know someone who is telepathic. Richard Alpert, who was a professor with Leary during the 60's and proponent of LSD research, went to India and came back Ram Dass, why? Because he saw the potential of the human mind. Something that has been shunned from western science due to a variety of factors, most of which involve a bunch of know it alls sticking there fingers in their ears and humming loudly.

If you want to continue to discuss this we should probably take it to SOTD.

You sound like ArmsMerchant.

Why thank you very much :) I feel honored.

Please, don't put me in the same category as new agers.

there is no physical medium for thoughts

Hey isn't that something? Where do your thoughts lie then? Think about that and maybe telepathy becomes more plausble.

I too have experience telepathy with my long time best friend while under the influence of that good lysergic. Only after taking the drug has it been experienced. So, in that regard I don't doubt the possibility of it. If you would have asked me a year ago if I believed it possible, I would have called you an idiot. I never buy into that hocus pocus bullshit, but this...

Nonetheless, it is possible that you just mis-interpreted what was going on. I wasn't there, so for me to comment further would be futile.

I would suggest asking him. Be like, "hey man, remember that conversation we had, you know... via telepathy?"

When he looks at you real funny like, you know you don't have anything to worry about, and you've got your old friend back.

Lastly, acid has a crazy way about it. It can distort and skew things, bring imagination into reality, and make shit generally weird. Remember that always

So hostile! :p

Apologies.

Yes I can be quite a cunt at times. Working on it.


My point was that you are saying something is impossible when truthfully nothing is impossible.

False.

There are things that are truly impossible. I will give an example. Let's say I say "I went to the bookstore today". Then I say, "I did not go to the bookstore today". This is impossible because either I did go to the store today or I didn't. It can't be both.


The brain is not even close to being mapped out yet.

I don't need the brain to be mapped out/to have all its potentials revealed to know that thoughts cannot just magically jump from one person to another.


To me, it is rather absurd to say that something like telepathy is impossible when we can't even properly explain dreams or even consciousness.

1. Failure to explain dreams/consciousness etc does not automatically mean anything is possible.
2. Read my post again. I never said telepathy was impossible. I was expressing doubt as to how it could work and was asking proponents to give a theory/mechanism.


There are many people all over the world who have had experiences and/or who know someone who is telepathic.

Like I said, I am not completely ruling out the possibility that true telepathy exists. I am just saying that there exist alternative theories. Such as the supposed telepath is actually a highly perceptive person who can "guess" what the
other person is thinking with a high degree of accuracy.


Richard Alpert, who was a professor with Leary during the 60's and proponent of LSD research, went to India and came back Ram Dass, why? Because he saw the potential of the human mind. Something that has been shunned from western science due to a variety of factors, most of which involve a bunch of know it alls sticking there fingers in their ears and humming loudly.

Well I can't speak on behalf of the entire scientific community, however I will say this though: proponents of telepathy would do well to 1. come up with a credible theory and/or mechanism on how telepathy works and 2. show beyond reasonable doubt that true telepathy really exists.

If you want to continue to discuss this we should probably take it to SOTD.

Sounds good.


Please, don't put me in the same category as new agers.

Sorry.


Hey isn't that something? Where do your thoughts lie then?

You are taking things out of context. I said there exists no physical medium for thoughts to be transferred from one person to another, NOT that there exists no physical medium for thoughts to reside in.


Think about that and maybe telepathy becomes more plausble.

Why should I have to?

You the proponents should take it upon yourself to try and shed light on the mechanism of telepathy, which you claim to happen.

Also, no offense but what the hell kind of attitude was that? "think about it some and maybe it will make sense to you more", anyone?

Yeah, bro, you don't need a faggot like Carl in your life. Hook me up with some o' that sheet and I'll be your new friend.

I made a thread about this in BLTC. People who can't handle psychedelics and get weird/give off creepy vibes.

Take benzos next time. Or less drugs. Either way you weren't communicating telepathically. At best you were just thinking about the same things.

Hahaha this story reminded me of something that happened to an exboyfriend my freshman year of college. He started hanging out with this kind of weird guy all the time because they both had some insane obsession with taking acid and climbing trees. I think it was his dirty hippie phase or some shit.
Anyway, so one instance they decide to take a shitload of acid and go camp out in upper campus (my school is pretty much one giant redwood grove). After all this ridiculously interpersonal connection they decide to get in their sleeping bags and try to sleep. My ex was dosing off when all of a sudden he realizes this guy was reaching down his sleeping bag, grabbing his cock, and breathing in his ear. Little to say he flipped out, hiked in, and couldn't look the guy in the face again without wanting to deck him.

Yeah, bro, you don't need a faggot like Carl in your life. Hook me up with some o' that sheet and I'll be your new friend.

Depends what part of Oz you're in. Add me on msn.

Thanks arq, yeah I mean, it's not the first time he's flipped and it always sort of rubs off. The first time I had to convince him that he hadn't/wasn't pissing his pants, and that took like an hour or so.

I expected a bel-air.

Well, son...

I first start to notice that things are different when I'm packing my shit

...sometimes regex just isn't enough.

'n yes, Malkog - having your friend give you a reacharound during shit-packing is pretty gay. 's cool. You have better nightclubs this way anyway...