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CHAPTER ONE: Marijuana 101
In order to write this book, I had to stop smoking marijuana habitually.
The statement above is not one that most marijuana lovers would like to hear, and one I refused to accept for quite a while, but it is true nonetheless. Everything we consume impacts us in some way or another, and while temporary, the impact of cumulative marijuana use on the mind is not conducive for most types of serious, extended writing projects. Exceptions would be some forms of poetry, comedy skits and pouring your heart out into a journal.
It's all about time. Time, you see, is the hidden dimension of consciousness. The reason marijuana and narrative-based writing don't get along is rooted in the way our perception of time changes when we are high, and how this change impacts our short and long-term memory.
Speaking of time – the first time I smoked marijuana was when I was 35 years old. Growing up in an orthodox Jewish family in Jerusalem during the 1980's, I simply didn't get exposed to drugs; or maybe I was a clueless nerd who didn't realize what was going on around him. Probably a mix of both. One way or another, I knew nothing about marijuana until my late 20's. By then, I wanted nothing to do with it. I was terrified that it would forever change the way I was thinking.
I was right. It did. For that, I owe marijuana a debt of gratitude.
As children, we soak experiences like a sponge. New neuropathways are created every day, like a tree that is developing its roots in all directions, attempting to secure a solid grasp of the world around it. But once we mature, we simply use the same roots we've established in our youth. It's efficient; after all, they are already paved. Our perspective has been formed. We develop cerebral patterns, and rarely think about the way we think. Our mind becomes a tool with which we engage with the world; we forget that it, too, is alive.
Marijuana, like all other psychoactive substances, can change the way we think by allowing us to pave new neuropathways. These substances temporarily close existing receptors in our brain, forcing us to open new ones, much like the closure of a familiar walking trail forces us to find a new hike. We don't have to think about it, so to speak; it's automatic. The result is a different perspective, an altered way of thinking – a new view of reality, if you will.
Simply put, marijuana expands our conscious perception by adding more roots to the tree of our mind.
Like everything else in life, this is a blessing and a curse. A blessing because we tend to get stuck in the same grooves of mental formulas, behavioral tendencies and emotional patterns. Psycho-active substances can snap us out of those patterns and remind us that the reason our mind stopped evolving was because we allowed it to. It is also a curse because if we forever stay in school, we will never go out to the world and put what we've learned to practice. That is, if we endlessly pave new ways of thinking, we'll end up with a million ways to skin a cat and no skinned cats. Becoming proficient at any craft takes discipline, and discipline requires repetition. Here, a deeply paved neuropathway is an asset; a writer who keeps learning new ways of expression without taking the time to achieve mastery in some of them, will never reach his goals, and will end up spreading his pen too thin. This, my friend, I tell you from personal experience.
In other words: when we keep changing our mind, we end up with a mind that is no longer our own.
Back to marijuana and writing. To explain what happens in the mind when we ingest THC – the psychoactive ingredient in marijuana – I first need to explain how the mind works. To explain how the mind works, I first need to reveal a few Laws of Metaphysics. In short, we have a little work to do. That's why I am writing this book. Or, alternatively, I can explain it in one paragraph using Autistalk. Brace yourself:
"Marijuana changes our perception of time by speeding up – or slowing down – the speed of our voluntary, self-conscious thought that is sequential in time. The faster the voluntary thought, the slower time moves until it stops, and the slower the voluntary thought, the faster time moves until it disappears. The change in our perception of time results in a corresponding shift in our perception of space as a function of our self-conscious sensory perception per unit of time. This polarized shift in our conscious perception of time and space is experienced as an increase or decrease of sensory acuteness of both our voluntary and involuntary senses, a shift in our involuntary thought that is stationary in time, and a shift in our long-term and short-term memory perception as a result of the increased or decreased potentiation between the two polarities of the mind."
If you did not understand the paragraph above, worry not. It's complex, entirely abstract, and contains both terms I am yet to define as well as multiple layers of nested logic (otherwise known as sentences that are way too long). I can assure you, however, that there are fellow autistics out there who were not only able to grasp the meaning of what I wrote, but have now sunk into a deep, orgasmic thought meditation. Simply put, they were just provided with intellectual porn sufficient for months of mental masturbation. As to the majority of readers, that is, mentypicals, I promise I'll always give a fair warning by writing "Autistalk" before I hurl such gobbledygook at you. If you hated it, simply ignore all the Autistalk in this book altogether. I won't be insulted; my wife does it all the time. I promise it would not take away from your reading experience.
If you understood what I wrote in the Autistalk statement above, notice any pride you may feel, and try to contain it. The Laws of Metaphysics dictate that for every advantage there is a disadvantage, and for every power – a matching weakness. Sure, you might be a smartie; but smarties who are also wisies are far and few in between. You see, smarties think that it is better to be smart, but wisies are wise enough to know better. In reality, they are both right, but only until they realize they are wrong.
The biggest trouble is, smarties and wisies keep falling in love with one another.
Now, if you somewhat understood what I wrote in the Autistalk statement above, and felt like if you'll read it enough times, you'll finally get it, smoke a tiny bit of a high Sativa-dominant strain of marijuana – starting with a clear mind, of course – then try again. Most of you will find that you are now able to grasp the whole thing. Alternatively, smoke a tiny-bit of an Indica-dominant strain, and you'll find that whatever you understood before is now lost, and the entire paragraph will seem like a pile of words trying to hump each other into linguistic submission.
By the time you finish reading this chapter, you'll know why I said "smoke," and why I said "a tiny bit". By the time you're be halfway through this book, you'll also know why Sativa dominant strains allow most people to think more abstractly, why Indica dominant strains do the exact opposite for most people, and why I added "most" twice to this very sentence.
In my profession, I observe a lot of minds, and I can tell you unequivocally – I am not that smart. Thank God. The smarter you are, the harder it is to acquire the wisdom that is required to put your smarts to concrete use. It took me about seven years to figure out what I needed to know in order to write the paragraph above, and another two years to develop the language that was required to express it. Translating our thoughts into meaningful words is often harder than translating words into meaningful thoughts. No wonder some autistics can't utter a word.
I can tell you without a hint of pride, shame, or guilt, that I became obsessed with marijuana since the first time I smoked it, nine years ago. I was determined to figure out what it did to my perception of reality. When a phenomenon causes a temporary shift that can be repeated, a pattern must exist. Patterns are my specialty. I think in patterns. I think about patterns. In fact, I actively use my pattern-thinking skills to better my thinking patterns, so I can think about patterns better. I can't help it. It's the way my mind works.
As my ferocious editor gently and repeatedly reminds me, some people know very little about marijuana, so I'd better give a short introduction. Unlike many other marijuana enthusiasts who geek out on the jungle of chemical elements the plant packs in each of its tiny leaves, I only have an interest in its cumulative effect on the mind. In fact, I know very little about marijuana when it comes to growing, harvesting, distilling or packaging it. Nor do I care if a particular strain omits a slight scent of diesel or pineapple during the few seconds of inhalation. If I wanted to taste pineapple-smoke, I would light a pineapple on fire and eat it. All I care about is learning how the various strains impacts my mind and the minds of my friends, students, and readers – that is, how they change our thought patterns and sensory perceptions.
So, here's Marijuana 101 for Practical Metaphysics. All you need to know in order to explore your mind and expand its mental potential using cannabis, is the following few things:
First, know that the plant is polarized. Marijuana strains that contain THC – which is the psychoactive substance relevant to our topic – range as a spectrum between two mirroring strain types. One strain-type is called Indica, and the second is called Sativa. It is generally accepted – but not always proves to be the subjective experience – that Sativa dominant strains provide a head-high, and Indica dominant strains provide a body-high:
What this graph shows – as a rough estimate – is that most strains fall in the middle. That is, the dominance ratio between Indica and Sativa within the strain is less than an 8:1 ratio. Take, for example, White Widow, the first strain I ever smoked. It is a Sativa-dominant hybrid, estimated (by some) to have a 60% Sativa and 40% Indica strain-type ratio. It would then fall on the right side of the graph, right where that little blue star lives.
A head-high means that the change in your conscious perception caused you to be more in your mind, that is, less in your body, and that this increased mental experience was altered and now feels – well, "high." How this "high" is actually experienced is completely subjective. It differs based on the strain, the physical, emotional and mental state of the individual, as well as the activity performed during the high. I know people who like to smoke Sativa strains when they play video games, for example, or when exercising. I like smoking Sativa strains when I try to solve complex mental patterns. In the preface, I gave an example of how a sativa strain helped my wife focus her mind during a challenging, heavily intellectual class she was taking.
A body high means that the change in your conscious perception caused you to be more in your body, that is, less in your mind, and that this bodily experience was – again – "high." What this actually means differs, depending on many factors. Almost all strains used for pain relief are Indica dominant strains (this sounds counter-intuitive, since one would think that when you feel pain, you want to be less in your body. Pain, however, is a mental phenomenon, as we shall discover). As an autistic addicted to thinking, I used Indica dominant strains to learn to access my body, that is, to be able to pay attention to physical sensations I previously ignored (like, for example, knowing when I am full), as well as to learn how to access my emotions.
Throughout this book, I will give many other examples of uses for each of the two strain-types, accompanied with instructions on how to use them safely and effectively.
To actually know what it means to be "high," one simply has to try it. Some things must be experienced directly, and any attempt to put them into words is a fool's errand, like describing a simultaneous orgasm to a 40-year-old virgin. Marijuana shifts our conscious perception. Since we are the only ones who have access to our own conscious perception, any changes to it can be grasped by direct experience. Trying to understand what it is like to smoke marijuana by reading a book is like learning how to read by watching people going in and out of a library.
Now, I wish I could tell you that the whole Indica/Sativa business is an accurate science. It's not. Growers keep breeding new hybrid strains together, and in reality, it is very hard to know the real ratio of Indica/Sativa of almost any particular strain. Some companies write on the package what they believe the ratio to be; some don't even bother to aim, and settle for the words "Indica," "Sativa," or "hybrid" as a general indicator. Some, I recently discovered, determine the strain type by the specific terpenes, suggesting that the THC merely unlocks new neuropathways, but it is the terpenes that determine what the experience would be like. There are a few reasons for this lack of accuracy. For starters, so far no one has given the market a good reason to believe it mattered that much; most people would have a hard time articulating the difference in the effect of a 10/90% Sativa dominant strain with that of, say, a 35/65% Sativa dominant strain, much like most people can't tell the different between a $30 and a $100 bottle of wine. Second, legalization has caused a rush of creative breeding; new strains are introduced daily and the chance we once had to accurately calculate the strain-type lineage in a centralized, reliable manner is diminishing rapidly. It simply seems like an arduous task that would yield an insignificant reward.
This could not be further from the truth. In reality, the value of tracking the strain-type ratio is immense, as I will show in the next few chapters. Like the mind, the plant is polarized. Having a reasonably accurate database of strain ratios can help those who want to use marijuana for various symptoms of Parkinson's, Alzheimer's, autism, dyslexia, aphasia, and many, many other forms of mental un-ease. It is my hope that after reading this book, someone will decide to pick up the glove and address this challenge before it's too late. A simple data-gathering app distributed among growers would do the trick.
For now, that's all you need to know about the two strain types. We'll discuss them further when we talk about what creates our perception of time, and how marijuana changes it.
The second thing you need to know about marijuana, is how to ingest it so that it can become an effective training tool for your mind. In areas where marijuana is legal, it comes in every shape and form. Remember Bubba, Forest Gump's friend, who listed gazillion ways of cooking shrimp? It has been three years since marijuana was legalized in Washington, my home state, and the plethora of cannabis products available for purchase is nothing short of overwhelming. You can buy marijuana chocolates, caramels, mints or gummy bears. You can drink marijuana beer, marijuana soda, or even coffee that has marijuana in it. You can rub it on yourself as a cream or use it as lip balm, and get vaginal oil containing cannabis. You can vape it, tincture it, or smoke it. The list goes on. So much choice can easily intimidate someone who is trying to find the most useful, non-intrusive way to have a healthy relationship with marijuana, let alone for a first timer.
That said, if you are truly interested in utilizing marijuana in order to expand your mental potential using the knowledge in this book, you'll need to smoke it. Here's why.
When you ingest marijuana through the body, that is, using oil, edibles et cetera, there is an onset time averaging thirty to ninety minutes. This onset time depends on multiple factors, such as how full you are, you body weight, the THC concentration, and so forth. Furthermore, since you are ingesting it through the body, you are guaranteed the experience to include a body-high, which is not always desired, can last a long time, and can be very taxing physically (albeit very enjoyable). I once ingested home-made pot brownies that resulted in a nine-hour high. I kid you not. Lastly, and most importantly, you cannot control the level of the high when ingesting marijuana through the body. The same amount ingested on two different occasions can send you sky high or result in you feeling absolutely nothing. I once ate a piece of candy with 10ml of THC in order to relax during a long service at a synagogue. An hour into it, I felt nothing, and so I ate another one. Five minutes later, the first candy kicked in. The realization that I am in for double the effect – in public – caused me to feel highly anxious, and the whole experience started to feel like a scene in a bad movie.
A family member of mine once ate a caramel candy containing the same amount – 10ml of THC. This amount is normally suitable for a nice experience for most people (most edibles, in fact, come in 10ml portions). For many, though, 10ml can be too little. Not for my relative, who laid on the couch for hours, hallucinating, with her husband holding her hand to calm her down while receiving grounding instructions from me over the phone. She was fine; rare are the cases where the occasional use of marijuana results in long-lasting effects, and even those are always temporary. But it can be a daunting experience, especially for first timers.
If you want to explore your mind using marijuana, you must retain control of the experience, so you can pay attention to what is happening to your perception of time and space, and notice what is different in the manner with which you process reality. This means that you want to smoke enough to be sufficiently altered, but not too altered that you won't be able to think about what is happening in your mind. To do that, you have to be able to fine-tune the level of your high. Edibles, then, are inefficient for this task, beyond the occasional experimentation for comparison purposes. Under the tongue tinctures are a bit more accurate, since you can control the number of drops; but you'll still get the body high, deal with the onset time, and experience different results with each high.
Next is vaping. Vaping is done using a tiny cartridge that releases a little extracted cannabis oil, which in turn is vaporized and inhaled by an electronic device. It is easier on the lungs than burning actual dried leaves of marijuana. There are two problems, however, when it comes to vaping for the purpose of mental exploration. First, as I said, it requires using cannabis oil. Oil is expensive to extract commercially, which means that companies use high quantities of marijuana flowers to reduce costs. This means that multiple strains are normally used – whatever is available, really – and the ability to track the strain-type ratio is close to impossible. While there are some companies who make high-end cannabis oil that is strain specific, it can get very expensive, and so normally any distinction beyond "mainly Sativa" or "mainly Indica" is usually misleading.
Furthermore, vaping results in a completely different high. It feels a bit more cloudy, airy, and indistinct. You know you are altered, and it can be very pleasant, but it is not as poignant and harmonious as smoking marijuana flowers. Vaping versus smoking buds is like making love to someone versus making love to someone you love. This is most likely, again, due to the mixing of strains. People who smoke marijuana know that mixing two strains in a bowl normally muddles the high (otherwise the whole idea of cross-breeding would be unnecessary). Mixing strains manually is like pouring two different wines into the same glass. And so while vaping can be a good solution for those interested in calming down anxiety, increasing focus, or just enjoying a nice, mellow high – it is fairly useless when it comes to conscious mental exploration, as I am about to describe in this book.
We're back to buds, then; those smelly, dry, green, crystallized marijuana flowers that are placed in a bowl and smoked through a pipe.
When it comes to mental exploration, bud is the only way to go. It allows you to choose the right strain for the task and control the level of the high with relative accuracy. Smoking means that the THC gets directly to the blood stream, and so depending on the strain type, you are sending the THC to its desired destination directly – the brain itself. In other words, when smoking bud, you are altering the mental perception of your senses to induce a shift in your sensory perception of reality; when digesting THC, you alter the sensory perception of your reality to induce a shift in the mental perception of your senses. The difference between the two can be compared to playing with your kids in the park versus taking your kids to play in the park. The latter mentally observes an enjoyable experience while the former mentally experiences an enjoyable observation.
Since by smoking bud you are directly impacting the mind, the onset is very fast – normally a minute or two – which proves helpful when you want to test the impact of the strain on an immediate mental phenomenon (say, a Parkinson's tremor, an anxiety attack, lack of mental focus et cetera.). The length of the high is fairly predictable, too: a normal high would last about two to three hours. The high peaks within ten or fifteen minutes, continues for a good hour or so, then tapers off slowly. Fine tuning is also possible when smoking bud, by micro-dosing: towards the end of my research, and as described in the preface, I sometimes used as little marijuana as the equivalent of two grains of rice – sufficient enough to trigger the desired mental effect without resulting in an actual high or any side effects.
If you have a hard time with the smoke, try a water pipe. When I started smoking marijuana, my wife insisted we get one, and my lungs owe her a debt of gratitude for this fact, especially considering the amount of research I have done. These water pipes can be a bit expensive, but they are worth it – the smoke is filtered through a compartment containing water, which cools the smoke, cleans it and softens the harshness that is experienced when smoking a joint or burning a bud using a regular pipe. You can then clean the water pipe using special solvents, which further decreases the impact to your lungs.
If you are coughing, it is because you inhaled too much at once or too fast. Here comes another advantage of a water pipe: the smoke is sucked into in a closed chamber, waiting for you to inhale it in your own time. This allows you to burn the bud once, then take in the smoke slowly with several relaxed inhales. Use little marijuana; crumble a small amount of bud using your fingers into the bowl to increase the exposed surface area. Then slowly and carefully burn it to fill the chamber with smoke by tightening your lips. Hold your breath to ingest the smoke that already passed into your lungs. When you are ready for more, lift the detachable bowl to allow air to go in and inhale the rest of the smoke in the chamber little by little, as slowly and as deeply as possible. Not only will the experience be less harsh, but you will end up using significantly less marijuana.
Like anything else, it takes a little practice.
The third and last thing I'll tell you about marijuana in this introduction is targeted at you virgins who have never smoked before and are a bit timid to try, or those who tried and felt that nothing happened. The mind is a powerful thing; if you are afraid to let go of control, you will not get high. I am telling you this not just from personal experience, but from observing others who experienced the same inability to get altered. (Interestingly enough, and now that I think about it, they were all neurotic Jews such as myself. Huh.)
Truth be told, it took me almost a year to get high for the first time after deciding to give it a go. I tried on several occasions but felt nothing. The breakthrough came shortly after Diane and I moved to Spokane. In fact, I wrote about it as a part of a different writing project I work on intermittently, in which I document my personal journey of transformation. And so, instead of describing the experience again, I'll simply borrow the narrative from the other manuscript. Bear in mind that these events took place years prior to legalization.
The opportunity to try and smoke again presented itself a week after we arrived at our new home in Spokane. We visited new friends – Jane and her husband Mike. Jane was a bubbly Jewish woman who was admirably unabashed about her somewhat tactless manner. As an Israeli, I felt immediately comfortable with her; a rare occurrence, given my autistic nature. Mike was a socially awkward perfectionist who was determined to master every craft he engaged in. He was a bow hunter and an award-wining fisherman. His intense desire to be witnessed by others mirrored mine, and therefore triggered me almost immediately. I felt nervous and uneasy. He walked me through his attic, where he grew his marijuana, and boasted in his creation.
“Look at these little babies,” he held one of the buds between his fingers. “See how many crystals? White Widow, the strain is called. I take good care of my plants. None of that brown shit they sell out there. There is some real crap, I tell you – but this, you take one hit and you are set – a clean, cosmic high, none of that paranoia shit you might have heard of. Did you take a hit?”
“I did, twice already. I feel nothing. Wait, what? What paranoia? There is paranoia?”
“It doesn’t matter. Did you cough? You need to cough, it’s the cough that gets you off, you know.”
“I did cough. It was pretty bad. I didn’t get off. Get off what?”
“You need to know how to do it, you probably didn’t inhale right. Let’s go down and I’ll show you, it’s not that hard. You’ll get it soon enough. It’s not the pot, these buds are out of this world. If you don’t believe me, get a medical license from your doctor, then go see the ones they sell at the dispensary – they are skinny and brown, with almost no crystals. Nothing like these diamonds. No way you inhaled right and didn’t get stoned – these babies are magical.”
He kept talking, guiding, and instructing as I tried it again. I inhaled, coughed, then inhaled again, then coughed some more. By that time Jane, too, was hovering above me, giving conflicting advice. The fifth hit was administered by her personally – she sucked the smoke into the chamber of a water pipe and handed it to me so I could inhale it without the added complexity of lighting it myself. “Here, this way we know how much you are getting in. Look how milky the white smoke is.”
Determined, I closed my eyes and sucked it all in, and they all cheered in laughter. The hit was so big, smoke kept coming out of my nostrils for almost a minute later. I coughed so bad that I thought I was dying, my face red, my throat scratchy and burning.
”I swear I just saw smoke coming out of his ears,” Mike bellowed with laughter.
“That’s enough guys, don’t forget he’s asthmatic,” intervened Diane, who until now was floating around the house quietly lost in her own high, watching the whole scene as if from a distance.
“I’m fucking getting stoned tonight, I don’t care what it takes,” I shrieked back with a rusty voice, my hands pushed against my knees as I bent over and coughed some more.
Alas, twenty more minutes passed and I felt nothing. The mounting frustration turned into my familiar self-pity, and I was ready to give up. I just didn’t have the type of mind that could get stoned, I concluded once more. But then Jane came over and gently touched my shoulder.
“You’re safe here,” she told me quietly. “Push comes to shove, you can stay here tonight, you can sleep right here on this couch. Besides, Diane can drive you guys home. I asked her. Nothing to worry about.”
I looked up, and Diane nodded back in reassurance. “I’m good, I’ll be OK to drive us back later, no problem.”
I nodded, surprised to feel an unexpected lightness spreading through my body. My tense shoulders relaxed, and I suddenly found myself standing in the middle of the room, unsure what to do next.
“Hey, Diane,” said Jane, “Wanna see the garden?”
I followed them, strangely confused. As they all went outside, my mind became unfamiliarly empty. I was trying to digest what was happening around me but couldn’t quite catch up with my own perception; it was as if time slowed down, and yet I did not have the chance to mentally digest the visual and auditory input of my surroundings. My mind kept wanting to resume my life-long practice of thinking, processing, analyzing, exploring, and concluding; but all I was able to do —barely — was to catch up with my senses, which seemed to have intensified. Anxiety creeped back in, and suddenly I wasn’t sure if I could keep my balance. You are in for the ride now, I suddenly heard a voice in my mind’s ear.
“I think, I might…” I mumbled, trying to connect my words without losing the thread of conscious narrative. “I think I am feeling it,” I finally managed to blurt, astonished to notice the wave of shame that was attached to my reluctant release of control.
“Finally! Let’s get you inside,” a familiar, pleasant voice answered in response, as if from far away.
As my fear barrier was finally demolished, the cumulative force of all five hits assaulted the THC receptors in my brain with all their might. I got so high I ventured into the psychedelic zone and lost touch with reality. For the first time since childhood, my perception traveled into the abstract realms of the mind. Hovering between terror and awe, I dozed in and out of consciousness in what seemed to be a never-ending hallucination. At some point I gained control of my mind again, latching onto one frightening thought that was powerful enough to maintain its grip on my perception – will I ever go back to normal?
“I need you to tell me I will be OK,” I mumbled to Diane who was sunk into the couch next to me. “I will be OK, right?”
“You will be OK,” she repeated. “You just smoked too much, that’s all. You need some water. Here.”
She handed me some water, but to my amazement, my fingers went right through the glass. I simply couldn’t hold it, no matter what I did; it was as if matter did not matter.
“The glass, it is invisible, I mean, not invisible, but my fingers – “
“Here,” she brought it up to my lips. I mustered every ounce of mental attention to drink as much as I could, then plopped back onto the couch, zoning out again for yet another eternity. A couple of hours later, when the impact from the enormous amount of marijuana I inhaled finally started to dissipate and I landed back into what would be considered a typical pleasant high, it was time to leave.
There you have it. To get high, you must be willing to let go of control. Plain and simple.
I would like to stress – again – that you do not need to consume marijuana in order to enjoy this book. At the time these lines are being written, marijuana is still classified as a schedule one drug in the United States, alongside heroin and crack. The ridiculousness of this situation is blatant to those who learned to enjoy it, especially considering how loose alcohol laws are. But the reality is what it is, and there are many who are interested in learning about the mind but are not interested in consuming marijuana, or do not have access to it in a safe, legal or responsible way (like, for example, those who must stay unaltered because of their job).
And so, to you I say – there are plenty of ways to shift your conscious perception in order to explore your mind without using an altering substance (like meditation, for example). Still, learning how the mind works through the lens of marijuana will prove beneficial, since it beautifully demonstrates the intrinsically polarized nature of the human mind. However, if you are merely interested in the theory, I recommend you read my first book, called It's About Time (coming out in spring 2019. Download the book for free at The School of Practical Metaphysics).
Let us now begin our journey by understanding how our conscious awareness is created.
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