Elizabeth Castillo87 said:Look, we’ve all heard the chatter by now—there are endless studies out there showing that you can actually trigger these intense "spiritual" experiences just by poking at specific centers in the brain. It’s everywhere. You’ve got astronauts floating in the void having these profound moments, people tripping on psychedelics, near-death experiences... it's a whole spectrum of weirdness.
The typical scientific take? They argue that if you can just flip a switch in the brain to make these things happen, then it’s all just neurochemistry. To them, it’s proof there’s nothing "out there," just neurons firing in the dark. Naturally, religious folks look at those kinds of experiments with a massive amount of skepticism.
But honestly? I see it differently. To me, the fact that we can even induce these states suggests we’re sitting on a mountain of knowledge we aren't even aware of—stuff that's buried incredibly deep. If you look at it through the lens of biological evolution, there’s zero survival reason for us to carry around those kinds of heavy, ancient memories, no matter how deep they go.
People who get hit with these induced experiences usually end up totally lost, not knowing what to do with themselves. And let's be real, even when these things hit you out of nowhere, it’s a hell of a thing to process. It isn't easy to carry.
But seriously, since anyone can basically be triggered into this state, how does that prove it's somehow meaningless? How does being able to replicate it mean it doesn't matter?
It really depends on the experience. 🙂
During my childhood, up until about age 12 or 13, I regularly had what I wouldn't necessarily call a "spiritual experience," but rather very fascinating perceptions of reality. They usually lasted for a few hours—ebbing and flowing—and I could actually summon them myself if I wanted to. 🙂
It felt like this:
Suddenly, I would become aware of the "perfection" of everything. Everything was exactly where it belonged—a stone on the path, a falling leaf, someone’s hand gesture, an insect flying by... Everything inside and outside of me seemed to be exactly where it should be. At the same time, everything felt incredibly significant, the most important thing imaginable. Every blade of grass, every speck of dust, every spoken word, every single thought of mine—it was all perfectly meaningful, the most vital thing in the world. Everything was perfect, and everything was paramount. 🙂
No matter where I looked, I saw beauty. I remember being unable to tear my eyes away from people's faces; everyone, young and old, seemed stunningly beautiful. 🙂 And while talking to someone, I would occasionally think, "I was once YOU, and now I am ME, and everything is wonderful. It is so lovely to be ME," and I would be overcome by this boundless joy of existence. 🙂 There were moments when I had flashes of memory regarding what it felt like to be that other person, but they were fleeting, and I would quickly return to MYSELF and enjoy the sheer joy of being. 🙂
Unfortunately, I was too young to grasp the value of these experiences. To me, they were just normal, and as I grew up, other experiences began to feel more interesting. This unique perception of self and the world appeared less and less frequently until it eventually faded away entirely.
I don't know if I will ever be able to see reality that way again, but I hope that perspective returns to me someday. 🙂 It is likely tucked away somewhere, waiting for the right moment to resurface. 🙂 (At least, that's what I like to believe.)
But how does the fact that it can be induced in anyone serve as proof that it isn't worth mentioning?
I'm not certain if every "spiritual experience" can be induced, especially the ones where a person has control—meaning they can repeat them and summon them at will.