From the age ot ten, I started using my earnings from selling eggs, milk, and mowing lawns for people, to buy strange books on "Hindu Seers," etc., from that famous mailorder novelty company for children and teenagers: Johnson Smith and Company. I read descriptions of "enlightenment," "understanding," and the like. I thought that if I could accomplish what those seers did, I would suddenly see a completely different world full of flashing lights, music of the spheres, etc. In short, a magic world. Evidently, those who take psychadelic drugs are expecting the same type of experience: hence their visions, strange lights, etc. I hope and pray that they don't destroy their lives in that dangerous, impossible pursuit through the medium of drugs.
I bought everything I could read about these matters, and have never stopped doing it up to this very day, practiced all forms of meditation, some very dangerous, such as staring at the sun, stopping up my ears and giving myself a lifetime case of tinnitus, etc. I also mastered a rude form of meditation which has served me well over the years. Additionally, I delved into the origins of all religions, tracing them all back to that part of Northern India we now call Afghanistan, which seceded from India in the 1700s. What I learned from the origins of religions put me in bad stead with religionists because I also discovered that Christ is buried in Srinagar, strong evidence that Solomon was just some stony mountains in Afghanistan, and a bunch of other neat things. Finally, in 1993, thinking I had exhausted all my sources, I put this information in a 144,000 word book that I had iuniverse publish. Then, a few months after that, new information started rolling in again. I spent over ten thousand dollars importing strange books from India and checked out old tomes from the major libraries in the United States.
I've said before that I graduated from college in Mexico and have lived among the Mexicans in this country for most of my life. It just so happens that ghosts, spirits, and guardian angels are as real to most to them as you and I are to each other. Additionally, I studied the lives of miracle-working Catholic saints, such as Maria de Agreda, the Spanish nun who bilocated to Southwestern USA, converting many Indian tribes before the Spanish conquistadores arrived, such as the Isletas of New Mexico. We also journeyed to Rancho Santa Ana de Guadalupe in my wife's state of Jalisco, to personally visit the relatives of the martyred saint Toribio Romo, whose ghost even now personally helps many illegals trying to cross over into this country. What we learned in Santa Ana would blow your mind!
About 15 years ago, what I was looking for - happened! We met an old Jewish couple living in a dirty old trailer smelling strongly of urine on the beach of San Patricio Melaque, Jalisco. What they told me clicked instantly! But there was no magic about what they told me. What I had been searching for had was lying in front of my eyes all the time. This old world! When a person reaches this stage, he is then ready to go to the Politics and Current Affairs message board. I give anyone who does this a MONEY-BACK GUARANTEE that he'll become terrified at what he sees: the soul of all discordancy! God how I fear it!
As far as truth is concerned, the technique of searching for it is not magic, either. One keeps on studying different ideas, practices, etc., until the mind just tires out and gives you the jackpot! What I have just said in this paragraph is Zen Buddhism in a nutshell!
Now for the sixty-four thousand dollar question: Is there such a thing as absolute truth? If there is an "absolute truth," it is waiting for us many thousands of years in the future. All we can do is get approximations, but it just seems to be one interminable series of skins which we rip off, finding another just beneath that one, etc., just as if we're peeling the delicate skins from an onion.
I recommend to anyone wanting to do some serious spiritual research to learn all he can about the nature of Belief, which lies at the bottom layer of the human thinking processes. Mankind knows so little of himself and the universe, that not even his present scientific accomplishments are making a dent in his grasp of truth. As far as I personally am concerned, whatever truths I know are buried and suffocated under billions, even trillions of beliefs and conjectures. So ignorant am I that I cannot even prove that what I say here is valid! How can I define truth if I don't know what it is yet? Our intuition tells us that it is out there somewhere - but where is somewhere? I wish I knew.