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Two things I just realized:
1. all my guy friends are gay
2. I am really uncomfortable around straight white males
3. I am friends with no straight white males
Psychedelics are undergoing a revival of interest, but where do we go from here? A leading thinker offers a four-stage preview.
The guy who invented the rocking chair was probably chill as fuck.
communing with comet, donner, and blitzen in the uplands
Late night walks; I am morphing into a vampire. On the bright side, I get the world to myself when I go out after the sky has faded from indigo to black. No one to interrupt my thoughts apart from grazing reindeer suddenly feeling a magnetic pull towards me. I imagine psychoactive plants as a telephone operator connecting the lines between species. This is what a jewgnostic stoner is doing on Christmas night.
this is me
"The ordinary waking consciousness is a very useful and, on most occasions, an indispensable state of mind; but it is by no means the only form of consciousness, nor in all circumstances the best. Insofar as he transcends his ordinary self and his ordinary mode of awareness, the mystic is able to enlarge his vision, to look more deeply into the unfathomable miracle of existence."
unspecific medicine, in this case, has fewer side effects
psychedelic medicine is the affirmative action of mental health; it gives those who are oppressed by their brain circuitry an equalizing chance.
releasing the self of my dreams
scientific drug research provides measures of central tendency, a.k.a. averages. the problem is, human brains, while structural and physiologically similar, are all different. so yes, marijuana can induce paranoia and amotivational behaviour in some. and in others, like me, it can be a life-changing medicine of the mind, personality, and perspective. we must remember that individualism that is vital to effective medicine, a lack of which is a rapidly increasing problem in the world of modern medicine.
cannabis has changed my life for the better. it shifts things back into balance. i've finally admitted to myself that, despite the negative connotations, my mind is diseased in its "sober" state.
weed releases the self of my dreams.
the cannabinoids bind to my receptors and, using a machete, bushwack the thick, fibrous vines of the depressive state of mind that holds my being down.
but one must remember, medicinal plants are not a cure for an imbalance; they are not a silver bullet. they are, however, a tool that can release you into the light, perhaps only temporarily, so that once you regress back to the darkness, your visceral conception of colour lingers.
remember, knowledge is power. nothing is more precious than the understanding that arises from experience. that's why telling a depressed person that it will get better is about effective as verbally telling a bright-eyed kid the world is burning. a priori reasoning does not work in developing self-awareness.
fascism is the norm these days
i pick up a bud, take a deep inhale of its raw, vegetal perfume, and think: why such hostility and fear and propaganda against a fucking beautiful leaf/flower?! I don't want anyone telling me I can't reap the bounty of this planet in a responsible and loving way.
The borders of the collective unconscious
I blame the beauty of the world for making me lose ambition to travel in any sort of singular, defined direction. One minute, I'm like, yes, the human body: there is nothing more complex and fascinating that one can physically touch -- this is what I want to study and understand how our bodies are extensions of the environmental matrix and to use the environment to regulate the health of our bodies and therefore our minds. But then I turn around and see the mycorrhizal connection between mushrooms and their tree friends and I'm just like: we need to pay more attention. I believe we are equals with all the animals and plants with whom we inhabit this ecosystem, insofar as we are part of a whole and each organism plays its part. Ok, maybe equal but different. And we have taken this difference to mean that we have an inherent right to mess with the system because we have the privilege of possessing the top "intelligence" of the animal kingdom. And this so called intelligence leads to feelings of power and control over a system we know barely anything about. We think we are so smart and have mastered nature yet we have created sickness that wasn't there before. We built the wall that oppresses the natural world. We have made the infinitely awe-inspiring ecosystems into a Palestine or a Mexico and have constructed these huge impenetrable walls around them because we are afraid. We feel a need for control when we could just as easily all smoke some weed together and abolish all the world's borders.
Holy shit. Carl Sagan. I wish he were still alive and I wish I could vape with him and talk for hours.
Most, if not all of what he discusses in this essay speaks to me in a way that I see my brain mirrored in his writing. Except for the flashes. I don't get the flashes like he did.
I only exercise in the dark
I just literally and figuratively ran into one of my deer friends
My Mom say not to eat salty things before fasting
I promptly reaffirmed my infidel-aristrocrat status by making coho salmon roe canapés with whole grain mustard and fucking Himalayan pink salt which is almost guaranteed to be Canadian iodized salt stained with red 40.
conversations with S.
"Do you think I am maybe actually bipolar?" "No, you're just fuckin' weird. But don't worry you're normal." "Ok, good."
everything is floating
capital em Marijuana makes my evil voices go away
No Not at all Never
I finally understand the difference between a head high and a body high! A body high means that you can still complete mental/cognitive tasks, but you feel heavy as fuck on your couch. So you lie with your computer on your stomach and write and read and learn but don’t even lift a toe because everything is buzzing with the resistance of the force of gravity. So in that way
it’s psychologically intoxicating too.
"Endlessly manifold. Self-contained. Replete." Hexiosis: Tumblr. [via Asylum Art]
My recommendation: listen to Tame Impala's "InnerSpeaker" while you regard these.