My sleeping is so fucked recently I am close to something simmilar to being sorta kind of not-really but aproaching a state that could be interpreted as resembling high.
If you are sacrificing your own health and happiness for a piece of paper and a shitty situation then maybe going abroad would be a good move. Failing that you could always flip a coin and leave it up to chance.
Naked Lunch - William Burroughs Island - Aldous Huxley Food of the Gods - Terrence Mckenna The Dharma Bums - Jack Kerouac Understanding the Media - Marshall Mcluhan There are probably more but those in particular stand out as the all time "best" books I have read up until now.
I recently ordered both of those books, although I may regret it given I know jack about chemistry. A speech I heard by Shulgin kind of inspired me to take a look at the books anyway.
I don't see how you can seperate the mind/body/soul into different catagories. I think that maybe when you die you exist as a conciousness for the seconds before your biological death, but you decend so far into eternity that time becomes meaningless. This is assuming we are alive in any sense we understand in the first…
I have given these a shot, even at one point during an acid trip. Maybe it was my state of mind or my lack of proficiency in meditation but I really didn't find them to be much more than white noise. That's not to say they can't be effective, but I wasn't particularly impressed.
There is a concept called the Shadow that I find a good explination for this kind of thing. I think all you can do is try to occasionally embrace your shadow in controlled portions to avoid it becoming a problem... or even better; use it as a creative tool.
I dunno, I can see them implimenting it against criminals and possibly allowing parents the option to use it pre-emptivly on children. Hopefully it will never happen, but I don't have that much faith that if the technology exists, some asshole won't use it.
Besides, most people who are conventionally succesful expirience very sensible pleasures and reasonable thought patterns. If the greatest pleasure in your life is your accounting job, your fatass wife and your valium then what is the point?
I have had the advantage of changing my mind about the future once a week since I was 5, so anything I wrote at any age would be contradicted quick enough for me to not feel bad about not achieving it.
A state of being seems to be mostly irrelevant to me, because on another timescale it is actually just things doing their thing. A human is a cullmination of a whole lot of verbs.
I downed a bottle of scotch, sat at my desk chain smoking then put a revolver in my mouth for 20 minutes while I tried to work up the courage to pull the trigger. Then I cheaked to see the site back up... and so life became wonderful again.
Interesting and educational ramblings spewed forth from the heroin addled queer himself, all compiled in one thread :cool: I am pretty fucking high right now, I should have maybe elaborated the purpose of this very nessisary thread.
Assuming that summoning entities like this is actually possible using any human methods, what would you possibly have to gain by doing something like this? I would be curious, but I am also curious occasionally about what it feels like to amputate my own arm. Risk/Benifit and all that.
I don't think the any one cabal of fatcats is behind it all, but the median itself is too powerful to put into the hands of the kind of people who are running it presently. I think it's a cultural problem, not a conspiracy. That could be said about 99% of humanities fuckups. Slave labour wasn't a conspiricy back in the…
I agree, but that said there could be a point where the median runs away from the people in charge. Reality is becoming increasingly artificial and controllable, but that works both ways. If you are sick of the politics/commercial reality then you can change the chanel to Scarface and make pretend you are a gangster. While…