Psychonauts!

"When you get the message, hang up the phone."



Use it, don't abuse it!

 

Message?

 

Perhaps he called a specific number.

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ak2eykrZCpI"]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ak2eykrZCpI

Fittingly psychedelic.


I'm interested though, how many trippers have actually thought this themselves? Or something similar?

 

I actually feel like I am done with psychedelic drugs because I took 'enough learning' from it. I have also tripped for fun but I have the same feeling about that. I didn't really get a concrete message (nor was I looking for one)

 

AAHH!
You kids are clueless!!!

The psychedelic experience uses YOUR memories and YOUR life situation for content and any pertinent "messages" that may reveal themselves.
Considering this, unless you are going to live the remainder of your life isolated in a dark room, there will always be "more" to benefit from psychedelics.

The quality and nature of the experience will also change considerably with life experience and wisdom/insight that only comes with years lived on the planet.

"I think I've gotten all I can from psychedelics"...
pfff.....you youngsters and your goofy notions.

 

Well, I didn't put 'enough learning' between"" for nothing. I'm sure there are deeper/new insights to experience but I am not intrigued enough to undergo a trip anymore. It's not goofy to acknowledge the feeling you are done with them my friend.
And how did you get that we weren't aware of the fact that the messages and insights you get mainly involves our own memories and life situation..?

 

asmodean, do you completely rule out the possibility that you might trip again someday when you're an old foagie like noxious?
how long has it been since your last trip?


maybe when someone is young, it's hard to think about life when you're twice your current age. so the only way to abstain from something is to say you're done with it.
did you go through a several year break from psychedelics, noxious?

 

No, I don't rule anything out. I only know how I feel about it now and admit it could perhaps change. I'm pretty sure I wouldn't trip on a regular basis anymore but if it feels right and good I might trip on mushrooms someday again. I'm not in a hurry though. My last trip was on philosopher stones (truffles that grow under ground) and at least 3 years ago I'd guess.

 

I've thought it many times over the past decade at least, but I've come to the opinion that it's a way of congratulating myself for having identified some kind of ideological obscurity which is not subject to further testing, and more importantly I've realized that I was using the idea as an excuse to distance myself from pleasure seekers and neophytes, and ultimately to protect my feelings from the fact that I've become horribly afraid of psychedelics across the board, but psilocybin in particular. It's been a number of years since I've posted here enthusiastically about psychedelics (and drugs in general) although my interest in them has never decreased, because in retrospect I noticed how naive my beliefs were. I don't mean to suggest that I've lost faith in the ability to use psychedelics for transformation and growth, quite the contrary, but rather I pushed the limits to the extreme with almost every indulgence of each substance so many times that eventually it caught up with me and taught me a lesson that I'm still not recovered from; where people are using psychedelics (in relatively moderate to low doses) to recover from trauma, many more of us have had it inflicted upon us by them directly, and while this isn't necessarily a 'bad' thing, it is something to take very seriously. While I tend to dislike Alan Watts considered as a charlatan and hold in disdain his oft-quoted laconic aphorisms, I understand what psychonautic people take from this well known saying and I agree that there is some truth to it, but at the same time I think it is to be regarded as dangerously anthropocentric to believe that there is a singular message to be told by a plant intoxication, which seems to disregard the sense of urgency accompanying nature's methodology, never mind the awesome darkness of the subconscious mind, the dream state, the 'unknown' with it's inticing invitation to exploration. Alan Watts is known primarily because he extrapolated Buddhist doctrine from the psychedelic experience and while I respect the religion, and appreciate that I don't fully 'get it', it's only relevance outside of the visionary aspects is found in it's idea of compassion, which is a settled word existing for us somewhere between empathy and narcissism (meanwhile there is no true English equivalent).

The psychedelic experience which put me under, which took my reverence and fear to the furthest extent coupled with a devastating acquiescence, was one of primarily psychological and spiritual terror, and although nothing remarkable occurred in my environment, my body was also subjected to immense physical agony of a degree that I'm not certain it is possible to endure otherwise without also suffering actual damage. This was on just under an eighth of dried mushrooms (a formerly trivial amount to me) and what I assumed was starting off by extreme vasoconstriction and the inevitable anxiety attack quickly turned into full blown seizures and a violent 'near death experience'; a walk in the park for a weathered brow, in other words. Except for the visions, which were of such an excruciating brutal depth in spiritual brilliancy that I admittedly fully broke down mentally. I've cried plenty and begged for death during transformative 'shamanic' episodes countless times in the past, but never anything even remotely close to this, and unfortunately I lack the vocabulary to properly relay the perceived properties and dimensions of these deranged ontological peculiarities with which to quantify the intensity of this experience, which lasted roughly 3 hours.

I don't want to use any chemical or experiential basis as a comparative, because for example I can't say that it was somehow similar to smoking a relentless dose of DMT for an equivalent amount of time (which I realize is an impossibility) since although there were many similarities, there were far more anomalies utterly unfamiliar to me. I wasn't taken from atheism to theism in this case, nor were my existential bearings knocked out of concentric alignment to tilt from my normal predeterministic tendencies to some kind of hyper-raw solipsism, I was simply crushed from the bottom up and after a sort of malevolent cataclysmic revelation during which all of the 'known' succumbed to entropy, I came into a new plane of being, a highly geometric and alien place that was specifically my living room but also it was a sacred place upon which I was set to be reborn (for the hundreth time.. nevertheless..). At this point I felt that I was at the feet of some kind of slippery amorphous centralized mass that occasionally took on a constitution which resembled both a black, mechanical Apollo and Artemis simultaneously born out of a feverish anaesthetic nightmare, and my girlfriend (Aura, for those of you older posters who know me) and I had our bodies forced repeatedly into various interlocking shapes as the delivery unfolded (a point which I find difficult to expand on but of a magnitude of perceived importance that I wish to reaffirm); her behind me on the sofa, while I was on the floor at her feet. It was at this point when a tone rang out and the entire scene (my sight, basically) went inverse and I died a thousand deaths, one after the other, each sequence following the base frequency of an analog generated square wave through attack, sustain, decay, release; on each renewal the vibration grew and I was lulled into another seizure, and as the seizure relented a new vision appeared, and so on went this pattern for some time.

During the visions I apprehended what felt to me like the inborn, still essence of every profound question I could familiarize myself with at the time, each vision dealt with one idea directly and it was revealed through a course of imagery in symbolism, most of which I still can not make sense of. There was the typical expansion of awareness to gather the global state of suffering and deliver it to the front door of my soul, the appearance of Krishna as the 'universal form' which bewilders and destroys Arjuna during chapter 10 of the Bhagavad Gita, the linking of Christ dying on the cross to deliver us from sin with the Buddhas refusal to abandon the many kalpas left to mankind to suffer through, and beyond these teleological visions there were others which framed reality in a more colorful materialistic fashion, and these filtered and dampened in and out between bouts of sustained epileptic jolts.

I could go on and on about this trip as of course it involved much more than this summary, and it led to the natural recourse in patterns of thought afterwards such as "Were we possessed?" "Where we accidentally poisoned by infected fungi?" "Did our souls leave our bodies?" all of which were eventually dismissed as I accepted the unpredictability of the psychedelic experience and the fathomless depths of the human unconscious mind. I've taken mushrooms once more since then and LSD a handful of times, and although the violence has only arisen once since (albeit of a degree not nearly as high) I've resigned myself for now to force a reminder with the occasional use of smoked DMT because of the very brief duration. Our conscious mind is terribly volatile and I've always felt myself to be somewhat different from our community by mutual interest at large, since the vast majority of my trips have to be understood to have been 'bad' and I accept that this means at least one of two things: that either I'm filled with darkness, and have many 'monsters' inside of me to combat, or that I have a shortcut which enables me to bypass the supramundane and directly soar to the realm of the dead, as the ancient priests of Egypt, or as Jung possessed. To brush up against the topic at hand and circle back round to the point of detour, I think it is most important to be taught the full potential of psychedelic drugs to bend your mind in ways that are a bit too much for comfort, and that abusing them liberally is a dangerous way to go about tearing down the invisible internal boundaries; I don't subscribe to the notion that there is a singular message to be gained from any and all paths, but I do believe in caution and taking extended breaks between use in order to integrate the profound changes these drugs have on our personalities and thought patterns.

Despite my fear of psychedelics, I continue to use DMT because of the importance I feel in glimpsed reminders of the very nearness of the whole thing, and I remain open to someday taking the full trek back into the labyrinth when the burden of my workload and responsibilities lighten up a bit, at the moment I'm still raising two young children and taking seriously the prospect of shaping my future with deliberate steps I'm hoping to start making. At this point in time the earth shattering psychedelic experience is something I've had a wealth of which enabled me to remain optimistic and open to all that life can be, and I am hesitant to smash it all apart again as I don't feel accomplished in having built up a wall high enough to merit such an attack. When the times comes, I believe I'll recognize it, and act accordingly. And I am most certain that it is on it's way.

 

yay keep up the good vibes.

I think the journey is only worth it if you can finish it.
Its like climbing a mountain. You either go there to die or you go there so you can say to the others: People! I have climbed the mountain.

I'm finishing my journey. Took me 7 years. Thats a good number. Magical.

But before I do..... Im gonna climb as deep down the rabbits hole as possible.. so I can bring back something with me. A gift for the people. Because if I bring back nothing, they will not believe that I have lived it.

I wanna bring back an idea. Something that will blow everyones mind!!

 

Who cares what they believe? Happy travelling anyway :sunny:

 

alright ...
so HEy

The message I got was THIS: (Lucy whispered it into my ears, its a bit scrambled, im high.)
Live your life. Try to make the most out of it. Be Happy. Love.
Ignorance is Bliss. Go with the flow. Let the others take you. Dont stand out like a twig. Your gonna get snapped in two. Dont kill yourself. Life is what you make it. Make it Good.

We are all just a consciousness software running inside a nervous system that is controlling a human body robot. The universe is just a slow ripple getting more and more complex. Evolution is god. And god is a ripple on the eternal lake of existence.

There is no way we can understand what is behind the scenes. Getting fucked up is not the answer. Go with the flow. Get a job. Get married. Live the pattern life that has been given to you. It is a gift.
The chance of a full life is not given out to everyone. Take the offer.

Every man has the right to live by his own law. But true freedom does not exist. WE are only humans.

There is no real point. Don't take life seriously.

 

to answer Pork's question, yes I had a period of about 10 years with no psychedelics.

The quality and nature of the experience is completely different for me now, hard to explain.
A lot of the AHA! type revelations are pretty ingrained in my paradigm so I often can get very focused and specific in my journeys without being distracted by the flotsam and jetsam of the psychedelic space.
Plus having a family and all brings a completely new world of interpersonal relationship issues, some good, some not so fun, as illustrated by my harrowing mushroom excursion a few years ago that had aspects that continue to haunt me. (I feel ya Magic Rocks )

So yeah, in some respects there are common themes in the psychedelic experience that can be like "been there, done that" and leave a person feeling as if there isn't anything more to gain. Get past all the circus show crap and delve deep into your own inner universe, that's where psychedelics will always present bright, shiny and new.

I haven't had anything for about a year now (waiting for my San Pedro to grow more)
and that's fine. When I do I'll have a couple of years of living to consider from that unique perspective.

But remember, because life is not static, neither is the psychedelic experience.
There is always something new around the corner.



although when I was young and had almost unlimited access, I did get to the point that tripping became "Oh yay, more acid, yippeee...............yawn..."
and felt that I had "wrung out" all I could from the experience. It was really more a matter of my abusing it and taking it way to frequently.
After a few years break I had some good LSD and realized I was mistaken in my earlier assessment.

 

I'd like to add though that just because there's always something new around the psychedelic corner it depends on the person wether they should keep looking to go around those corners so to speak. Well, I guess that's what the OP basicly was saying too

 

Yeah... but ya know.. lucy often talks shit. Dirty girl. showing me the illusions, trying to set me free.
now that i think back...
I think the final lesson was:

I am what I am.

Edit: and civilization is: pants on a monkey!!

 

i heard something like that from some hippie lady.

she said she felt like she was always looking for something, or that tripping made her feel like she was getting really close to finding out the answer...but she never found it.

that statement really seemed important to me, like a warning or something.

tripping can be amazing and enlightening and all that jazz...but i still think it's important not to place too much worth in it.


i think i've probably already agreed with your assessment in the past, noxious
i can somewhat relate, since my first trip was about a decade ago. i'm married now, i'm a lot emotionally closer with my brother now (and physically far away)....my life is more serious and "grown up" in general.
i feel like by choosing the right type of setting/set, i can delve into a deep mind trip, rather than the circus-type fun one. but i hear ya...i'm sure several decades of life bring a different type of perspective that i can only look forward too.

i think that it can go both ways though. several decades with one's head in the sand can just lead to a closed minded, old jerk. NOT saying that's you, just saying that maybe it's not always years of life experience leading to wisdom.
(we know about ur smatz ya old stinker):wheelchair:

 

She was taking the good shit!! Not this opiate benzo crap that so many ppl use here.
(Pilllls must take Pilllllllls!!)

Clouds in the mind!

You big on opies? right?
Do you remember your own consciousness?

I have found the answer. It can not be expressed in words but its there. AND its Something worth searching for.

There is a Terrance mcKenna quote somewhere.....
"Living a life without psychedelics is like dying a virgin. You never figured out what its all about."

 

I think it speaks volumes to the sheer immensity of the human condition to recognize that apathy involves the capacity to know no boundaries and that something as profoundly unsettling as a psychedelic experience (which is in a sense among the few 'frontiers' left available to man in his natural habitat, as a means to explore consciousness) may become susceptible to jading through active use as well as in the disillusioned retrospective for even the most intrepid of internal cartographers.

I, too have experienced just that loss of enthusiasm during a period of heavy use and have marveled many times at how dramatically my feelings and ideas become as at variance with otherwise deeply emotional ideologies. It turns out then to be of little consequence that these chemicals have adrenergic effects, stimulating creative impulses, rejuvinating the senses and all the rest of it; the effects of nearly every drug when taken in excess gradually diminishes to a point of impotency, where an entactogen may dissolve into a somnifacient and jittery soulless soporific, a numbing narcotic set to pacify ennui on a par with the medicinal, the rather temporal chemicals. Even the pursuit of discovering God is eventually resigned to abandon, and this is a desperately dark notion; indeed, dispersing the weather around developing the noetic is the only passion I've never felt pale.

The apprehension of the a priori is bolstered by nature's palpable urgency in transmission, which is itself a peculiar dilating channel riddled with the deafening feedback of spasmatic echoing epistemics (curious primarily because a definite rapport is established in communion with an indefinite, autonomous sentience seemingly generated by the intoxicant fruit but simultaneously cognizant as beheld and beholder) which is perceived both as a visibly luminescent, crawling geometricity and also as flares of an audible representation of a chambered muddy aqueduct, moving hues of the impermeable's palette, calcinated umber and ochre separated by phosphorescent pockets of some kind of sacred haematite. I had to unload a plethora of poesy in attempt to describe this most holy of communal dynamics in the human symbiosis with the Earth, so please excuse my digression into phantasmagoria. Ultimately, this is what brings me back to the table despite a satiated appetite.

When I consider the general course of behavioral adaptation, or modification, in ratio to compensation of empowered critical thinking by consumers of all things mind-altering, the 'trace contour' of the psycho-social imprint rent upon the shimmering sensorium within the context of contemporary Western culture is alarmingly stark, I find myself absolved (baptized by fire!) in incurring certain key elements vis-à-vis; these key mystical and interpersonal insights gleaned aside, the present state of our society as we falter to embrace globalism and the ramifications already evident within the remodeled approach to manners, linguistic / artistic expression, philosophical muses and the declaring obsolete any kind of gentry affability (i.e. in the motions to equalize the populace, the people fill in the absence with popular idolatry) reveal an arrested emotional development and ominously portends to a mass surfacing of suppressed internal darkness hitherto blithely ignored, and confused for a benign social force.

This sinister, lackluster, infantile and vein view of the present generation informs a side of my abstinence. The flawed reasoning comprising the impetus of much psychedelic drug consumption is grossly underestimated and I remain undecided for now in my opinions on the renewed interest in psychopharmacology and the growing consensus that an archaic shamanic approach is a necessary component of playing psychopomp, as I feel these drugs should not be administered to people by an authority figure, but I remain optimistic that the effort will hopefully facilitate some mainstreaming and the proper scientific recognizing of the medicinal value of these drugs.

 

magic rocks!!! WRITE A BOOK!
I'm not kidding.