Psychedelic drugs are the keys to freeing the spirit from the chains of material existence and allowing it to float around on the forever pedestal. Get with it—your real body has been gathering dust for too long.
February 05, 2013, 2:04pm Comments
Psychedelic drugs are the keys to freeing the spirit from the chains of material existence and allowing it to float around on the forever pedestal. Get with it—your real body has been gathering dust for too long.
February 05, 2013, 2:04pm Comments
“Give us this day our daily Faith, but deliver us, dear God, from Belief.”
— Aldous Huxley, from Island
January 13, 2013, 3:15pm Comments
“LSD was studied in the 1960s by Eric Kast as an analgesic for serious and chronic pain caused by cancer or other major trauma. Even at low (sub-psychedelic) dosages, it was found to be at least as effective as traditional opiates, while being much longer lasting in pain reduction (lasting as long as a week after peak effects had subsided)”
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(Source: Wikipedia)
January 11, 2013, 4:20pm Comments
“The tin can was invented in 1811. The can opener was not invented until 1855. In the intervening 44 years, people were obliged to access their pork ‘n’ beans with a hammer and chisel.
Now, the psychedelic can opener, the device that most efficiently opens the tin of higher consciousness, was discovered thousands of years ago and put to beneficial use by shamans and their satellites well before the advent of what we like to call “civilization.” Yet, inconceivably, modern society has flung that proven instrument into the sin bin, forcing its citizens to seek access to the most nourishing of all canned goods with the psychological equivalent of a hammer and chisel. (I’m referring to Freudian analysis and the various, numberless self-realization techniques.)
Our subject here, however, is creativity, and I don’t mean to suggest that just because one employs the psychedelic can opener to momentous effect, just because one manages to dip into the peas of the absolute with a lightning spoon, that one is going to metamorphose into some creative titan if one is not already artistically gifted. The little gurus who inhabit certain psychoactive compounds are not in the business of manufacturing human talent. They don’t sell imagination by the pound, or even by the microgram. What they ARE capable of doing, however, is reinforcing and supporting that innate imagination that manages to still exist in a nation whose institutions — academic, governmental, religious and otherwise — seem determined to suffocate it with a polyester pillow from WalMart.
The plant genies don’t manufacture imagination, nor do they market wonder and beauty — but they force us out of context so dramatically and so meditatively that we gawk in amazement at the ubiquitous everyday wonders that we are culturally disposed to overlook, and they teach us invaluable lessons about fluidity, relativity, flexibility and paradox. Such an increase in awareness, if skillfully applied, can lift a disciplined, adventurous artist permanently out of reach of the faded jaws of mediocrity.
The impact of psychedelics upon my own sensibility was to dissolve a lot of my culturally-conditioned rigidity. Old barriers, often rooted in ignorance and superstition, just melted away. I learned that one might move about freely from one level of existence to another. The borderlines between reality and fantasy, dream and wakefulness, animate and inanimate, even life and death, were no longer quite as fixed. The Asian concept of interpenetration of realities was made physically manifest — and this served to massage the stiffness out of my literary aesthetic.
Unbeknownst to most western intellectuals, there happens to be a fairly thin line between the silly and the profound, between the clear light and the joke; and it seems to me that on that frontier is the single most risky and significant place artists or philosophers can station themselves. I’m led to suspect that my psychedelic background may have prepared me to straddle that boundary more comfortably than those writers who insist on broaching the luminous can of consciousness with a hammer and chisel, and, especially, those who, spurning the in-CAN-descent altogether, elect to lap their watered-down gruel from the leaky trough of orthodoxy.”
— Tom Robbins, a column written for MAPS
October 05, 2012, 4:34pm Comments
» Streetlight Interference Phenomenon
Street light interference, or SLI, is an alleged anomalous phenomenon where a person seems to turn off (or sometimes on) street lights, or outside building security lights, when passing near them.
This started happening to me during a ridiculous acid trip a few years back and hasn’t stopped.
May 28, 2012, 8:43pm Comments
Bill Hicks talks about the time he took a ‘heroic dose’ of mushrooms in Fredricksburg, Texas
May 20, 2012, 3:25am Comments
This process is cutting edge, and, in your constant task of freeing yourself from your culture’s imposed insanities, will provide you with more therapeutic benefit than any other known process or method.
Step 1: Ingest 250mg of MDMA.
Step 2: Ingest 3.5g of Psilocybe cubensis mushrooms
Step 3: Ingest 600µg of LSD
If you have used a serotonin psychedelic in the past, you can skip step 1. Further, it is essential that therapeutic philosophy and literature are used as supplements to steps 2 and 3. Each step should be separated by a month of self-reflection. Finally, steps 2 and 3 should be repeated indefinitely at one’s own discretion. That is all.
May 08, 2012, 11:48pm Comments
I’ve been talking about it my whole life.
You’ve been talking about it your whole life.
They’ve been talking about it their whole lives.
We’ve all been discussing this all of our lives.
Why can’t it yet be said?
Why can’t I say this?
April 17, 2012, 7:29pm Comments
