in SWIM's own words:
Mescaline is a funny monkey. in the kingdom of entheogens, where it was made crystal clear that SALVIA is the queen, DMT is the holy man, and Kratom is the healer...Mescaline would most likely be the court jester..
it is 4pm and the clouds have finally begun to part. it rained up here the entire day....which was just fine by me. i love the rain....especially when in the midst of a giant forest of redwoods. patches of steam and mist rise up like the trees are communicating via smoke signal with one another. the lush, saturating smell of moss and damp pine needles and bark are as intoxicating in their own right as...say...a dancing plume of spice-smoke...oh the sweet perfume!
i'm clad in my raingear and decide to take a march out into the soggy foliage. the sound of rain in the trees...the wind blowing a brisk 30 degree "sweet-nothing" into my numb ear...i'm waiting for my two caps of mescaline to dissolve in my gut and release cacti-wisdom into my immediate awareness.
...my balls are still not fully back down into my sack from yesterday's excursion, so i decide to do this "puritan-style". no kava, no maoi, just mescaline.
as i said, things have finally decided to dry up a little and after 45 minutes i don't really feel anything so i decide to take advantage of the weather and go for a bike ride along the sea-to-sky highway (voted one of the 5 most beautiful roads in the world!). i'm a competitive(former pro) cyclist and have been racing since i was 11, so for me i'm more at home on a bike than off.
i'm on a $10,000 road bike going almost 50mph down a decent towards the town of Squamish when another cyclist PASSES ME!
..no...wait a minute...there's noone there! what the?...:shock: this continues for the next 3 decents i fly down...me vs. the guy from team mescaline.
now i'm about 30 minutes away from home and the view is spectacular. sun still high in the sky over the pristine chain of islands off to my left that are breathing deeply...wait..what? :?
the minute the larger island sits up and stretches it's giant bear arms as if waking from a deep sleep it all kicks in. hard.
i start laughing so hard i almost crash my bike :d now the urgency of having to make it back home makes me laugh even harder...i'm lost now...how the fuck am i going to ride a bicycle???
lemme tell you something folks, i haven't ridden with such focus in my entire life! yawning constantly battling a bicycle that was OBVIOUSLY built out of some sort of pasta al dente....it dawns on me halfway back that i wish i could ALWAYS be so in the moment :idea: i mean...NOTHING else mattered but making it back home...nothing.
...and when i did i dramatically burst in through the door, leaned my bike against the wall, ripped off my clothes and rolled all over the living room carpet like a man who just survived a plane crash. AGAIN, grateful to be alive! i looked at my bike and the spokes of the front wheel formed a face that was smiling and laughing. the handlebars where pointing at me teasingly. the damn bike was in on the joke the whole time! that mescaline has a way of getting everyone rallied behind it's practical jokes...
the rest of the evening was spent singing and playing my guitar. channeling tunes from the other side that made all the plants smile. every time i would look at ANY plant...inside the house or outside..it would be smiling at me :d
mescaline is such a friendly, playful spirit. just what i needed after yesterday's twist-up.
tomorrow i'm going to try again to pay my respects to the queen and ask her (with SUPREME humility) to guide me. going puritan-style as well...
pray for me..
LOVE AND GRATITUDE!!
Mescaline is a funny monkey. in the kingdom of entheogens, where it was made crystal clear that SALVIA is the queen, DMT is the holy man, and Kratom is the healer...Mescaline would most likely be the court jester..
it is 4pm and the clouds have finally begun to part. it rained up here the entire day....which was just fine by me. i love the rain....especially when in the midst of a giant forest of redwoods. patches of steam and mist rise up like the trees are communicating via smoke signal with one another. the lush, saturating smell of moss and damp pine needles and bark are as intoxicating in their own right as...say...a dancing plume of spice-smoke...oh the sweet perfume!
i'm clad in my raingear and decide to take a march out into the soggy foliage. the sound of rain in the trees...the wind blowing a brisk 30 degree "sweet-nothing" into my numb ear...i'm waiting for my two caps of mescaline to dissolve in my gut and release cacti-wisdom into my immediate awareness.
...my balls are still not fully back down into my sack from yesterday's excursion, so i decide to do this "puritan-style". no kava, no maoi, just mescaline.
as i said, things have finally decided to dry up a little and after 45 minutes i don't really feel anything so i decide to take advantage of the weather and go for a bike ride along the sea-to-sky highway (voted one of the 5 most beautiful roads in the world!). i'm a competitive(former pro) cyclist and have been racing since i was 11, so for me i'm more at home on a bike than off.
i'm on a $10,000 road bike going almost 50mph down a decent towards the town of Squamish when another cyclist PASSES ME!
..no...wait a minute...there's noone there! what the?...:shock: this continues for the next 3 decents i fly down...me vs. the guy from team mescaline.
now i'm about 30 minutes away from home and the view is spectacular. sun still high in the sky over the pristine chain of islands off to my left that are breathing deeply...wait..what? :?
the minute the larger island sits up and stretches it's giant bear arms as if waking from a deep sleep it all kicks in. hard.
i start laughing so hard i almost crash my bike :d now the urgency of having to make it back home makes me laugh even harder...i'm lost now...how the fuck am i going to ride a bicycle???
lemme tell you something folks, i haven't ridden with such focus in my entire life! yawning constantly battling a bicycle that was OBVIOUSLY built out of some sort of pasta al dente....it dawns on me halfway back that i wish i could ALWAYS be so in the moment :idea: i mean...NOTHING else mattered but making it back home...nothing.
...and when i did i dramatically burst in through the door, leaned my bike against the wall, ripped off my clothes and rolled all over the living room carpet like a man who just survived a plane crash. AGAIN, grateful to be alive! i looked at my bike and the spokes of the front wheel formed a face that was smiling and laughing. the handlebars where pointing at me teasingly. the damn bike was in on the joke the whole time! that mescaline has a way of getting everyone rallied behind it's practical jokes...
the rest of the evening was spent singing and playing my guitar. channeling tunes from the other side that made all the plants smile. every time i would look at ANY plant...inside the house or outside..it would be smiling at me :d
mescaline is such a friendly, playful spirit. just what i needed after yesterday's twist-up.
tomorrow i'm going to try again to pay my respects to the queen and ask her (with SUPREME humility) to guide me. going puritan-style as well...
pray for me..
LOVE AND GRATITUDE!!