Dimitri_Spice
Rising Star
Cathy came home from art class and saw the tools for extracting the spice strewn across her kitchen counter. Deep seeded fears sown over the seventy years of her life suddenly flowered. She immediately began rejecting what she saw before her. This would not do in her house.
i had been relaxing upstairs, letting the scent of incense and the sound of Pink Floyd imbue me with spiritual wholeness while the mixture of lye, water and mimosa hostilis had been left to work its chemical magic upon itself.
When i came downstairs she began lecturing me, saying, “No, this is wrong, you cannot do this. This is not right!”. I knew that having discussion about morality would only place me in a losing war of attrition; i decided to take another approach.
i responded to this tirade by reminding her that just two nights prior she had promised me that i could extract the spice. She tried to renege on that promise, but i did not relent. In exchange for my continued allowance for producing the spice, i had been exiled from the kitchen to the garage. A small concession to make for the glory of the spice!
Two nights ago i thought my grandmother and i had come to an understanding; that the spice was a source of spiritual and revelation for me. After i told her how important it was to me, how religious it was to me (i threw her some rhetoric she could understand, being a Born-Again Christian herself) she told me that she would allow me to perform the extraction on the one condition that DMT be the only drug i used at her house. This i readily agreed to since i leave mid-July. How empty her words were, made even emptier by the fact that she probably believed them at the time.
After i had made two of four naptha extractions the old crow came down from her bedchamber to assault my efforts anew (the Establishment retains deep hooks in her), in spite of her earlier promise to let me perform the extraction in the heat of the garage. Her attempts at derailment were feeble at best. She came at me with the same tactics as before, engaging the church's tried-and-true guilt approach.
This time she told me that i could not do anything i wanted in other people's houses, that i had to respect other people. Never mind the fact that i had come to her beforehand and asked her permission. That time she told me that her home was my home came with the stipulation that it only applied when it was convenient for her, i guess.
Moving on to her next tack, she claimed that what i was doing was unethical. She told me that she didn't care if i was having a religious experience, because i was “putting (her) through hell”. Unfortunately for her, i do not believe in her Judeo-Christian god, rendering her attacks inadequate against the armor of my agnostic spiritualism. She had promised me this extraction, and i would not allow her to go back on our pact.
In a last desperate attack upon my position, she made the outrageous claim that i was high on something right then and there (she claimed that my eyes were dilated). As if i would taint the spirit of the spice by performing the extraction ritual in an inebriated state! This only underlined the her naivety
of the reverence which the spice commands. The simple fact that i was completely sober left her wide open for counter-attack.
i ended her assault by seizing on her previous claim, exclaiming that i had promised that DMT would be the only psychedelic that i would use while living under her roof. This at once affirmed the value of my word and by extension forced her to uphold the value of hers.
Having defeated her position, i struck the killing blow with a disarming and seemingly sincere hug. Once more bested, the closed-minded crone retreated to the lair from whence she came. No more to bother me this evening.
Prologue:
Thus, the would-be destroyer of the spice was vanquished. Small though the victory may be, the ground of liberty is to be gained by inches, and we must be content to secure what we can from time to time, and eternally press forward for what there is yet to get.
The spice is now freezing, its final extraction yet some days away. i pray for its safe journey into this world. This is my first extraction and my first post in these forums. Thank you for reading this humble passage and may you all find the peace and knowledge of the spice.
Namaste
i had been relaxing upstairs, letting the scent of incense and the sound of Pink Floyd imbue me with spiritual wholeness while the mixture of lye, water and mimosa hostilis had been left to work its chemical magic upon itself.
When i came downstairs she began lecturing me, saying, “No, this is wrong, you cannot do this. This is not right!”. I knew that having discussion about morality would only place me in a losing war of attrition; i decided to take another approach.
i responded to this tirade by reminding her that just two nights prior she had promised me that i could extract the spice. She tried to renege on that promise, but i did not relent. In exchange for my continued allowance for producing the spice, i had been exiled from the kitchen to the garage. A small concession to make for the glory of the spice!
Two nights ago i thought my grandmother and i had come to an understanding; that the spice was a source of spiritual and revelation for me. After i told her how important it was to me, how religious it was to me (i threw her some rhetoric she could understand, being a Born-Again Christian herself) she told me that she would allow me to perform the extraction on the one condition that DMT be the only drug i used at her house. This i readily agreed to since i leave mid-July. How empty her words were, made even emptier by the fact that she probably believed them at the time.
After i had made two of four naptha extractions the old crow came down from her bedchamber to assault my efforts anew (the Establishment retains deep hooks in her), in spite of her earlier promise to let me perform the extraction in the heat of the garage. Her attempts at derailment were feeble at best. She came at me with the same tactics as before, engaging the church's tried-and-true guilt approach.
This time she told me that i could not do anything i wanted in other people's houses, that i had to respect other people. Never mind the fact that i had come to her beforehand and asked her permission. That time she told me that her home was my home came with the stipulation that it only applied when it was convenient for her, i guess.
Moving on to her next tack, she claimed that what i was doing was unethical. She told me that she didn't care if i was having a religious experience, because i was “putting (her) through hell”. Unfortunately for her, i do not believe in her Judeo-Christian god, rendering her attacks inadequate against the armor of my agnostic spiritualism. She had promised me this extraction, and i would not allow her to go back on our pact.
In a last desperate attack upon my position, she made the outrageous claim that i was high on something right then and there (she claimed that my eyes were dilated). As if i would taint the spirit of the spice by performing the extraction ritual in an inebriated state! This only underlined the her naivety
of the reverence which the spice commands. The simple fact that i was completely sober left her wide open for counter-attack.
i ended her assault by seizing on her previous claim, exclaiming that i had promised that DMT would be the only psychedelic that i would use while living under her roof. This at once affirmed the value of my word and by extension forced her to uphold the value of hers.
Having defeated her position, i struck the killing blow with a disarming and seemingly sincere hug. Once more bested, the closed-minded crone retreated to the lair from whence she came. No more to bother me this evening.
Prologue:
Thus, the would-be destroyer of the spice was vanquished. Small though the victory may be, the ground of liberty is to be gained by inches, and we must be content to secure what we can from time to time, and eternally press forward for what there is yet to get.
The spice is now freezing, its final extraction yet some days away. i pray for its safe journey into this world. This is my first extraction and my first post in these forums. Thank you for reading this humble passage and may you all find the peace and knowledge of the spice.
Namaste
