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Rising Star
Hey guys, it’s been a while since I’ve posted. If you don’t know me, check out my last post where I condemned the DMT experience as bullshit.
Anyway, I have successfully overcome my obsession/addiction with psychedelic drugs. I stopped tripping, I don’t think about DMT often, I don’t visit these sites much, and I no longer believe in the mystical, transformative, or even self-reflective power of DMT. For two years I was using pharmahuasca weekly and every Saturday I’d dive deep into hyperspace for hours doing what all psychonauts do – searching for meaning, euphoria, fulfillment, spirituality, and a connection. Did I find all of them? I really don’t know what I found because there are few words to describe the experience. However, I did eventually realize that the path I was on was a dead end. There was nothing meaningful for me in it, just a desire to keep tripping, to keep going into stranger and stranger headspaces, and hoping to get some good laughs or become God or glimpse eternity. There was no growth, no understanding, just a compulsion to pull that cosmic slot machine and scramble some brain material. I figured out why I couldn’t integrate - “Integration” means to make sense of, find meaning in, and incorporate the flotsam and jetsam of the tripping experience into sober life. To me, it means the same thing as waking up from a dream and desperately scrutinizing every detail of it in order to look for something symbolic of a deeper reality. I don’t scrutinize my dreams and roll my eyes when others do.
When the epiphany hit me that the psychedelic experience was as significant as being drunk or stoned, it lost its magic and I was released from its grip. I can sit on my couch on Saturday and listen to music and have deep insights into my life all without tripping. That was a shocker to me. I can have a fucking awesome Saturday without tripping. I forgot that was possible As I distanced myself from the psychedelic mindset, I began to see the drug differently. It seems to target a part of the brain that deals with “profoundness” and “importance” and it amplifies those two feelings. Thinking about the experience with a skeptical and rational mind alters its significance drastically. Try smoking it with your bullshit detector on.
Anyway, my experience may not resonate with many of you, but those of you who feel addicted to the drug, it can be psychologically addictive. I couldn’t stop thinking about it for two years and damn it feels great to be free. I don’t believe that I have given up psychedelics for life, but I will treat them as I treat getting drunk or stoned – rarely, less than a few times a year, and just for kicks. No more searching for meaning, there is none in that fucking whacked out headspace for me. At least now I can focus on other bullshit. Damn, I have a major cactus forest in my yard – San Pedros, Peruvian Torch, Bridgesii – literally hundreds of feet of cacti in the ground and growing. Maybe someday I’ll eat one, but for now I just see them as amazingly beautiful plants and get more enjoyment watching them grow than actually tripping on them. Thanks guys.
Anyway, I have successfully overcome my obsession/addiction with psychedelic drugs. I stopped tripping, I don’t think about DMT often, I don’t visit these sites much, and I no longer believe in the mystical, transformative, or even self-reflective power of DMT. For two years I was using pharmahuasca weekly and every Saturday I’d dive deep into hyperspace for hours doing what all psychonauts do – searching for meaning, euphoria, fulfillment, spirituality, and a connection. Did I find all of them? I really don’t know what I found because there are few words to describe the experience. However, I did eventually realize that the path I was on was a dead end. There was nothing meaningful for me in it, just a desire to keep tripping, to keep going into stranger and stranger headspaces, and hoping to get some good laughs or become God or glimpse eternity. There was no growth, no understanding, just a compulsion to pull that cosmic slot machine and scramble some brain material. I figured out why I couldn’t integrate - “Integration” means to make sense of, find meaning in, and incorporate the flotsam and jetsam of the tripping experience into sober life. To me, it means the same thing as waking up from a dream and desperately scrutinizing every detail of it in order to look for something symbolic of a deeper reality. I don’t scrutinize my dreams and roll my eyes when others do.
When the epiphany hit me that the psychedelic experience was as significant as being drunk or stoned, it lost its magic and I was released from its grip. I can sit on my couch on Saturday and listen to music and have deep insights into my life all without tripping. That was a shocker to me. I can have a fucking awesome Saturday without tripping. I forgot that was possible As I distanced myself from the psychedelic mindset, I began to see the drug differently. It seems to target a part of the brain that deals with “profoundness” and “importance” and it amplifies those two feelings. Thinking about the experience with a skeptical and rational mind alters its significance drastically. Try smoking it with your bullshit detector on.
Anyway, my experience may not resonate with many of you, but those of you who feel addicted to the drug, it can be psychologically addictive. I couldn’t stop thinking about it for two years and damn it feels great to be free. I don’t believe that I have given up psychedelics for life, but I will treat them as I treat getting drunk or stoned – rarely, less than a few times a year, and just for kicks. No more searching for meaning, there is none in that fucking whacked out headspace for me. At least now I can focus on other bullshit. Damn, I have a major cactus forest in my yard – San Pedros, Peruvian Torch, Bridgesii – literally hundreds of feet of cacti in the ground and growing. Maybe someday I’ll eat one, but for now I just see them as amazingly beautiful plants and get more enjoyment watching them grow than actually tripping on them. Thanks guys.
