joebono
Rising Star
I finally quit. For good. DMT is a seductive and cruel bitch. It gives you imagined clarity and you think you know it all, but that's the trick. I’m a fucking fool. Trying to look for meaning in all that scrambled shit is insane. There is no fucking meaning to any of it. None. You can string together all the metaphors in the stream of conscious that it provides, but don't dare fool yourself that there is something there besides scrambling. God. Yeah, it plays with the most powerful concept that our brain can imagine. We think its touching divinity. It turns your brain into a slot machine and when you take it, you spin the wheels and some random combination of mental debris pulls your number. The strange synchronicities are all a deceitful and clever ploy to emphasize and reinforce the apparent magic of DMT, it all delusion, a faithful imitation of schizophrenia. Fuck that.
Oh, this is another fucking trick I realized that it plays. I can never remember my bad trips, I always forget them no matter how hard I try not to. It is only during the bad trip, a tour of my own personal hell that I remember the agony, torment, and torture. And I scream at myself, “Why can’t you ever remember this!!! You always forget!!!” That’s addiction folks, a selective amnesia where I can only see the euphoria and remember the highs of the rollercoaster and never the lows. No matter how horrifying my trips were, after I came down, I would still wish longingly for the high again. Does this stuff have the potential for real addiction? It’s fucking plutonium and the high is out of this world. For me, it is the most addictive experience I have ever encountered and I am glad to have it out of my life. It’s been a few weeks and I feel a clarity that I haven’t had in two years. And it’s not the phony DMT clarity that this drug likes to slip over the brain and disguise itself as enlightenment.
I guess I started DMT looking for answers to my existential despair and for a good time. In the end, it caused more pain than it was worth and provided no answers, just oddball questions and strange conjectures.
I flushed all my shit and threw away my supply of root bark, caapi extracts, shrooms, and cactus. It’s all gone and I am an all or nothing guy - there is no such thing as occasional use for me. Shit, I don’t drink or do any other drugs so I guess I need a new hobby. Any suggestions? Stay off drug forums?
Oh, this is another fucking trick I realized that it plays. I can never remember my bad trips, I always forget them no matter how hard I try not to. It is only during the bad trip, a tour of my own personal hell that I remember the agony, torment, and torture. And I scream at myself, “Why can’t you ever remember this!!! You always forget!!!” That’s addiction folks, a selective amnesia where I can only see the euphoria and remember the highs of the rollercoaster and never the lows. No matter how horrifying my trips were, after I came down, I would still wish longingly for the high again. Does this stuff have the potential for real addiction? It’s fucking plutonium and the high is out of this world. For me, it is the most addictive experience I have ever encountered and I am glad to have it out of my life. It’s been a few weeks and I feel a clarity that I haven’t had in two years. And it’s not the phony DMT clarity that this drug likes to slip over the brain and disguise itself as enlightenment.
I guess I started DMT looking for answers to my existential despair and for a good time. In the end, it caused more pain than it was worth and provided no answers, just oddball questions and strange conjectures.
I flushed all my shit and threw away my supply of root bark, caapi extracts, shrooms, and cactus. It’s all gone and I am an all or nothing guy - there is no such thing as occasional use for me. Shit, I don’t drink or do any other drugs so I guess I need a new hobby. Any suggestions? Stay off drug forums?