I neglected to write an introductory essay and went right to posting (see Three Tries). This is intended to correct that oversight.
I first heard about DMT about thirty-five years ago. At that time I was more interested in other hallucinogens, and while curious, I regarded it as just that: a curiosity. There was none available that I knew of and I just chalked it up to being an exotic item I had little likelihood of ever encountering.
After completing as much formal education as I wished, I set about traveling, usually winding up in the same places as The Grateful Dead (who are The Grateful Dead and why do they keep following me?). Over the years I experienced a great many trips produced by a wide variety of substances, and I always indulged my curiosity not just by indulging in substance use (and some abuse) but also by reading everthing I could find about them, learning all I possibly could. Loompanics Unlimited was a favorite publisher, but I would also read whatever scholarly works and studies I was able to locate. (Slim pickens, considering how such research was suppressed.) I learned a lot, but never enough. There were always more questions, and more experiences. Curiosity has been a driving force in my life for as long as I can remember. Literally, my earliest memories always seem to concern "why...", "how...", or "what if..." and my (mis)adventures trying to satisfy a childish but overwhelming desire to KNOW.
So now, in middle age, and blessed with the internet, I wind up here, where I suddenly find so many kindred adventurers, seekers of knowledge and/or wisdom, psychonauts (and possibly psychos, too -- who knows), hippies, stoners, trippers, etc. Feels almost like coming home in a way, except that home has never been quite so satisfying to my curiosity.
No knowledge is dangerous. The danger lies in how that knowledge is used. From what I see, the only trouble I find here is information overload. Kinda like turning a kid loose in a candy store, except instead of a stomach ache, I wind up with eye fatigue and frustration from not being to learn it all all at once.
Like I said at the beginning of this, good thing I'm not a cat.
I first heard about DMT about thirty-five years ago. At that time I was more interested in other hallucinogens, and while curious, I regarded it as just that: a curiosity. There was none available that I knew of and I just chalked it up to being an exotic item I had little likelihood of ever encountering.
After completing as much formal education as I wished, I set about traveling, usually winding up in the same places as The Grateful Dead (who are The Grateful Dead and why do they keep following me?). Over the years I experienced a great many trips produced by a wide variety of substances, and I always indulged my curiosity not just by indulging in substance use (and some abuse) but also by reading everthing I could find about them, learning all I possibly could. Loompanics Unlimited was a favorite publisher, but I would also read whatever scholarly works and studies I was able to locate. (Slim pickens, considering how such research was suppressed.) I learned a lot, but never enough. There were always more questions, and more experiences. Curiosity has been a driving force in my life for as long as I can remember. Literally, my earliest memories always seem to concern "why...", "how...", or "what if..." and my (mis)adventures trying to satisfy a childish but overwhelming desire to KNOW.
So now, in middle age, and blessed with the internet, I wind up here, where I suddenly find so many kindred adventurers, seekers of knowledge and/or wisdom, psychonauts (and possibly psychos, too -- who knows), hippies, stoners, trippers, etc. Feels almost like coming home in a way, except that home has never been quite so satisfying to my curiosity.
No knowledge is dangerous. The danger lies in how that knowledge is used. From what I see, the only trouble I find here is information overload. Kinda like turning a kid loose in a candy store, except instead of a stomach ache, I wind up with eye fatigue and frustration from not being to learn it all all at once.
Like I said at the beginning of this, good thing I'm not a cat.
