Writing an essay about me is hard. I haven't got the gift of brevity. Sometimes I don't feel like a person, just a collection of thoughts bound by a particularly odd primate. That's fine, but it makes self-essaying hard; there's not many stories about xlcor, and very few of my thoughts are so well-developed as to warrant communication, so there isn't much to write in the first place. There's no ennui to this, only humor. I've probably typed five pages, all told, just to get this one paragraph. That makes me laugh.
My interest in hallucinogens started with my pubescent interest in Buddhism. Through my participation in the local temple, I found my way to The Tibetan Book of the Dead. I've been practicing tantra and dream yoga since then. My first experience was with marijuana; it was fun and heady, but I didn't learn nearly as much as I could have. Learning wasn't even on the radar. I was in full party mode. I left the scene for about two years to be with a girl. She found intoxicants distasteful. She left me. It was fun when I started smoking again, but it wasn't satisfying anymore. I could feel that a lot of the experience was being left on the table. This led to a very volatile time in my life where I was self-medicating my stress and anxiety away, instead of dealing with it. I was crazed and horribly socialized; my self-image had never been worse. Then my friend texted me one night and said he found a line on some acid. I took a double dose and it was the most beautiful, freeing experience of my life. The acid helped me realize that I wasn't doing what I wanted to do. I had allowed my life to be defined for me. I had heard all sorts of malarkey about the inevitability of bad trips, the horrors of never-coming-back, the acid casualties- of which my cousin is supposed to have been one. I was hoping the acid would give me some sort of legitimacy in the suicide I longed for. It made me laugh instead. I've had another two acid trips after that. I smoke weed very irregularly. I miss the partying; I can handle it now.
I still consider myself a Buddhist, but I also consider myself a Shaman. I intend to embark on a three-year shamanic initiation. Therefore, for the next three years, I've vowed to only take substances which I know intimately. Only that which I've invested my time, effort, and love into. This is why I am particularly interested in DMT, shrooms, marijuana cultivation, and various other ethnobotanicals. I've already joined a mushrooming community, and they are some lovely people. The Nexus has much of the same energy. I've already learned much from The Nexus. Now I hope to be able to give some knowledge back, and hopefully learn more about the enthoegenic Scene. My only experience thus far has been reading The Entheogen Review.
To you that read this,
I love you.
My interest in hallucinogens started with my pubescent interest in Buddhism. Through my participation in the local temple, I found my way to The Tibetan Book of the Dead. I've been practicing tantra and dream yoga since then. My first experience was with marijuana; it was fun and heady, but I didn't learn nearly as much as I could have. Learning wasn't even on the radar. I was in full party mode. I left the scene for about two years to be with a girl. She found intoxicants distasteful. She left me. It was fun when I started smoking again, but it wasn't satisfying anymore. I could feel that a lot of the experience was being left on the table. This led to a very volatile time in my life where I was self-medicating my stress and anxiety away, instead of dealing with it. I was crazed and horribly socialized; my self-image had never been worse. Then my friend texted me one night and said he found a line on some acid. I took a double dose and it was the most beautiful, freeing experience of my life. The acid helped me realize that I wasn't doing what I wanted to do. I had allowed my life to be defined for me. I had heard all sorts of malarkey about the inevitability of bad trips, the horrors of never-coming-back, the acid casualties- of which my cousin is supposed to have been one. I was hoping the acid would give me some sort of legitimacy in the suicide I longed for. It made me laugh instead. I've had another two acid trips after that. I smoke weed very irregularly. I miss the partying; I can handle it now.
I still consider myself a Buddhist, but I also consider myself a Shaman. I intend to embark on a three-year shamanic initiation. Therefore, for the next three years, I've vowed to only take substances which I know intimately. Only that which I've invested my time, effort, and love into. This is why I am particularly interested in DMT, shrooms, marijuana cultivation, and various other ethnobotanicals. I've already joined a mushrooming community, and they are some lovely people. The Nexus has much of the same energy. I've already learned much from The Nexus. Now I hope to be able to give some knowledge back, and hopefully learn more about the enthoegenic Scene. My only experience thus far has been reading The Entheogen Review.
To you that read this,
I love you.
