universecannon said:
I've noticed that as the time between a really deep experience increases, the more ones ideas about what is actually going on there tend to get more hum-drum and more mundane. I include myself in this of course. You really don't feel the implications of it anywhere near as strong as you do when your fresh out of a wormhole and still steaming.
"Sometimes the memories come back to people when they get back in that expanded state again... and they slap their foreheads and say "My god... how could I have ever forgotten this!?"
This has happened to me countless times ^__^
I find that memory in general often improves dramatically while tripping.
Well put! I agree...I know it seems to be the case, more often than not, with myself.
Hypothetically speaking..IF some massive, groundbreaking discovery were made tomorrow & suddenly there was a mountain of indisputable evidence that psychedelics were physically addictive; In comparison to the way other substances effect our minds/bodies/lives/families, etc., I'd be the first one to stand & shout my name & declare proudly that "I'm addicted to psychedelics!"
Again...big 'IF' that were to be the case...
I'm 'addicted' to something that aided me in saving my own life. Psychedelics broke me from years of being stuck in a vicious cycle of kicking & relapsing, more times than I'll admit, with Heroin addiction, Suboxone addiction, Lithium addiction, Antidepressant addiction, Benzo. addiction, Cocaine addiction, Alcohol, etc.
All substances listed above made me so worthless, unfit to be around, a tinderbox full of anger, unpredictable, or threw me into a state of catatonia. I was a walking, dying shell of a Human. No one wanted to be around me. I didn't even want to be around myself. Depression was killing me. The plethora of pharmaceuticals I was prescribed were sucking me dry. The hard street drugs were killing me. The really sick part about all of that is: Breaking free from all of the above nearly killed me, as well. The physical withdrawals were something I wouldn't wish upon my worst enemy.
It was only through using psychedelics as a tool (not just as recreational fun) that I was ever able to successfully break ANY of those addictions. I should also point out that they aren't always love & rainbows either. I've had experiences that left me inconsolable. Experiences that put fear like one couldn't imagine within me. As time has gone on, I know so much more about who I am, what I want, how to treat others, & how to be a better person in general. I worked myself to aid them in 'working' me...If that makes any sense.
I suppose what I'm getting at is; If someone told me tomorrow they possessed concrete fact that I was somehow physically addicted to psychedelics, I'd shrug my shoulders & say "So be it." I'll take psychedelics & what they offer me, over ANY other addiction. I've been through some of the toughest...To come out on the other side feels like being reborn, reset, & rebooted. They offered me a second chance. However, That's just my experience. I don't condone or suggest that anyone do what I do...Everyone is different. What works for me may not work for anyone else.
I do know that I'm not going to be violently ill in less than 24hrs if I don't consume a psychedelic. I'm not going to go into convulsions or die from a seizure from missing a dose of a psychedelic. I'm not going to crave injecting a psychedelic into my blood stream. I won't ponder to steal, sell my soul & everything I own to get that 'next fix' of a psychedelic. To me, that's a good thing. Addictive or not. Though, I'm on the "they aren't physically addictive" side of the fence.. :d