There is a lesson you can easily forget. Its the hardest lesson. If you acknowledge, that you have become someone who dwells in pain. „Let him be, he opted for pain!“ they told me and it is true. I've become someone with a thick maskk of pain, covering my whole body, weaving around my soul like rotten mycelium. So strong, i surpress this basic truth: To have failed in my pursuit of happiness, to be encrusted with this black fungi of fear and anxiety, working in the background with infinite, self-feeding loops. Making me unable to breakthrough to this realm of inner peace and focus. You can't work from within, if there is no real you. The real you needs to be in touch with reality. But if you cover yourselver with a patina of negative emotion, you're blocking the love. Do i think that this is self-punishment? Perhaps in the beginning. But now its more like a parasite feeding off me. The spice told me again to remember. I has been a continuation of my last experience where i was set on fire. But now I remember the lesson: You can decide wether you want negative emotions in your life or not. How? I don't know yet. I might...now, i will need assistance from the medicine. But it needs to be strong. That's what i know. Emotions from the outside world don't affect me. Everything is in focus so i can see the problem. No euphoria, just this tired feeling of beeing helpless. A fight ego against healing power.
So I lie naked in my bed, and try to figure things out. But in the end i just need to break free from this machinery of negative emotion. Is this the healing power of the vine? I know of no healing ...but i know that ackknowledgement of the problem means shaving away the first layer of misery. It means allowing the medicine to penetrate deeper layers of consciousness. I'm so far away from that thing called breakthrough. The same thing which holds me back in „real life“ is holding me back in the psychedelic state. It's not about „letting go“ or „focusing“ but about acknowledging. This thing runs deeper than hyperreality. Deeper than fantastic voyages. It's a matter of life or death ...of decision making and indeciveness. Do I want to be happy or not?
„Let him be, he wants to be in pain!“ they said as my body was filled with burning hot. I switched on the light, the bright psychedelic sun crumbling my gnome body and I though: „This is it...acknowledgement of the problem in my psychedelic life. In life...feeling it! This is now. Yet another start....
So I lie naked in my bed, and try to figure things out. But in the end i just need to break free from this machinery of negative emotion. Is this the healing power of the vine? I know of no healing ...but i know that ackknowledgement of the problem means shaving away the first layer of misery. It means allowing the medicine to penetrate deeper layers of consciousness. I'm so far away from that thing called breakthrough. The same thing which holds me back in „real life“ is holding me back in the psychedelic state. It's not about „letting go“ or „focusing“ but about acknowledging. This thing runs deeper than hyperreality. Deeper than fantastic voyages. It's a matter of life or death ...of decision making and indeciveness. Do I want to be happy or not?
„Let him be, he wants to be in pain!“ they said as my body was filled with burning hot. I switched on the light, the bright psychedelic sun crumbling my gnome body and I though: „This is it...acknowledgement of the problem in my psychedelic life. In life...feeling it! This is now. Yet another start....