joebono
Rising Star
This shit is wild. I have a feeling it is turning us all into a bunch of nutjobs. Take a look at this forum from a straight persons point of view. Holy shit. We should all be committed. If I would have read this forum a few years ago and was told that I'd be posting some of the crazy shit that I've posted, I wouldn't believe it. Do I like who I've become? Man, I don't know. It's straight society that is blind and ignorant, right? If only they tried it, they'd see. Maybe they would see something else and their conclusions would be different than ours. And then we could ridicule their arguments and blame it on their western culture and say they just don't want to admit what is right before their eyes.
My dreams are intense every night, when I close my eyes I see blasts of color dancing around. I sometimes trip in my sleep. Is that good? I don't know. My brain has undergone a transformation. Have I been enlightened or deluded? Should I celebrate or mourn?
Sometimes I feel that psychedelics can push us too far out and how do we know if we have become casualties of it? I took some time off and went back and I just don't what to make of it in my life. The bliss and euphoria and supposed wisdom all has to come at a price, right? What is the price? $80 a kilo of MHRB? What is it stealing from me without my knowledge? Or is it all a bed of roses?
Am I just seeking something elusive and the further I go into it, the deeper it pulls me and the more hints it drops the more invested I become into the story that will never make any sense? Have I become a twisted individual with a mind that is hunting for answers to questions that are unanswerable? I believe that I am learning how to get deeper into the trip, and I can navigate far into its magical depths, but is that all part of the trick, part of the illusion? Or am I like a hard-working schoolboy who is being rewarded for his diligence? Oh, the fucking irony.
What was life like before psychedelics? I don't know. Maybe I was more content in a discontented way.
At what point do I admit that my urge to trip has become an addiction? Can I be addicted if I only trip once a week? There are just too many questions and I am nowhere near any of the answers, in fact I am so far away from any conclusions that I may as well be lost at sea, drowning. Fuck.
My dreams are intense every night, when I close my eyes I see blasts of color dancing around. I sometimes trip in my sleep. Is that good? I don't know. My brain has undergone a transformation. Have I been enlightened or deluded? Should I celebrate or mourn?
Sometimes I feel that psychedelics can push us too far out and how do we know if we have become casualties of it? I took some time off and went back and I just don't what to make of it in my life. The bliss and euphoria and supposed wisdom all has to come at a price, right? What is the price? $80 a kilo of MHRB? What is it stealing from me without my knowledge? Or is it all a bed of roses?
Am I just seeking something elusive and the further I go into it, the deeper it pulls me and the more hints it drops the more invested I become into the story that will never make any sense? Have I become a twisted individual with a mind that is hunting for answers to questions that are unanswerable? I believe that I am learning how to get deeper into the trip, and I can navigate far into its magical depths, but is that all part of the trick, part of the illusion? Or am I like a hard-working schoolboy who is being rewarded for his diligence? Oh, the fucking irony.
What was life like before psychedelics? I don't know. Maybe I was more content in a discontented way.
At what point do I admit that my urge to trip has become an addiction? Can I be addicted if I only trip once a week? There are just too many questions and I am nowhere near any of the answers, in fact I am so far away from any conclusions that I may as well be lost at sea, drowning. Fuck.