In order to move closer to self, to realize, I have been carrying around and filling in a small black journal. It's a one-stop shop to help me regularly revisit myself. It's something to aid in self-esteem and confidence, as well as learning to love myself.
Here are a couple entries:
"If it is to be it is up to me, be my own dominant other. Do your DMT. Do your harmalas. Do your changa. At your leisure, at your whim. Find your visual dose. Be brave enough to find what's right for you, find your breakthrough dose. You have an advanced practice and elite skill, you just need to see and realize it. 10mg is easy. You can always handle 15mg. Now prove it. Receive the medicine as it receives me, cutting these binds that inhibit me. And as I explore in this way, allow it to be easy. There's no need to acknowledge only the potential hard. A lot of them have been easy. And remember, you're an intense enigmatic person, you're psychedelic, and these traits lend themselves to my intense and deep and powerful practice."
"
I've spent a large portion of my life preparing, getting myself ready for the attempt, being equipped for what's next... as such, I make no progress.
In considering the reflections I receive, I have been ready and equipped for some time."
Another reflection: One goal of my life has been not to be like my father, but in considering the last quoted note above, I have become like him by way of my current aversion to risk. This conclusion is drawn from reflecting on his psychedelic career; one time with mushrooms that didn't go so well, leaving him at "enlightenment is not for me." I wonder how much of my own issues in getting in the space are related to such a position he has, not just the trauma he caused.
And since I have anxiety sharing, likely because he required me to practice not talking, I shared this with you to spite him.
One love