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Rising Star
Greetings friends,
I've lurked here on and off for a while but it's time to break the ice.
What to say? I'm just a guy trying to move through his time on this planet with humility and grace and to have some small positive impact on the people and systems around me.
At 41 I'm in a kind of personal renaissance, sticking my head and heart back out into the wider world after ten+ years of pretty steady focus on job, family life and child-raising, and graduate school. Now the kid's a teenager, the job seems less important, and I'm re-awakening to the fact that the world has been out there waiting for me!
It was my second year at Burning Man (and first at NW String Summit! Any bluegrass lovers?). I'm happily falling into a circle of new mid-40s friends who speak fluent Sasha Shulgin, and like to dance to jam band bluegrass (anyone else holding Greensky tickets?).
I'm watching the Puget Sound rains fall outside my window and gearing up for the annual fall ritual of wandering in the neighborhood woodchips.
I'm a fairly experienced psychonaut after three decades of occasional ventures into the realms opened by LSD, mushroom, and MDMA, but I treat those experiences with extreme respect and only venture there a few times a year, in the proper set and setting. I'm a fan of opening myself to +1 and still functioning in the world, and always a little terrified before I head for +3 territory a couple of times a year. Ok, "terrified" is an overstatement but those experiences, while deeply valuable, are not always fun and games. The older I get, the more pot doesn't really do it for me and has a creepy paranoid edge. I know my own mind better than ever, and it makes me more selective about the molecules I choose, the dosage, and the setting.
I am absolutely certain that there is a DMT experience in my future, I can feel it out there on the horizon, but it has not yet crossed my path. Maybe this post takes me a little farther in the right direction. I could find a solo path to it in my kitchen, and I also know, for some reason, that I should just be a little more patient and it will find me in a more communal and friendly way.
I've lurked here on and off for a while but it's time to break the ice.
What to say? I'm just a guy trying to move through his time on this planet with humility and grace and to have some small positive impact on the people and systems around me.
At 41 I'm in a kind of personal renaissance, sticking my head and heart back out into the wider world after ten+ years of pretty steady focus on job, family life and child-raising, and graduate school. Now the kid's a teenager, the job seems less important, and I'm re-awakening to the fact that the world has been out there waiting for me!
It was my second year at Burning Man (and first at NW String Summit! Any bluegrass lovers?). I'm happily falling into a circle of new mid-40s friends who speak fluent Sasha Shulgin, and like to dance to jam band bluegrass (anyone else holding Greensky tickets?).
I'm watching the Puget Sound rains fall outside my window and gearing up for the annual fall ritual of wandering in the neighborhood woodchips.
I'm a fairly experienced psychonaut after three decades of occasional ventures into the realms opened by LSD, mushroom, and MDMA, but I treat those experiences with extreme respect and only venture there a few times a year, in the proper set and setting. I'm a fan of opening myself to +1 and still functioning in the world, and always a little terrified before I head for +3 territory a couple of times a year. Ok, "terrified" is an overstatement but those experiences, while deeply valuable, are not always fun and games. The older I get, the more pot doesn't really do it for me and has a creepy paranoid edge. I know my own mind better than ever, and it makes me more selective about the molecules I choose, the dosage, and the setting.
I am absolutely certain that there is a DMT experience in my future, I can feel it out there on the horizon, but it has not yet crossed my path. Maybe this post takes me a little farther in the right direction. I could find a solo path to it in my kitchen, and I also know, for some reason, that I should just be a little more patient and it will find me in a more communal and friendly way.
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