Distilling, distilling, distilling...
Breathing, breathing, breathing...
This whole thread, relative to my posts and the information I've shared, is a big beautiful reflection of my trauma and mental health. Most things I add represent a symptom of something (like depression and/or anxiety, which themselves are symptoms of CPTSD). I see the world in a dangerous way. The inside of my mind is hostile and cognitively violent. That's what I am dealing with and what the space reflects to me in some instances. It's interesting to note that if I am doing very poorly and choose to smoalk, the space usually takes it easy. It's an interesting pattern. While on it's own level, DMT is still a non-descript amplifier, and it amplifies what is already sitting there. So I am tasked with mindfully engaging it.
As a mixed black man, I make sure to revisit black and African history and perspectives. Naturally, a resting righteous, indignant anger and rage become landmarks for my emotional landscape. The myriad of complex variables from centuries and generations long past perpetuate certain frames of minds within many black people. I may have mentioned this before, but there are constellations of these complex variables that lend themselves to what can be termed as a slave mentality... It's fascinating to notice the nature of colonial propaganda that is inherent to the stoking of this mindset. I desire to continue to break the chains and tear these bonds. I am free, I am sovereign, I am in charge, and I dictate for myself. I actually think I have done that last one pretty well in spite of what affects me.
I think I kind of need to take a stance. I think that there may be some "extra kind of space" that is hyperspace that is potentially as distinct from observation as our pragmatic reality may be. I think that this can be viewed as a spectrum of collaboration and co-creation, wherein, the bigger the dose, the more one is subsumed into another space without inputs and outputs from that individual's mind informing the space. It goes back to what I've said about walking through doorways that can be found within one's own mind. I feel that this is one of my most sacramental medicines and is my way of explore what may or may not be transcendence (whatever we want to make that mean). It's my fulfillment, my path, and my enjoyment. In line with breaking the slave mentality, I can be humble and confident, as they are not mutually exclusive.
Alright that's my ramble for the day.
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