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Solve This !!!

MaryMagnum — Sun, 26 Jun 2005 00:15:12 GMT

This tribe is dead and I'm about to dump it. Psychelicly solve that !

- Mary

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What Solutions do Psychedelics offer??

nate — Mon, 12 May 2008 17:59:54 GMT

Actually, I just wanted to share my beliefs on the subject. I stress that this is purely my perspective, and that even with my understanding, experience, and knowledge of psychedlics, as with anything else, you decide what is true for you. If my belief helps clearify your own idea of what tripping is and why you do it, then by all means believe what you want. For this is all true to me, but that is within my life and experience. It would be unfair for me to suggest that you believe what I believe, for as I said, my life dictates what is true for me, as could yours for you.

From when I was 16 until this last year I had used LSD and mushrooms many many times for many different reasons. At first it was exploration, I felt like the world was new, and when I took LSD all that was became new again. It felt as if I was a child again, and I knew in my heart that the amazement and wonder you experience during a trip was something that was already inside of me, waiting to be free.

I came to many realizations during this period, but it was not until my motivations for taking trips had turned into escape that I was able to comprehend the real purpose and use for these drugs. It wasn't until I became self destructive that I discovered the healing properties of LSD. I had not had a simple happy childhood, and I sought any drugs as a mean of release and escape from all that was. Of course I found it.

I had one of those cataclysmic trips inwhich I found myself trying to commit suicide with my own bare hands, Life took on the appearance of a movie, inwhich the world was mocking me. I ended up in jail, so beaten up by my own hands I could barely breathe, from an outward appearance it was the worst thing ever. Lucky for me the nature of LSD is in bringing the unconscious forward, and it was because of this that I did not believe my trip was "bad".

That is the first aspect of the solution that psychedlics offer, insight into the polarities we experience in life. Good and bad took on a new meaning when I came down a few days later, sitting in a jail cell a hundred miles from home. Thinking of it now that was really the start of my discovery as to what is true and real for me. Of course we can assume it started before I was born, knowing how things are so connected and interdependant on everything else. But from the perspective of what experience triggered a line of thinking in my life, this would of been it.

Let me get to the core of the solutions before I go any further into my experience and all the other little bits of what makes this all true for me. I know there has been a great deal of research, and if you looked around good enough you could come up with a pretty good idea as to what the benefits and disadvantages are of tripping. Until recently I thought everything I had read and experience gave me a rock hard perception as to what psychedelics meant to me, but there was a flaw.

The flaw was that what I knew of psychedelics was only partly from experience. Most of what I believed was true was just a collaboration of other information I had gathered. Each person has a different understanding of what trips might do, and for those who have never tried any all they know is the information they can read. But what truth does that hold?

When I finally came to a point that I lost my own ability to grasp "reality" I was rocketed into a new world of understanding. That is the key solution that I see in psychedelics. They make available that which is shielded by the mind. That is not to say they are nessecery to reach this point, just that with enough of certain type of hallucinagen it is unavoidable. With society, or american culture atleast, it is so difficult to get beyond what is told to us. All of that information, other peoples experiences, beliefs, ideas... we get no option as to what we choose to believe. Very few can defy it entirely, and with good reason of course.

ugh, I'll have to finish this later..

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new trip

nate — Mon, 05 May 2008 14:15:10 GMT

I just wanted to make sure anyone who wanted to know knew..

I recently met a musician who calls himself junkyard mcgraw. together we have started a music event to cultivate creativity, it is turning into much more very fast.

There is so much to say and words cannot describe what I am experiencing by being part of all this. Feel free to join us if you are near martha's vineyard, ma, otherwise we'll catch you when our ripples cross paths.

check it out
myspace.com/junkyardmcgraw
myspace.com/theopenjamshow

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Psilocybin Voice Reaches Out with Warning and a Hand

bearsky — Sun, 11 Nov 2007 16:21:02 GMT

This was as strange to me as it will no doubt sound to you. I will be as brief as I can. After a series of high dose psilocybin experiences, I began to hear voices in the form of clearly alien thoughts, not actual auditory hallucinations. I experienced this phenomenon for a period of about a month during which I ingested no entheogens. There was nothing negative about these voices and I thought of them as being clearly alien and believed them to be some aspect of psilocybin - I did and still do believe that psilocybin expresses an innate intelligence and that this was the voice of this psilocybin intelligence, not any subconscious aspect of my self. The voice seemed to relate information beneficial to me rather than global. Near the end of this one month period, keeping in mind that at the time I had no idea if this voice phenomenon would be permanent, I was wondering idly what exactly the voice was and "it" said: “I am a New Creature, I am here to save the biosphere.” This really startled me and not for the most obvious reason. I had no idea what this meant but this declaration represented a very different aspect of the voice phenomenon and it really shook me up. I was beginning a book about my own experiences with psilocybin which was very personal and centered upon my own feelings and personal experiences with this substance. I was having a hard time getting a handle on my experience in terms of translating it into language in a meaningful, linear manner that would not sound insane, as perhaps you can imagine. I guess I sensed that this declaration of a New Creature represented a possible departure from what I had come to perceive as my own "simple" story of my experiences. My thought at the time was that I didn't need this kind of complication. I had made a commitment to write about everything having to do with the mushrooms experience including the voice phenomenon and took this commitment very seriously and I very much sensed and feared that the voice might "take me off on a tangent". But I could not ignore any aspect of my experiences because I had already made what I consider to be a sacred commitment to the psilocybin induced entity. I understand how strange this may sound perhaps to someone who has not felt the love that I felt – another thing that I was “told” is that “love is the only power you possess” and maybe because it was said inside my head it really stuck and I think of this every day, of how true and real it is. A few days later and one day before this voice phenomenon stopped, I was writing and felt a strange tingling in my feet which became suddenly very powerful, feeling like a surge of electricity coming up from the ground. This powerful surge slowly rose up through my legs and as it did the voice in my head screamed: WARNING, WARNING. This was unprecedented and I cannot began to put into words the fear I felt at this moment. In part, so far as I could think as my body was obviously in the throes of a full blown autonomic flight or fight response, I thought, "my God I really am insane!" When the surge of energy a second later reached the level of my chest, I lost all control of my body and sort of poured out of my chair onto the ground. I had no doubt that I was dying at the time, evidently of a heart attack. When the energy hit my chest the voice stopped the WARNING, WARNING which I can only describe as blaring inside my head like a boat horn and in "its' normal, inner tone the voice formed by far the longest, most complex sentence which it had ever formed in my head: “If you connect the mind of man to the mind of machine before connecting the mind of man to the mind of plant, the biosphere is doomed.” Crumpled on the floor, my thought was that I was dying and that this message would never get out - this message seemed that important to me, even though I did not really understand what it meant. My experience with this psilocybin intelligence is that it is very literal, never metaphorical or allegorical. It was also always very succinct in its use of language (unlike my own) as if it has a very hard time forming language even as a thought inside my head. After much reflection, I still do not fully understand what it means to connect our mind to the mind of a plant, unless this refers to the consumption of plant hallucinogens like psilocybin, but connecting our mind to the mind of machine clearly refers to a cybernetic union of our consciousness with a computer intelligence. After reading around since this reflects no interest or expertise of my own, I fear we are closer to this cybernetic merging than I would have ever imagined. As I said, the voice was always literal and I think it means the potential destruction of the biosphere - all DNA gone from the planet, far worse than any extinction event of the past. I understand all too well that scientist will probably not give a second thought to this but I literally feel compelled to try. It is clear to me that this message, and the voice which delivered it inside my head, are an expression of the Gaia Mind of our planet. Somehow psilocybin connected me to this incredible over-mind and before this dire warning my experiences were always positive beyond articulation including literally healing feelings of love which I could only conceive of as being expression of this Gaia, global entity. Gaia is all DNA on the planet so this warning is from Her and I believe is a direct reaching out in alarm to us. This made me aware of the significance of our human consciousness. Always before I had perceived our humanity as only a negative thing, almost an evil. My experiences and then this warning has changed that deeply felt belief completely. Our consciousness is a unique and powerful force which I believe is a jewel of animal evolution – I see the Gaia mind as being the same as what I recognized at first in my experiences as the Plant Mind. So I now very much perceive this warning as a reaching out from the Gaia mind – the Plant Mind – to us, our human mind being premier representative of a planetary Animal Mind. The Gaia mind appears to be vast in its consciousness as compared to ours – certainly the Plant mind is far older than our animal mind. What She is saying is that it is time to unite – all literally is one: at the most practical, physical level all DNA on this planet is exactly the same. It is we humans who through our amazing consciousness have chosen to separate ourselves from the rest of life on this planet. There are more ways to reconnect than through consumption of plant hallucinogens, and these methods have been well know for thousands of years, but we as a whole consistently refuse to reconnect to all, seeming to prefer our separation. In a way we humans are like an idiot savant with a spectacular intelligence but also with primitive social skills. This is just another way of saying what so many of us have realized, that our intelligence is dangerously overreaching our wisdom. I do not know exactly why, but I suspect that connecting our mind to the mind of plant involves some type of technology not simply ingestion of plant hallucinogens, and I say this because of the fact that this voice had always spoken literally and wisely in the past so that in this instance I again would have to interpret what was “said” in the most literal sense. The problem is that I do no understand exactly what merging our consciousness with the Plant Consciousness actually involves at a practical level. By practical I envision some type of technology which allows us to connect to the Plant Mind in almost exactly the way we will physically connect to a computer intelligence. What the warning was saying is that if we connect in this manner first to the Plant Mind, we will thereby create a New Consciousness – “New Creature?” – which will be a force born of Gaia rather than what I can only call a Bastard force – consciousness – born of our own consciousness enhanced through our own machine created intelligence. It may sound insane for me to use the word practical but I have all along in my personal experiences with this psilocybin voice – or entity – tried to ground insofar as I could in science and then to manifest it in my own life in as practical a manner as possible. It has only helped me personally and healed me. This warning came the day before this “voice” left me and the message explains a lot of other information which I had been receiving for the one month period during which the voice cohabited my mind. This may sound strange, but I think that the Plant Mind – Gaia – needs our hands, our technology. If we go on to create this new Consciousness from the cybernetic merging or our own consciousness with a computer intelligence, this new consciousness, untutored by the Giaian wisdom of the planet, will then go on to destroy the entire biosphere. Really, is that so hard to believe given how tenuous our position on the planet is even now? Gaia is reaching out Her hand to us and I pray that we will take it.

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5 grams dried Creepers

bearsky — Sat, 15 Dec 2007 20:15:18 GMT

Breakthrough Experience
02/25/07
Snow had been falling outside the large bedroom windows all morning. It was about 10am and I sat in bed alone enjoying the snow and eating five grams of dried psilocybin mushrooms that I had grown myself. I chewed them slowly and thoroughly and it took a while to get the whole five grams down. They were nutty tasting, not really too bad. I felt positive. It was the perfect day for my first high dose experiment. Good set, good setting. I felt very open. This was the from a third flush of fruiting of a strain called Creepers. Early on in my experiments with plant teachers I had made a decision not to beat drums or wave feathers around. I had to except the fact that I was a suburban white man and not a South American Shaman. My ceremony consisted simply of sincerely focusing on healing and just being as open to the experience as I possible could. I sat back and read some from Richard Evans Schulte’s, Ethnobotony: Evolution of a Discipline. Of course, I went immediately to the chapters dealing with Ayahausca. This was the point just after consuming the mushrooms when I usually felt the most fear and this morning was no exception. In fact, since this was the largest dose that I had yet tried, I sat on an underlying terror this beautiful, snowy morning and reading has always been a panacea for me emotionally. Even though my wife was in the living room, I felt totally alone. I had evolved a little mind trick such that after ingesting the mushrooms, I tried to forget that I had just ingested them and force my mind to concentrate on something else. This particular morning I was definitely only partly successful and while I read a part of my mind kept thinking: “five grams, Oh man this is scary”. It’s hard to describe this feeling after I’ve eaten them – I’ve never skydived but maybe it’s like what a skydiver feels after just leaving the plane: total commitment now, no going back.
Then I felt it coming on about forty minutes in and looked out at the snow: wow, how beautiful, I thought. I would have to call it a bright and snowy day. I put the book down and lay on my back with my eyes closed, systems check. I felt a little sick, chilled as if with fever, stomach a little upset, and I pulled up onto my left side with the covers up to my shoulder. This way I could see out the window to where the snow accumulated on a big boxwood. I tried to relax and just be open. I had felt this chill before but not so strongly as today. I suddenly felt that an elephant was coming to sit on my chest and my fear exceeded all possible expectations. I knew that I could not move and that the elephant was near. It was almost like I could feel the massive vibrations of its ponderous steps getting stronger as it got closer. I started counting my breath and deep breathing, trying to just empty my mind except for the counting. This was really my only trick but it always helps. I felt nauseas suddenly, balled up in the fetal position, making myself as small as possible, drawing inward, still counting breath but the elephant was upon me now. He sat on my chest and I couldn’t breath. This is it, I am going to die, I thought. I gave myself to it because I knew at very deep level that I had no choice.
My wife was out in the living room and she knew what I was doing. My request was to just leave me alone until I came out of the bedroom. As the elephant crushed the life out of me, some little part of me considered calling out for help. Another part of me asserted itself strongly then right through the fear and firmly dismissed that idea. I had come too far and worked too hard to bail out now before having even gotten started. Be here, be now, I told myself repeatedly, continuing to breath deep and count breaths to belay the fear. At some point the elephant left, quickly and without fanfare, the fear leaving with it. Fear of what exactly I could not even recall, pure fear of death maybe.
A soothing calm seemed to slip into the emotional space the fear had left just as easily as breath: breathing in, breathing out. I considered myself an agnostic if not an atheist but I felt as if I were engaged now in prayer and the prayer was only this, “come”.
I felt myself being drawn upward in a counterclockwise swirling and then “I” was off in the back of the room hovering about six feet off of the ground and I was looking at my body, curled up in the fetal position on the bed. Somehow I understood that I was inhabiting my soul now. This made a huge impression on me since I had not known that I possessed a soul until this very moment. Quite a revelation for a borderline atheist perhaps as you could imagine. As soon as my brief reflections about a soul ended, I felt myself shoot off to the south. Really, I felt my new soul body pulled off to the south at fantastic speed and a second later I was at my office in Springfield, VA – or, rather I was in a “soul office” rendition of the real office where I had worked for twenty years. This place appeared to be a reality connected to our own through our soul body – a soul world. I tried to wrap my mind around it but the only way I could make sense of it was to think of the soul world as a mirror world to our own. It was almost as if when we waved our hand in this physical reality, our soul hand also waved. But that was not quite right, either. This soul world did not exist as a simple reflection of our own. It also was alive just as is our physical world. Also, everything seemed to be emotionally supercharged in this soul world, the emotion the same that I had dealt with my entire life only magnified in intensity a thousand fold.
This soul world was intense.
It would be boring beyond repair to go too deeply into my actual work place and I would not want to suffer that upon anyone. Picture an office environment but with a strong touch of the old TV show MASH thrown in. We were either kicked back doing nothing but shooting the shit, usually in the most unprofessional manner imaginable; or, we were thrashing around in a sort of fog-of-war trying to keep a handle on an exploding concrete dispatch department, one of the biggest on the east coast. No matter how well you might prepare; no matter how many plans you might make, a point came inevitably – and the inevitability of it all really wore on me – when it all would come tumbling down. I recall hearing a study wherein rats are given a negative stimulus of a random shock through the wire mesh of their cage. Another control group is given shocks at exactly the same intervals only the control group can jump on a switch which stops the shock. The group with no control basically went insane while the group with some sense of control adapted to the shocks. We were in this office of course the group with no switch to stop the shock – just random and constant negative reinforcements. I always thought of it as humpty dumptdy falling off the wall. O shit, here goes humpty dumptdy, again. The customers were actually less of a nuisance than my own company. I suspect that this is a fairly common theme in the workplace. Under various conditions I learned over and over the hard lessons that bad leaders teach. I had no feelings about concrete whatsoever. I often wondered at how I had gotten myself in the concrete business. Again, I am sure that I am not alone in this sentiment. Freud is much in disfavor now I know but he said life was about two things, work and love, and in that I think he had a point. If you are doing what you really love, you are fortunate indeed. In real life and in this soul world my workplace very much became a microcosm of society at large. It took a while to sink in that this work place was the way of the world not an isolated incident. It gave me a whole new perspective on history: how the hell did we make it this far? It was so frustrating for me after two decades there seeing answers and solutions everywhere but having no power in this corporate setting to effect any meaningful change whatsoever.
So work went on in this soul workplace for what seemed like thousands of years. It was no different at all than it normally was only as I said sort of supercharged emotionally. It was a kind of hell and I was aware that I was in a soul world hell workplace such that I was constantly thinking: “so this is a bad trip, I guess. I have to get something out of it!” And I sought constantly to understand what this horrible place was suppose to be teaching me? I believed from my readings of so many other peoples experiences with plant teachers that “bad trip” was simply a means of spiritual growth and healing. After a while I began to feel frustrated that I could not get out. I could not understand no matter how hard I tried in exactly what manner this was suppose to be helping me. I felt stuck in this soul work place and this feeling of being stuck was really, really scary – I could not find the door out of this place. Finally, I realized that this horrible place was teaching me nothing. It was only annoying me and distracting me from my life. There is nothing to learn here, I thought inside the experience. As if that simple insight were the key to open the door, I left this soul workplace and found myself back in my physical body still curled up on the bed, the snow still falling outside. Wow, I thought surprisingly lucid, that was amazing.
I didn’t move at all except my eyes watching the snow still falling fat white flakes gentle and slow. I felt completely lucid and lay still thinking about what had just happened. It was not lost on me the parallel between my real life experience at work and this soul experience. It was so real – I, or my soul, had been in this soul workplace just a moment before and now I was back in my body in our bedroom. The lesson about my work was clear. I recalled some saying that mushrooms address your most serious issues first. I thought of this because I was sure that I had far more serious personal emotional issues to deal with than my work – I felt and still do that the truth dear Brutus is not in the stars but in ourselves. This all served to really make it sink in right there just how negative my work had been for me all these years. I did not know what time it was because the clock was behind me but I assumed a couple hours had gone by, the experience had seemed to go on for so long. The diffuse light of the cloudy day didn’t give any hint as to the time. I was certain that the experience was over. For some reason, the thought of actually moving, even enough to turn and look at the nightstand clock, never occurred to me. I felt peaceful and calm. I cannot say if at this time I was even able to move because I didn’t try. Just as soon as I sort of came to terms with what had just happened to me, having rolled it all around in my conscious mind, I felt my head spinning again and closed my eyes – the spinning continued upward even with my eyes closed and I thought, “ it’s not over”, perhaps more surprised than I have ever been in my life.
After so many false starts that had been the real thing, no colors or patterns or really what I would call hallucinations at all but instead a totally altered state of reality - I seemed to have lost consciousness and I guess it was little bit like a dream but that was no dream. Then I felt this counterclockwise spinning again and still without moving a muscle my eyes glanced up into the spinning and my lucidity faded. What was really weird was that there was an UP at all. There was though and up "I" went, my soul. I went faster and faster and my soul just sort of tore away finally and I thought, wow, so my soul is no more what "I" am than is my body - my soul is also just a vehicle. I had just discovered my soul - stupid like discovering your belly button - but I was kind of enamored with my soul already. Nevertheless, I continued soulless on straight upwards at fantastic speed through the earth’s atmosphere and off into space and I felt a slight tug - what was that? That was language which apparently had been connected to earth by means of a really long umbilical cord and before it snapped it very gently tugged as the cord reached its end before breaking. Wow, so that was language and now it is gone, I wondered. But I couldn't help but notice that I wondered this with language - and this made me laugh.
This was the beginning of what I call my abandonment experience where the mushrooms cured my lifelong abandonment fear by abandoning me in some Nether Region of reality for a billion years. Language was really finally and completely gone and I just felt – felt angry at the mushrooms for abandoning me. I was totally aware of what was happening and that the mushrooms were responsible for all of this. Another part of me found it kind of humorous and I could imagine the mushrooms saying, “hey, got your abandonment right here!” My angry side became very annoyed at the part of me which could see the humor of it all and after some time this angry side sort of won out. My anger spread out for light years and I became this anger spreading out so far as to be just a vague, disembodied cloud of energy drifting through vast and vacant distances of space, hardly corporeal at all. I felt as though each of my molecules were light years apart. I seemed to be a spread out as I could possibly be and still exist at all. I knew the mushrooms had abandoned me for my own good, very aware of my abandonment issues. This abandonment fear was the bane of my emotional life, maybe the root of all evils for me. How could I be at all authentic if I were so afraid of being alone? I knew that I was only pretending without authenticity. Time passed as I drifted trans-emotional through eons of space time and I thought of how I was stewing in my own proverbial juices. This part is very important, I think. I existed in this state for a billion years. Now to say a billion years is simply to try and put into language what defies language. It seems that this is the transformative power which the mushrooms possess, among others, they can impart direct experience. This experience was as real, or more real, than any experience in my life. How else could one actually experience a billion years of abandonment? Not think of it or imagine it - but actually experience it? From this I also took away a profound sense of time, especially a sense of the immensity of time involved in our DNA life and Its diversity here on the planet. So unfathomably much can happen in a billion years. As alone and isolated as I have felt all of my adult life, that was nothing compared the utter and complete abandonment I felt and as “time” stretched on the depth of my abandonment feeling reached what I can only describe as cosmic proportions. It is so hard to find the language for this but after eons and eons of time I began to kind of lose focus on this abandonment feeling and I began to experience other feelings. Wow, look at how beautiful it is out here. I can see infinity. Wow, it is so good to be alive, I thought – a thought that would seldom come to my normal self. Then I felt as if you might feel when you are very uptight and someone massages your neck. I really began to stretch out into my disembodied form and to feel the immensity of myself, discovering that I was far larger than I had thought; in fact, as I sort of relaxed my muscles and really stretched it out, I saw that there was no end to what I was: I am infinity.
Again, a billion years is an unimaginably long period of time. I thought about things as we all do. I thought about history, philosophy, my relationships, everything. I had literally all the time in the world to think about things. I really could spend the rest of my life just writing about this “billion years” but little of it was particularly profound and much of it would be only of interest to me. The point is, I went over my life, my feelings, my decisions, the books I’d read, the movies I’d watched, the dreams I’d had, the mistakes I’d made, just absolutely everything imaginable. At some point I discovered that my abandonment feelings were gone. How can I be alone when I am a part of everything and everything is a part of me? Much like in my first soul workplace experience, this “realization” seem to bring me back to my body still curled up on the bed in our bedroom.
This time I knew that my “trip” was over. I managed to move for the first time and saw that an hour and a half had passed approximately since I had first felt it coming on. I sat up on the side of the bed testing my mobility, surprised to find myself fully ambulatory. First of all, it sure seemed like longer than an hour and a half. Second, there was a deeper level of reality experienced within the “second”, abandonment experience that seemed more real than either my normal consciousness or the other tripping consciousness that I just left. This part only came to me as I sat up in bed and it took my breath away. There were multiple levels of reality, that was for sure. The abandonment experience was much deeper than the soul experience – beyond the soul, I guess. My God it was like a spiritual hall of mirrors. In this yet deeper level that now came to me, it was like a dream within the psilocybin experience – a mushrooms dream. This part was so very, very far beyond words such that I almost don’t know how to explain it? The only way is to use words and they will be like hollow, paper renditions of the real experience, like watching a puppet rendition of reality as opposed to the actual flesh and blood of life itself. I was part of a spiritual group of entities who were storming heaven in an attempt to Kill God. Our group mantra rang out: God must die! We fought a horrendous battle and lost, my last memory was that I was not injured and was helping my group retreat with dead and wounded. The defeat was horrible again beyond words but we all had the sense that we had lost a battle not a war and that we would be back. We may have been beaten badly but we were still totally committed to the war, to killing God. This part of the experience would weigh on me heavily and it is almost all I thought of the rest of this Sunday – I felt as though I had abandoned “my people” and I wanted desperately to get back to this battle, to my fellow entities. And this aspect of the experience haunted me for some time. A strange thing is that this aspect after some months came to feel as if it were a significant dream, fading a little. The other aspects of the experience remained as strong and clear as any important, actual experience that I had in my life.
The snow continued falling outside as I stood, testing – yes, I could walk. I felt as though it were over now. I found this surprising since it had only been less than two hours since ingesting 5 grams of dried mushrooms. Well, that was absolutely nothing like what I had expected! It seemed like a big deal to open the bedroom door and proceed into the living room where my wife and the dogs were. I hesitated at the bedroom threshold for a moment feeling a profound sense that I was actually opening the door to the whole, wide world not just our hallway.

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First Time Peyote User - Any Pointers?

Rob — Sat, 29 Sep 2007 04:03:30 GMT

I was hoping someone here could enlighten me on an entheogen issue. I've been using other entheogens for spiritual purposes for a while and I'd really like to step it up a bit and try peyote. I've been trying to do research but haven't gotten very far, the one institute that keeps popping up is the Peyote Way in Arizona, and they want $300 for a spirit walk. I've never done it so I don't know for sure, but that seems a bit steep. plus I'm in austin, TX so it's not exactly close. can anyone on this forum tell me if there's a place I could go that's a little closer and a little cheaper? I'd greatly appreciate it if someone could point me in the right direction.

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How we created Hell

bearsky — Fri, 16 Nov 2007 20:44:53 GMT

A truly evil human created Hell after ingesting psilocybin mushrooms. Hey, I don't make this stuff up that's just what they told me. The prerequites here are that our consciousness is generative of reality and that a human can be "evil". I would think most of us on this site would agree that our consciousness does generate reality. I can imagine a lot of people would not agree that a human can be evil - I did not. To be evil a human has to be rather exceptional - highly intelligent, psychological stable - capable of completely understanding what he/she is doing. This is also necessary to actually have free will, I think. If one is acting out of poor childhood programing, emotional disease -whether psychological or organic - or from just say pure stupidity, can't have free will. The example that came to mind when the mushrooms said this thing about how hell was created was the difference between Hitler and Dr. Josef Mengele and I think they gave this example because it is so blatant - Hitler was not capable of true free will, no matter how evil was the outcome of his actions, he was not evil, he was sick but Dr. Josef Mengele was capable of free will and he was an evil man. I think a truly evil human is fortunately very, very rare. My guess is Cheney fits the bill, but not Bush.

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your positive life changing trip.

clearmenser — Fri, 11 Jun 2004 06:01:09 GMT

Name one please.

My biggest one:
Left a GF when I was helped to figure out she was too much of a bitch and that I deserved much better (at least someone with a high school diploma).

trip on,
Clear

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Any reccomendations.....

Mike — Mon, 01 Jan 2007 15:23:18 GMT

I run a UK based headshop, and am looking for more psychedelic products to stock. Also, am am looking for people (just a few) that would like to contribute to the site with info etc.... or people that would like free samples in return for writing reports (I want there to be as much info as possible on my site, i feel it should be as much of a resource as a retail outlet, if not more so).

Mike_gracia@hotmail.com
www.laughterpromotions.com

Thanks !

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The Web of Dreams deserves your involvement now!!!!

CLAYTON — Tue, 08 Aug 2006 07:30:53 GMT

Sacred geometry, universal energy, IBVA experiments linked with real time video, the opportunity to study yourself and others in a lucid REM state with state of the art equipment, recorded experiences, thousands of lights, music and more create “The Web Of Dreams”! An Interactive art piece symbolizing the connection of all things and how what you choose affects everything. It is designed to generate life-changing breakthroughs!

Allow yourself while in the Web to work through your fear and be inspired to make new empowering choices that create more hope for your future! Those who choose to be wrapped and suspended in the Web may discover that resistance creates the persistence of fear but acceptance allows for the disappearance of fear. Shed your fixed beliefs and ways of being while inside the Web and step into a new world of increased hope and possibility!

The web will offer up personal truths, it will offer up hope and dreams, it will offer a true reflection of how what you choose (hope or fear) affects the outcome of your future in a clear representation in the present moment.

“The Web of Dreams” will be placed 1300 ft from the man at 1:30. We will be doing IBVA EXPEREMENTS ALL WEEK. This will give us a chance to look at what is going on in the brain as someone is experiencing what ever they might be experiencing, Think of the possabilities. If this intrest you at all I encourage you to look at our web site and find out more about what we are creating on the playa this year. please if you are interested RESPOND TO THIS POST. LET ME KNOW YOU ARE INTERESTED.

We got a late start on this idea but we know, with some help from the community, we can still pull it off (no fear only hope). We have most everything we need but if the opportunity to assist others in breaking through their fear and gaining more hope and possibility inspires you we invite you to become a part of the “Web Team” and help in anyway you can. We are looking for people to fill volunteer shifts, donate money (we still need over $1,000) or any supplies we still need please contact me on Tribe or directly:

CLAYTON AND TERRY ALLRED

801-523-7094

For more info on the “Web Of Dreams” or to donate few dollars today(every little bit will help)by Pay Pal check out the web site at: webofdreams.home.comcast.net/

I truly look forward to the most amazing experience on the Playa with you and may all of your fears serve you in the end to achieve all your hopes!

Love,

Clayton
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420 & entheogen friendly gay vegan seeks vancouver home in spring

Drew — Fri, 20 Jan 2006 21:04:49 GMT

37 year old gay vegan escaping President Bush's United States for the more civil Canada. Seeking a place to share with some easy going and fun people or person.
I love places that are rustic and have character. I am an easy going guy into reading, music (mostly old blues, R&B, jazz, alternative and 70's pop), entheogens, yoga, meditation, kirtan, gardening and nature walks (lovely shrooms to be found). I am responsible and respectful and although myself a vegan I have a "live and let live" attitude.

I am quiet and very low maintainence. I try to genuinley get along with everyone - after all "It's all good!"

Thank you for reading my ad and Namaste!

jamie

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Is an of this tribe making the journey??

VeX — Fri, 05 Aug 2005 01:49:04 GMT

So who's with me on the way to Jamaica???

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Hello hello there

VeX — Wed, 19 Jan 2005 02:14:44 GMT

Howdy All, Sorry I've been away for so long but, I'm back with lots of new energy to make this a larger more entertaining tribe. I've been locked away planning for Psytopia www.psytopia.org but, I'm glad to see we have new members. So hello and welcome.

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