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I'm just curious how many others among you like to partake in mind-altering substances? I will refrain from posting just all that I have dappled with, but assume that the list is long. :)
marlowe
06-19-2008, 07:27 AM
no I don't partake in mind-altering substances unless you're including alcohol, but I don't take that in mind-altering quantities, infact I don't like to be drunk.
I have dabbled with various drugs in the past and from about 16 to 20 I used to get stoned (dope) almost every day and really enjoyed it. Infact about 20 I realised I had hardly ever had sex without being stoned! It wasn't a big conscious decision to stop, it just wasn't doing much for me anymore. I don't think I have an addictive personality. Now I find that the world around and 'reality' is a fairly mind-altering experience.:rolleyes:
Bionca
06-19-2008, 11:15 PM
Very VERY rarely .. I used to do and I have tried many things, but it just doesn't happen so much these days. Guess I becoming a dull spinster
CuriousJim
06-20-2008, 05:50 AM
I dont take any illegal drugs or substances, don't see the point. Expensive, fucks you up mentally (and physically sometimes) and can have big effects further down the line in life. Same can be said about alcohol, which I do drink, but I only really drink in moderation.
Mad_Bad!!
06-20-2008, 09:48 AM
Never done drugs, and hopefullynever will.
As for alcohol... well, that's another story lol. In fact, I like drinking very much, but I don't like getting drunk, so I always know where to stop.
belfagar
06-25-2008, 12:29 AM
People that think alcohol is not a drug, I laugh. I have been up and down so many times with so many things. Things in life can make a weak person even weaker. Alcohol has been the worst drug ive been addicted to. Benzodiazapienes come in second, Like booze hard to stop without pain.
Ive tried several tryptamines and a few phenethylamines enjoyed em all.
Ive Tried and used various types of speed (a Phenethylamine). They have been useful. got me thru some tough times.
Ive stopped all that, But Still smoke the reefer.
I love mary almost as much as Barbie Woods.
Rafaely
06-28-2008, 11:02 AM
I used to smoke weed all the time but the novelty wore off so don't bother with it anymore.
Personally I don't have a problem with it, but theres lots of people that have given it a bad name and it still fells like alot of people frown upon it. Alcohol is far more dangerous as your never yourself when you're plastered.
hotfortrannies420
06-28-2008, 07:33 PM
I FUCKING LOVE SMOKING THE GREATEST PLANT THE GOD GAVE US i love you maryjane
SluttyShemaleAnna
06-28-2008, 08:13 PM
I love booze and I love weed!
Thank heavens! At least I don't feel like the only one anymore. :) I love psychadelics as well, but have been far too long without any.
SluttyShemaleAnna
06-30-2008, 06:05 PM
Won't you sing along with me?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lFNAdnHc_uU
Hits from the bong
Hits from the bong
Hits from the bong
Hits from the bong
Pick it
Pack it
Fire it up, come along
And take a hit from the bong
Put the blunt down
Just for a second
Don't get me wrong
It's not a new method
Inhale
Exhale
Just got an ounce in the mail
I like a blunt or a big fat cone
But my double-barrel bong
Is gettin' me stoned
I'm skill it
There's water inside don't spill it
It smells like shit on the carpet
Still it
Goes down smooth when I get a clean hit
Of the skunky, phunky, smelly green shit
Sing my song
Puff all night long
As I take hits from the bong
Hits from the bong y'all
Hits from the bong
Can i get a....hit?
Hits from the bong
Can i get a....hit?
Hits from the bong
Can i get a....hit?
Hits from the bong
Can i get a....hit?
Let's smoke that bowl
Hit the bong
And then take that finger off of that hole
Plug it
Unplug it
Don't strain
I love you Mary Jane
She never complains
When I hit Mary
With that flame
I light up the cherry
She's so good to me
When I pack a fresh bowl I clean the screen
Don't get me stirred up
The smoke, through the bubbling water
Is makin' it pure so I got ta
Take my hit and hold it
Just like Chong
I get the bowl and I reload it
Get my four-footer and bring it on
As I take hits from the bong
Hits from the bong
Can i get a....hit?
Hits from the bong
Can i get a....hit?
Hits from the bong
Can i get a....hit?
Hits from the bong
Can i get a....hit?
Hits from the bong
Can i get a....hit?
Hits from the bong
Can i get a....hit?
Hits from the bong
Can i get a....hit?
Unfortunately, for my drug history, we'd have to invent songs that haven't even been sung yet. :) The list would include:
Alcohol: I'm sure there's numerous getting drunk songs on the market
Marijuana: Again, consult a variety of hippie songs
Cocaine: Grateful Dead, "Casey Jones"
Heroin/Various Narcs: The Wall, "Comfortably Numb"
Amphetamines: Not sure what comes to mind
LSD: The Beatles, "Lucy in the Sky With Diamonds"
Ketamine: My best guess would be Marilyn Manson, "Dissociative"
Mescaline: I'm clueless...???
DMT: See above...???
Salvia: See above...???
Ecstasy: I'm sure some rave song has been written that I'm not aware of...
Ether: See above...???
5-MeO-DMT: See above...???
Datura: See above...??? The closest I can think of is literary reference...
Tiletamine: Veterinary drugs don't have many songs...
Benzos, Piperazines, GHB, and many others: Yeah, I doubt any songs have been written about these lesser drugs...
God, putting it like that...I'm such a junkie...
SluttyShemaleAnna
07-01-2008, 06:41 PM
omg, ether! that's so 1800's.
I've huffed a lot of that shit by accident in labs, its good stuff, lol.
I bet junkies would pay good money to stand next to the sinks in our undergraduate labs, our handling of many psychoactive chemicals is very sub standard....
omg, ether! that's so 1800's.
I've huffed a lot of that shit by accident in labs, its good stuff, lol.
I bet junkies would pay good money to stand next to the sinks in our undergraduate labs, our handling of many psychoactive chemicals is very sub standard....
Yes, chemistry labs are fun! :) I stole a lot of chemicals and supplies from labs over the years...Back when I was hoping to have my own means of clandestine synthesis. I've pretty much given up on that sh*t, but I still wouldn't mind trying/synthesizing PCP at some point. I spent many a hours messed up on diethyl ether back in the day...I found that smoking pot before hand made it INCREDIBLY trippy, on par with some psychadelics, albeit for a short amount of time. I found that the film "Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas" sort of mischaracterized ether's effect...Alas, it's hard to portray some drugs on film...All in all, the film did a very good job.
Rafaely
07-04-2008, 05:39 PM
Thank heavens! At least I don't feel like the only one anymore. :) I love psychadelics as well, but have been far too long without any.
Same as, never tried acid, but every mushroom trip ive had had been awesome. Can't recommend them enough.
marlowe
07-05-2008, 02:50 AM
Datura: See above...??? The closest I can think of is literary reference...
Datura! That's a blast from the past. Reminds me of when a group of us came across a Datura plant and set about making some tea. Well I don't remember anyone getting a transcendental high, infact I think most of us ended up being quite sick. Either our botanic knowledge wasn't as good as we thought or we didn't brew the tea right. Anyway, that was that for Datura.
sesame
07-05-2008, 03:20 AM
Unfortunately, for my drug history, we'd have to invent songs that haven't even been sung yet. :) The list would include:
Alcohol: I'm sure there's numerous getting drunk songs on the market
Marijuana: Again, consult a variety of hippie songs
Cocaine: Grateful Dead, "Casey Jones"
Heroin/Various Narcs: The Wall, "Comfortably Numb"
Amphetamines: Not sure what comes to mind
LSD: The Beatles, "Lucy in the Sky With Diamonds"
Ketamine: My best guess would be Marilyn Manson, "Dissociative"
Mescaline: I'm clueless...???
DMT: See above...???
Salvia: See above...???
Ecstasy: I'm sure some rave song has been written that I'm not aware of...
Ether: See above...???
5-MeO-DMT: See above...???
Datura: See above...??? The closest I can think of is literary reference...
Tiletamine: Veterinary drugs don't have many songs...
Benzos, Piperazines, GHB, and many others: Yeah, I doubt any songs have been written about these lesser drugs...
God, putting it like that...I'm such a junkie...
Blimey!:eek:
GRH, you are an Amazing person! You are an encyclopedia of drugs!
Ok, let's take advantage of your extensive knowledge... Please tell us the special feeling (mental, physical or even trancendental that you experienced with the intake of each drug. How are they different from one another? Also, mention if the hangovers are of the same kind.
Please please please....:p
No problem Sesame, I'd LOVE to, that said, I could probably write a book on the topic of drugs and my own personal history. So if you could simplify your inquiry a bit, I'd be more than willing to accomadate. I guess in saying that, is there any place you'd like to start the discussion/comparison? To simply ask me to describe them all is a bit overwhelming...I don't mind doing it, but a bit of direction regarding what to cover first would be appreciated. :O It's refreshing to see someone who appreciates a girl with a bit of knowledge regarding altered states. :inlove:
sesame
07-05-2008, 11:17 PM
Ok, GRH,
You could begin by describing the Altered States.:D
Is it something like a Dream state?
Sesame, I'm not sure what parallel to draw??? I've dreamt many of times, and I've been altered many times...
That said, there are obvious parallels between the two. At my current state of consciousness, I can't always tell the difference. Let me explain...
I have always dreamed lucidly...My ability to differentiate the dream state from waking is something that seems to be a gift to me. In almost all of my dreams, I am aware on some level of the fact that I am dreaming. That said, I have had profound dreams...I have experienced prophetic dreams and dreams of exreme importance. For someone such as myself, the line between sleep and awake is often blurred...This is affected by my own tendency towards suffering from chronic insomnia...
Perhaps this is one reason that I gravitate towards altered states of being (and altered states of being asleep!). Just the other night I was in this weird state where I wasn't quite awake, nor was I entirely dreaming. I was aware of what was going on around me, yet I was in another world. THIS is what psychadelic consciousness is like to some extent. I found myself waking up at multiple points throuth the night...At one point I was reaching out (literally waking up my spouse) in an attempt to catch a ball...At another point in my dream state, I woke myself up biting my pillow, while thinking that I was fending off some attacker. Someone such as myself has a difficulty differentiating between a "dream" and "reality." The two concepts become an intermeshed perspective of the larger notion of TRUE consciousness...
Our discussion of consciousness and reality could probably eclipse any topic intended for this message board, but I hope that my cursory definition gives you some perspective regarding myself. :) This said, I still welcome exploring at more depth ANY given topic of drugs or consciousness, it's one of the few areas that I feel to have lots of experience. It's one of the few areas that doesn't distinguish between our conceptions of male/female, rich/poor, black/white/brazilian/etc. Consciousness is a primal exploration of who we really are, and drugs are one of the more primitive means by which we get to this ends!
Ok, GRH,
You could begin by describing the Altered States.:D
Is it something like a Dream state?
More directly...
An altered state is something unique in and of itself...The altered state may be like a dream state, but a lot of that depends on the mechanisms that the drug relies upon. Some drugs are notorious for mimicking a dream state...
Other drugs produce things a bit different...
There is a classic difference, and this is often drawn between the tryptamine/phenethylamine type drugs and other less classic psychadelics (dissociatives, deleriants, etc.). The classic psychadelics often produce a state of consciousness that is aware of the fact that a person is in fact under the influence of drugs. Thus, ideas that "walls are breathing" or that "colors or bleeding" and the sort are common sorts of hallucinations that are born out of the fact that a person is usually aware that they are under SOME sort of influence of a drug.
By contrast, under some drugs, a person has very little conception (if any at all!) that they are under the influence; thus, the idea of altered states is one that depends on their idea of being under the influence of drugs. Deleriants such as "Datura" and other Solanaceous deleriants act in this capacity...Their neuromechanism is very different from the route of tryptamine/phenethylamine drugs. The deleriant route is based on acetylcholine inhibition, and this route has been exploited over the years by various classes of witches, etc. who have employed differerent Solanaceous drugs over the years (Datura, Brugmansia, Brunfelsia, Henbane, Beladonna, Mandrake, etc.). Many of the witches actually employed the "drug at question" over the years, and there is some skepticism that some of the witches employed said drug via a vaginal route, through the application of the drug through through transdermal vaginal absorption.
Regardless of whether you believe this most recent post, I hope that you WILL believe, there are MANY ways of interpretting transdermal absorption.
sesame
07-06-2008, 03:08 AM
GRH:
Consciousness is a primal exploration of who we really are, and drugs are one of the more primitive means by which we get to this ends!
There is another way: meditation.
Anyway, I am also very interested in the exploration of the four main states:
1) Ordinary consciousness: Awake
2) Dream (REM=Rapid Eye Movement)
3) Deep Sleep (No REM)
4) Superconscious :D (:eek:)
The difference between waking and dream is the absence of concreteness or a point of reference in the latter. But Dream is vitally linked to our well being and Not a false state. In Dreams, we get rid of the shackles of our physical body and can reach anywhere in lightning speed.;)
In Deep sleep, we remain totally unconscious, we dont even dream. We stop thinking here. I fact this is the real rest we get during sleep. Rest for the body and mind. (in dream, the body rests, but the mind keeps busy)
There are states in between which we can reach with meditation:yes: or drug use. In my opinion, with meditation, we can reach states where one is More Conscious of Oneself than Waking or Dreaming.
I was aware of what was going on around me, yet I was in another world.
I am talking about this state... More like, I am conscious of myself, but not in the ordinary world.
sesame
07-06-2008, 03:32 AM
Thus, ideas that "walls are breathing" or that "colors or bleeding" and the sort are common sorts of hallucinations that are born out of the fact that a person is usually aware that they are under SOME sort of influence of a drug.
Hey, I had similar experiences, and in waking state! Without drugs!
I was affected by malaria... during the last few days, I saw that the walls were alive and oozing light. :D The ceiling of my bedroom was caving in upon my face. And my imagination and intuition was Boosted a 1000 times! How cool is that! On the downside, I saw horrible ugly creatues lurking around. But that is nothing in compare to the elation I felt.
God, how I miss that magical state!
I am willing to suffer from malaria for the rest of my life.:lol:
sesame
07-06-2008, 04:01 AM
Have you been ever charmed by Absinthe?
[Lets continue with consciousness, I am just curious]
marlowe
07-06-2008, 08:23 AM
The intoxicating substance TRANSGENERIS BEAUTIFICATUS (sometimes referred to in street parlance as "hot tranny beauty") is the subject of much debate. Opinion varies as to what is the preferred form of the substance, how it should be classified (hallucinogen? empathogen? anxiolytic?), what the effects of consumption are, and whether it is addictive.
Essentially a naturally occurring substance, there is sometimes chemical intervention in it's structure. This can be referred to as the Altered State (not to be confused with an altered state caused by consumption). For the vast majority ingestion is ocular. Intimate transdermal absorbtion is more advanced and rarer, and may include oral and anal ingestion.
The most evident form is the mass marketed version (Brazil and Thailand being principle sources) disseminated commercially throughout the world. Users of this version report that the effect is a mounting excitement leading to a brief euphoria and release of tension. Though generally considered harmless, some users can experience after effects of shame and confusion. (for further reports see the works of Dr. Wakitov)
In some cases consumption of the mass marketed version can lead to substance abuse. Esteemed writer Aldina B Huxley in her work "The Doors of Perception" points out that those prone to substance abuse develop severely distorted perception resulting in the condition known as 'dickhead'. She recommends a pure and highly refined version of the substance, and an understanding of it's qualities. A word of warning; this version is strong, it needs to be treated properly and handled with care. It may be too strong for some.
Another proponent of the mind-altering positive effects of the strong version is Prof. Havethelot. He has written extensively about the transcendental state attainable by prolonged exposure and fully incorporating the substance into one's life.
(nb: this article is written under the influence)
sesame
07-06-2008, 10:02 AM
Bravo! Marlowe, Bravo!. :lol:
mind-altering positive effects of the strong version is Prof. HavethelotThat would be Hank.:)
Esteemed writer Aldina B Huxley
The Doors of Perception is a 1954 book by Aldous Huxley... This is a Real Book! Anyway, you could be referring to GRH (for the perception thing) or Bionca (for satiric outspokenness?)
works of Dr. WakitovI surrender.:p I've got no insights on this one. It may be the figment of your imagination, Marlowe!
Brilliant essay!
Sesame, I have been charmed by Absinthe before...A very nice liquor in my estimation, particularly if served right (but alas, there is some debate about what actually constitutes the traditional means of serving). It is heavily flavored of anise...The wormwood's bitterness is overthrown by the other herbs in the brew (star anise, fennel, etc.), thus the final brew is somewhat sweet, albeit HIGHLY alcoholic. The "magic" of absinthe is hypothesized to originate from the wormwood, more specifically, from the thujone that it contains. (Thujone exists in alpha and beta forms and is regulated by the FDA so as to not exist in food/drink products.) Thujone in high doses is a neurotoxin and can lead to the perception of a yellowish haze around things...Some attribute VanGogh's color sensibility to being influenced by absinthe. That said, absinthe got a really bad reputation at a time when little if anything was understood of alcoholism. Most of the reported symptoms of "absinthism" are in fact synonymous with alcoholism-- absinthe became the scapegoat for a culture struggling to understand the nature of alcohol addiction. The fact that it was one of the highest proof beverages of the day (and often imitated via unsavory and unsafe methods) absinthe is what ended up being banned. Such is the role of governments I suppose...It's really a pity, it is a good beverage...
That said, I'm glad you had a favorable run-in with malaria. :) MANY things can trigger altered perceptions of the universe...Stress, disease, drugs, meditation, holy books, dance, drumming, etc. My own opinion regarding altered states is that the consciousness experienced under the influence is every bit as valid as normal, waking consciousness. For that matter, like you, I view dream states as valid states of consciousness. I think waking consciousness is only one, very limited means of perceiving things. Too many people buy into the idea that this waking life is the only thing to our existence...
I myself think that we are so much more than this. That said, I'm glad to know that you have explored meditation. This is a route that I need to explore more, it would probably be less harmful to my body than all the chemicals. I must say though, I'm lazy, and psychoactives are the arm-chair quarterback's means of enlightenment. What is your major influence...Buddhist meditation? I myself have had my own spirituality heavily influenced by Hinduism...
That said, regarding our conversation about drugs, do you have any preference? Otherwise I might just pick an arbitrary place to start and will slowly pick away at describing the different categories, highs, comedowns, etc. :)
sesame
07-07-2008, 12:54 AM
GRH:
I myself think that we are so much more than this. That said, I'm glad to know that you have explored meditation. This is a route that I need to explore more, it would probably be less harmful to my body than all the chemicals. I must say though, I'm lazy, and psychoactives are the arm-chair quarterback's means of enlightenment. What is your major influence...Buddhist meditation? I myself have had my own spirituality heavily influenced by Hinduism...
Yes, GRH, meditation is beneficial to body and mind, but one must try for a long time with much discipline to get used to it. You can't master it in 3 days. :D People want fast results and turn to drugs due to impatience. Drugs can also take one to unexplored domains of consciousness. But Drug is like a zip-zap-zoom method. You are there even before you begin to understand it. Here, Meditation has extra advantage. Meditation is slow in the beginning, but you have control over it's mechanism. And you can reach any particular plane of consciousness as many times you wish at will. With drugs, you dont know the station the train will stop at.;) But still I am interested in knowing (2nd hand :lol: ) about drug induced experiences, because it tells us about unexplored regions of consciousness.
The real life [REALITY]is necessary for all of us. But sometimes I find it quite boring. :p
Ok, the helps I recieved in meditation come from various schools of philosophy: In order of effectiveness===>
1) Vedanta from the Upanishads [Hindu]
2) Vipassana from Dhammapad
3) [B]Gita [Hindu]
4) Yoga (Rajayoga & Hathayoga) & (Aurovindo) [Hindu]
5) Don Juan (Books by Carlos Castaneda) [American Indian]
That said, regarding our conversation about drugs, do you have any preference? Otherwise I might just pick an arbitrary place to start and will slowly pick away at describing the different categories, highs, comedowns, etc.
I had many bouts with monks smoking Ganja (cannabis) :D
When they offered, I declined gracefully. You can start with Cannabis.
In one of my visits to the Himalayas, I took refuge in a hermitage for the night. This particular Hermit had a huge garden full of various psychotropic herbs! And he was a very strong, helpful and happy person. (not the typical drug junkie) ;)
Actually these herbs can also open gateways to subtle states of the mind. But their unrestrained use (or abuse) by undisciplined people gives them a bad name. As such, mother nature is quite unbiased. She has such priceless jewels hidden in her bosom!
hankhavelock
07-07-2008, 07:45 AM
Very VERY rarely .. I used to do and I have tried many things, but it just doesn't happen so much these days. Guess I becoming a dull spinster
This is one part of life where I really cannot boast of any particular experience... I've tried pot three times and never did it rock my boat. Not too long ago the gorgeous Fi (my x) introduced me to some funny Balinese mushrooms... hmmm... I admit I got a wee bit weird (more than usual), but like for the pot it didn't really work in a pleasurable way.
Nope, stay away from that crap and have a couple of beers in stead :-) Or even better, to get REAL high, suck your lady friend dry of her beautiful, beautiful liquified proteins... yummie!
Cheers!
H
sesame
07-07-2008, 08:25 AM
Hanky, my jolly friend :D,
You must be getting overdosed with protein by now! :lol:
hankhavelock
07-07-2008, 08:48 AM
Hanky, my jolly friend :D,
You must be getting overdosed with protein by now! :lol:
No complaints... I even skipped my morning-egg thrice a week...:rolleyes:
sesame
07-07-2008, 08:58 AM
GRH, (& Hank)
I never get high with any narcotic substance.
Thats not my domain. I like certain alcohols, but only for their taste or flavour; Never to get intoxicated. Those which I like are:
1) Old scotch whiskey (I like Irish stuff)
2) John Bull Blended Whiskey
3) Cherry Brandy :p (sweet deep-red nectar)
4) Pineapple Beer :lol: (I like sweet fruity stuff)
5) Plum wine; Pinapple wine;
6) Mead (Honey :D)
As you can see, I am a sweet sweet person!:p
sesame
07-07-2008, 09:03 AM
Hanky, you can make fun of yourself.
This is a very rare quality. I respect you for that. :respect:
Nope, stay away from that crap and have a couple of beers in stead :-) Or even better, to get REAL high, suck your lady friend dry of her beautiful, beautiful liquified proteins... yummie!
Alas Hank, drugs have ALWAYS gotten me off better than sex ever could. :) To each their own though...
Yes, GRH, meditation is beneficial to body and mind, but one must try for a long time with much discipline to get used to it. You can't master it in 3 days. :D People want fast results and turn to drugs due to impatience. Drugs can also take one to unexplored domains of consciousness. But Drug is like a zip-zap-zoom method. You are there even before you begin to understand it. Here, Meditation has extra advantage. Meditation is slow in the beginning, but you have control over it's mechanism. And you can reach any particular plane of consciousness as many times you wish at will. With drugs, you dont know the station the train will stop at.;)
Practice with drugs can lead to experience, and you can begin to learn methods for guiding the train's journey. Some drugs are so completely predictable (for me at least) that I could just about give you a plot synopsis of the high prior to ever ingesting (i.e. cocaine). As to meditation, yes, it is the slowness that has always deterred me. Patience is a difficult thing to come by, especially in our convenience-driven culture. One of my best friends was very into yoga and meditation...He was sober for 30 years, but then somewhere along the way decided that he wanted to reenter the drug culture. I was never sure why he made that decision, but I think the elder care of his mother and father drove him to desparation. At any rate, even at his junkie worst, he still went running every day, would do yoga, etc. He insisted that the routine helped to keep him grounded and could ultimately take him to places farther than drugs.
Ok, the helps I recieved in meditation come from various schools of philosophy: In order of effectiveness===>
1) Vedanta from the Upanishads [Hindu]
2) Vipassana from Dhammapad
3) [B]Gita [Hindu]
4) Yoga (Rajayoga & Hathayoga) & (Aurovindo) [Hindu]
5) Don Juan (Books by Carlos Castaneda) [American Indian]
We share many influences! :) I absolutely love the Bhagavad Gita and Upanishads. As to Hathayoga and Aurovindo, I am somewhat familiar. As to the Don Juan books, these are a very good read, despite the rather dubious authenticity of Castaneda's dissertation. If you like Native American spirituality, I would recommend "Rolling Thunder" as a very good book that explores an alternate view of reality and draws parallels between this school of thought and the East.
I had many bouts with monks smoking Ganja (cannabis) :D
When they offered, I declined gracefully. You can start with Cannabis.
In one of my visits to the Himalayas, I took refuge in a hermitage for the night. This particular Hermit had a huge garden full of various psychotropic herbs! And he was a very strong, helpful and happy person. (not the typical drug junkie) ;)
Actually these herbs can also open gateways to subtle states of the mind. But their unrestrained use (or abuse) by undisciplined people gives them a bad name. As such, mother nature is quite unbiased. She has such priceless jewels hidden in her bosom!
I would like to meet this Hermit. Herbs are one of my primary interests in horticulture, and I would love to have an apothecary/herbal garden some day. Right now I grow many culinary herbs, but I LOVE plants that have a history of use among mankind. For example, aconitum, mandrake, etc. are plants that I would really like to grow despite the fact that I have no interest in ever using these plants functionally. I think they are powerful plants, what Native Americans would call "helper plants."
In Indian belief, "helper plants" have their own spirit. I believe this. Each plant is unique and important, many we have only just begun to discover their utility in an ecosystem. This is not to say that ALL plants should be utilized in some functional manner by people. Still, MANY plants can be...Thus they are "helpers." Psychoactive plants are among them, but so are food plants, flowers, and medicines. I believe there is a reason that certain plants alter our consciousness in certain ways; further, I believe that we have brains and responsibility enough to use these plants. Government prohibition is the height of arrogance...Arrogance of mankind against both God, natural selection, and millions of years of evolution.
Alright, on to cannabis...
(I pause to collect my thoughts.)
hankhavelock
07-07-2008, 09:39 AM
Alas Hank, drugs have ALWAYS gotten me off better than sex ever could. :) To each their own though...
Hmmm... wonder whether that's due to the sexual quality of the drugs or the opposite of ur chosen sex-partners...??? :D
Cannabis is one of the most universally used drugs, probably behind only alcohol and caffeine. For our disccussion, I will include all cannabis derivatives in this discussion to include raw cannabis, hash (screened trichomes that are pressed together), hash oil (the oil exuded from pressed hash), tinctures, etc. As to synthetic THC (brand name Marinol), I have no personal experience, but know from talking to others that it it not as effective for a variety of reasons.
Cannabis achieves its psychoactivity via a number of cannibinoids, with THC (tetra-hydrocannibinol) being the most notorious. That said, THC is not the sole chemical responsible for the psychoactivity (This is one reason Marinol is less effective therapeutically). The different ratios of cannibinoids and other chemicals affect the overall psychoactivity...
Two distinct strains of cannabis are generally recognized...Sometimes a third, though I won't go into that. There is Cannabis sativa and Cannabis indica. The sativa strain is considered to be a more "light" smoke, a more visual, hallucinatory variety. The indica is more heavily "narcotic," a more sedating smoke, one that makes the body heavy and tired. Both species can be very powerful, though many smokers have a preference towards one type of high over the other. Personally, I find that both states of consciousness have their own time and place.
Alright, to the larger question, what does cannabis feel like? This depends largely on the strain, potency, and amount ingested. Small amounts (or large amounts among a tolerant user or with low grade weed) will produce relaxation and lowered inhibitions. This is a state very conducive to meditation. Increased potency and ingestion can lead to increased intoxification. This can include a very disinhibited sensibility and a much lighter take on life (everything becomes funny!). Increased hunger is often a side effect (the munchies), this is one reason marijuana is favored among cancer patients. There is a degree of analgesia that accompanies marijuana use. As you get to higher doses, reality becomes completely sublime. Conversation flows like water, and EVERYTHING takes on an increased sense of profundity. Sometimes you will forget what you were trying to say, but it doesn't matter. Life if lived in the moment. You open up like a flower blossoming in sunlight, inhibitions melt to a great degree, and you are peaceful and content. At worst, you consume too many calories and fall asleep. You don't knick or crave the high to the point of going out and robbing convenience stores. At the best levels, hallucinations can ensue, but these are generally closed-eye visuals and subtle distortions of sound. The hallucinations are nothing on par with psychadelics, but you get VERY creative. The desire to write or create is very strong.
That said, sometimes the desire to create is overpowered by the lethargy that can accompany marijuana use. Oftentimes, the perception of creativity and profundity is lost upon being sober. As an experienced user, I can take away from the intoxication more than others...For that matter, it has altered my perception to the point where I am a much less rage-driven individual. I am much more mellow nowadays. But cannabis does not come without its downside. First and foremost is the cost and legality. Factor that out, and you still often end up with cottonmouth. And paranoia. Paranoia is a possibility for anyone, though some seem more prone to it than others...I find that I myself am a more paranoid person than many...This has caused me anxiety over the years, but it has also saved my ass several times. :)
Hmmm... wonder whether that's due to the sexual quality of the drugs or the opposite of ur chosen sex-partners...??? :D
Drugs are neutral all in all...Once upon a time I LOVED doing some cocaine and being fucked from behind. The feeling was glorious, and I sometimes masturbated with a dildo while doing coke. That said, eventually it turned on me. If I did cocaine nowadays, I couldn't even get an erection, much less come. Ce la vie...
Regarding sex partners, I've just always found the rush of an orgasm to be too fleeting in comparison to drugs. I liken it to a hit of crack. You get high real fast and then you get let down real fast, at least in my experience. Personally, I find opium to be one of the single most intimate substances on earth...I lose my inhibitions and become sedated in a delicious way. I might become sexual, I might not. Ultimately, sex matters very little against the backdrop of intimacy that I can experience under the influence of opium. :) And due to my own beliefs, I personally feel that drugs give us insight into things far greater than what sex gives us insight into. It's the difference of the second chakra versus the seventh.
Alright, for the benefit of Sesame...
I will share a few experiences as best I can. I will try to be brief...Obviously, you could fill a whole catalogue with my pot-smoking years if you cared to. Instead, I will tell you about my first time, one of my craziest times, and an alternate route of ingestion that I fell in love with.
The first time I ever smoked pot was back in my college days. I had read about drugs via a rockstar autobiography and was convinced that I wanted to try EVERY drug possible, including the hardest drugs that scare most people off. Well, I was with a good friend who tried to persuade me that it would be okay to smoke pot, but that I shouldn't EVER try coke, acid, heroin, etc. As a result of his convictions, he attempted to procure some pot to satiate my desires. We were at a fraternity house at Georgia Tech and he ended up finding one of his fraternity brothers who smoked. We passed around a bowl and I inhaled the divine fumes. Eventually we stopped and I began to feel it setting in. We ended up sitting in the kitchen of the frat house and my friend made me a grilled cheese sandwich which tasted absolutely HEAVENLY! I had this tingling in my head, and I asked my friend about it. He said that everytime I felt a tingle, it was the explosion of some brain cells dying a violent, horrible death. :) That fucked with me a bit...But it never slowed me down...
I continued to party that night, and drank pretty heavily. The last thing I remember of the frat house was having a seventh shot of rum in some dimly lit room and then excusing myself to use the restroom. I went to the restroom, but for whatever reason, I decided to go for a walk. Instead of going back to my friend, I just began walking. I ended up walking a few miles into downtown Atlanta. At one point, a gentlemen in an SUV propositioned me for giving him a blow job and that got me scared. THAT is where the paranoia kicked in. I began to get truly scared and I realized that I had absolutely no idea where I was. At some point, I got tired and turned down some back alley way. I decided that it would be a good idea to lay down and get some shut-eye for a few minutes. Thus, I passed out in this alley for...an hour? two hours? I honestly have no idea how long I was out, I just know that I woke up and was astounded that I had fallen asleep on the road as I had done.
From there, I began to walk again...I ended up walking to this hotel, and ended up ducking behind a car because I was SO paranoid the cops were watching me. I was utterly convinced that the police were onto me, and I geeked out for awhile. Eventually, I went into this hotel lobby and laid down on a couch. The manager came over to me soon enough and spoke with me. This is where God was watching over me...
Instead of kicking me out, the manager said that he couldn't let me lay on the couch, but that if I sat up and pretended to be cool, he wouldn't have a problem letting me sit and sober up. I was so thankful. I sat there for what seemed like a few hours, just staring at paintings in the lobby. Eventually, I came to enough to where I went over to the desk. The shift had changed. I asked the attendants where the Georgia Tech campus was? They informed me that it was a few miles in a given direction and pointed me along my way. I followed their directions and eventually made it back to my friend sometime that next morning, roughly at 9:00 AM.
Obviously, my friend was rather distressed with my whereabouts. The average person would have probably interpretted a night like this to be a sign that they should NEVER do drugs or drink again. Instead, I felt like I had been on an incredible journey...Much like Moses wandering in the desert...And I vowed that I would explore drugs as much as possible because I felt a purpose in them, a purpose to my journey...
OK, that was a bit long...Next post will describe other experiences...
sesame
07-07-2008, 10:22 AM
The last time I went to the Himalayas (Its heaven on earth), a Holy man showed me a herb. He used it in his tea everytime. It was not narcotic but had a tremendous boosting effect and cured fever. I took a small sample of that plant and showed it to all Ayurveda stores around the place. All shopowners turned out to be ignorant simpletons when it came to plant identification. (This shows the deplorable state of the science of Ayurveda in the country of it's origin) Luckily one doctor(vaid)identified it. I went to the nearest village and collected a heap of it from a local. I brought it home. Unfortunately all the plants were dead and dry by then. But surprisingly, after so many years, they work perfectly. :D
Alright, if you've followed this post, you might recall my reference to my best friend who was into yoga and meditation? At any rate, the first time I ever smoked with him was VERY messed up. He had this huge water bong that he had fashioned out of a chemistry flask. We ended up smoking incredible amounts of weed...He was a mad man. He just kept putting pot on the bowl and we just kept smoking. He could smoke most people under the table. Eventually he gave out, and handed me the bag and said "Help yourself to whatever you want."
Now, being new to the culture and not entirely aware of the etiquette, I took this quite literally. I continued to pile weed onto the bowl. I smoked and I smoked...
Then I went into the common room and my friend was playing the piano like a psycho. I had been warned that he would play the piana...I had also been warned that he would ask me to play the harmonica. Sure enough, he asks me to play the harmonica with him. At this point, I got paranoid. I was convinced that both he and his wife made a cruel game out of this...They'd invite people over, get them good and stoned, and then get them to play the harmonica just so they could laugh at them. I resolved that I would NOT be prey to their game. I ended up hiding under a Douglas Fir tree that they had in their living room. Eventually, I slinked into the bathroom and locked myself in this room for several hours. Inside the bathroom was a radio playing NPR and Salvador Dali's "Hallucinogenic Torador" painting. What a trippy painting...(Google it if you need reference!)...
I eventually calmed down enough to leave the bathroom...Around 4:00 AM, and my friend and wife had coffee brewing and were watching television. Who has coffee going at 4:00 AM after being up all night??? I happily had a cup and apologized for my paranoia. Who could have guessed that these people would become my favorite people on the planet?
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Final story, smoking produces a fairly immediate reaction, at least within a few minutes. However, the oral ingestion of marijuana can lead to VERY intense effects, though they are slower in onset. I ended up brewing what is referred to as "Green Dragon." This is an alcoholic tincture of marijuana...
You take marijuana and boil it in a solution of alcohol (use a double boiler for safety!). You strain out the alcohol and consume. The beauty of green dragon is that it gets the THC into your system MUCH faster than other oral routes (like brownies). The Green Dragon is consumed, and I must add, it is HIGHLY alcoholic...We always used Golden Grain (99% alcohol). Upon consumption, you first feel the glow of the liquor. But that liquor glow eventually melts into a VERY strong stoning. By about one hour in, I have felt like I have been smoking pot for 8 consecutive hours.
On Green Dragon, I have seen people vomit green all over the floor and loose ALL coherence and sense of where they are. One person ended up talking like Sister Cleo for several hours and had absolutely no idea who they were or where they were. Powerful stuff, it really sneaks up on you. :)
Sesame, do you know the name of the herb???
In defense of people (though not TOO much of a defense...), dried herbs and plants can be difficult to distinguish from the fresh forms.
sesame
07-07-2008, 10:42 AM
Of course, I know the name and many properties of that herb, and many others that grow in different regions of Himalayas ...and some forests of Maharashtra.:p But I dont want to post them here or anywhere else. The next thing I will see is a patent on that herb and some stupid multinational owning it. Even the Army posted in the mountains have started to guard damn blades of grass (!!!) most jealously!.
I like to gather information on beneficial herbs. Its my hobby. ;)
hankhavelock
07-07-2008, 10:51 AM
Ultimately, sex matters very little against the backdrop of intimacy that I can experience under the influence of opium. :) And due to my own beliefs, I personally feel that drugs give us insight into things far greater than what sex gives us insight into.
Well, I believe you but thousands wouldn't :-)
sesame
07-07-2008, 11:14 AM
Ultimately, sex matters very little against the backdrop of intimacy. ...I believe it. To be intimate with somebody is a matter of the heart, or the mind really. Sex pertains to the flesh and bone body.:yes:
I personally feel that drugs give us insight into things far greater than what sex gives us insight into. Drugs actually doesnt give us anything. We just acquire the ability to remain conscious in an unexplored state of mind. Drug, Meditation or Discipline can only act as a vehicle.
hotfortrannies420
07-07-2008, 11:56 AM
Shmoking weed
shmoking wizz
doin cocke
drinkin beers beers beers
Rollin fatties
Shmoking blunts
who rolls the blunt
we roll the blunts
and who smokes the blunts
we smoke the blunts
Drugs actually doesnt give us anything. We just acquire the ability to remain conscious in an unexplored state of mind. Drug, Meditation or Discipline can only act as a vehicle.
Alright Sesame, that said, I rescind my previous statement. :) For me PERSONALLY, drugs have brought about much more revolutionary processes of mind than sex has ever accomplished...That said, sex CAN be a vehicle of awareness too, though it seldom is in our culture (thus my own, precursory conclusion that is perhaps unfounded!). Tantric sex is said to be a means of eliciting the divine...This is an area of interest, but again, my own disposition has always been drawn towards neuropharmacology as opposed to reproductive rituals.
From the discussion going on between GRH and Sesame I think there is a potential here to start at least 2 more threads. One on dreams and one on meditation as both GRH and Sesame have quite an interesting viewpoint and some interesting comments on these 2 subjects already.:respect:
From the discussion going on between GRH and Sesame I think there is a potential here to start at least 2 more threads. One on dreams and one on meditation as both GRH and Sesame have quite an interesting viewpoint and some interesting comments on these 2 subjects already.:respect:
Ila, we could start two threads, or for that matter, two separate forums on the topics. :) Dreams and meditation are very interesting and deep topics for me...I could write a book on some of my for what it is worth. Thanks for your interest.
sesame
07-07-2008, 11:38 PM
Then I went into the common room and my friend was playing the piano like a psycho. I had been warned that he would play the piana...I had also been warned that he would ask me to play the harmonica. Sure enough, he asks me to play the harmonica with him. At this point, I got paranoid. I was convinced that both he and his wife made a cruel game out of this...They'd invite people over, get them good and stoned, and then get them to play the harmonica just so they could laugh at them. I resolved that I would NOT be prey to their game. I ended up hiding under a Douglas Fir tree that they had in their living room.Amazing, ... and incredibly funny. Could you tell us more? You provide us with such an interesting reading! Thank you, Thank you, Thank you,
Un-put-down-able.:respect:
I can elaborate on that story a bit more...:)
My friend only played about three songs worth on the piano, I don't know if he knew more than that or not. Regardless, he played the same little tunes all the time, a combination of chords that he came up with. He would mesh in and out of these songs in a never-ending loop, all while playing the harmonica. That first night, something about the incessant piano playing reminded me of Nazi music (whatever that sounds like). I got it in my head that he and his wife were something akin to Adolf Hitler and Eva Braun, and it was their evil Nazi plot to indoctrinate me with the music so that I would eventually play music...And in doing such, I would make a fool of myself...Thus their Nazi ambitions would be realized.
Oh yes, I nearly left out another interesting thing from that evening. "Bodywork!" My friend, hell, I'll just call him by name...Michael. At any rate, Michael was very much into yoga and the concept of the body operating as a system. He was into this progressive relaxation/stretching regime that he called bodywork...He used to be a coach, and he would use it to rehabilitate athletes, stretch them out, increase their flexibility, etc. At any rate, when you're stoned and paranoid, the last thing in the world that you want is somebody offering to "work" on you, particularly if that involves them touching you in bizzarre ways.
Yes, I was F*CKED up. :yes: It's funny, because I would give just about anything to be able to play music now, it's been a few years since Michael passed away. It's ironic how petrified I was of him that first night, because he became my single greatest friend...I've never loved another man as much as I loved him. I guess it's fitting that I reveal his name, because if I continue to develop the discussion on drugs (and through that, revealing my own adventures), he plays an integral part for me. Don't worry Sesame, more stories and analysis is on the way...
sesame
07-08-2008, 01:19 PM
Problem solving with Meditation only, No Drugs.
Solution to problems:
In terms of meditation....(can I call it mental discipline?) say, I am trying to focus on one subject. I may directly enter a different state of mind where all else vanishes except the thing I am curious about. Actually I think we already know the answer to everything. We dont usually find the key due to mental clutter. When the turbid waters of the mind recede, the thing that remains is the truth. There is an all-knowing, calm part in our mind; and also a part which is afraid, weak and jealous. We become weak, possessive and obsessed when the weaker part of the mind is playing the upper hand. We win, love life and enjoy a carefree mood when the wise part of the mind is in control.
Creative Slumber
So it should be our endeavour that we spend more time in the wise part of the mind and not let the weak mind dominate our mood. Always be positive and jolly. Anyway, it is very common to feel a drowsiness take over when one attempts to meditate regularly. But even this sleep is good for us. I have often come up with solutions from dreams or visions in this kind of half dazed state. The problems which were bugging me, yet I couldnt crack them in my waking state, were solved in dreams. Many scientists, musicians, artists come up with brilliant ideas in their dreams. I think there is a reservoir of solutions in that state which lies between waking state and regular REM dreaming state. And this can easily be tapped during meditation. When one dozes off while sitting in meditation, his mind still remains conscious and focused. Some degree of awareness and control is necessary to bring back the memory intact to the waking state.
hankhavelock
07-08-2008, 02:06 PM
Come on, guys... instead of all this talk, shouldn't you really as true ladyboy lovers join me in the ever-on-going pursuit of the sweet darlings (in a wonderful way, obviously)? Here I am, charming the ladies the best I've learned, and you just sit here discussing the wonders of LSD... :turnoff:
In the end (pun intended) that's the biggest high you'll get! When you finally find her, touch her, feel her, kiss her and all the emotions you've had for so long inside explode in a symphony of "THIS IS JUST SO RIGHT! I LOVE HER! I LOVE HER! I LOVE HER!
Go find her, gentlemen! Even in the immensely boring West the little Goddesses are around! You just need to lure them out of their hiding. And they'll love you for it! Trust me on that one...
So no more talkin', talkin', talkin' - time for phase two: charmin', charmin', charmin'!
You're ready!
Peace and best wishes (just imagine Goddess B sitting alone at home dreaming of a gentleman who knows more than a bit about NOT bringing his date to Burger King). Sesame, my sweet friend, the holiday is over! Go get her ;-)
:respect:
H
sesame
07-08-2008, 02:36 PM
you just sit here discussing the wonders of LSD...
Correction, my friend; I am not discussing the wonders of LSD. Read my posts first.
I am talking about meditation
I am also very curious about the states of mind...
GRH here has many stories to tell about her curious adventures and I would like to hear them.
I am not supporting or encouraging use of drugs.
Its her own life and she can do whatever she pleases with it. She is an adult and responsible person. I am only curious about her experiences in altered state. Do you or anybody has any objection to our discussion?
We are not selling the stuff here, only discussing it!
sesame
07-08-2008, 03:18 PM
I had this tingling in my head, and I asked my friend about it. He said that everytime I felt a tingle, it was the explosion of some brain cells dying a violent, horrible death. That fucked with me a bit...But it never slowed me down...
Great Snakes! Are you kidding? That means you are slowly killing your brain! Therefore, I should warn you as a friend...
Meditation is painful in the beginning but infinitely helpful to Life. And DrugUse is blissful at start but Fatally harmful to life.
How can getting stoned make you more productive? All the experiences are in a period of stupor, which most possibly will be forgotten on sobering up. Explain this point to me from the drug point of view.
I don't think being stoned makes you more productive in truth. But many people will make claims such as that. What I DO think cannabis can do is make you more inclined to be productive in ways that you might not be inclined while sober. For instance, the desire to be creative and make music, to draw, to paint, to write. These are all activities that I seldom engage in, but reefer seems to bring them out of me. Other drugs can boost productivity because of a stimulant action, though...Ranging from coffee to coca to hard speed, the latter being nasty stuff that does more damage than good.
For all the stupor, that is one of the more difficult things about drugs. Retention and integration. Here I will generalize beyond simple cannabis and will include psychadelics and dissociatives. The experience is prone to being forgotten, and what IS remembered has to be integrated in a meaningful way. This assumes that you seek to get to the bottom of the rabbit hole and are not merely attempting to "get fucked up." Integration isn't easy, but probably more so than what any single memory could capture, the psychadelic consciousness is sort of like meditation-- expansive. As meditation unlocks doors of the mind, so too do drugs cast open the doors of perception. Perception is remolded and the experience remains emblematic of different and higher ways of thinking, perceiving, and living. In this context, the larger framework of the experience as a whole is more profound than singular memories that arise from it.
And Hank, we haven't even gotten to LSD yet, patience my friend. :) But as Sesame said, we're all big girls and boys around here...And our discussion shouldn't offend anyone, especially given that it's just that. An exchange of ideas and not of narcotics. Ultimately, ideas are far more dangerous. :yes:
Great Snakes! Are you kidding? That means you are slowly killing your brain! Therefore, I should warn you as a friend...
Meditation is painful in the beginning but infinitely helpful to Life. And DrugUse is blissful at start but Fatally harmful to life.
LOL, my friend! My friend is far from a brain scientist, he told me that just to fuck with me. As far as I know, marijuana doesn't have any harmful neurodegenerative effect. The same can't be said for all drugs though, alcohol among them. But to the larger issue at hand, drugs ARE in fact a Pandora's Box of sorts...With great pleasure comes the potential for great pain.
sesame
07-08-2008, 04:15 PM
My point is, if your mind is foggy, and your bliss vanishes when you sober up, you have nothing! No memories, some horrid experiences (like Carlos Castaneda saw himself getting eaten by a monster, in a drug induced state) and a shaken CNS (central nervous system): how does it help someone to become creative?
David Hume used it though!:p
Ila, we could start two threads, or for that matter, two separate forums on the topics. :) Dreams and meditation are very interesting and deep topics for me...I could write a book on some of my for what it is worth. Thanks for your interest.
I think you should start a thread, right away, on meditation. Both you and Sesame have a very good "conversation" going on this topic already.:respect: I've never tried meditating so I have been reading your posts about it trying to gain more insight into it.
marlowe
07-09-2008, 03:00 AM
I love coffee, with milk in the morning and black through the day. I got into coffee in Java, cups of wonderful black stew. Then time in Italy confirmed the addiction. I'm very fond of a shot of espresso every so often to keep things going. I get a bit wonky if I overdo it, eyes pinned back and a sort of throbbing sensation in the head. I have to be careful now later in the day or I never sleep.
I love the scene in the film "Wings of Desire" with Peter Falk (a fallen angel) and Bruno Ganz (an angel). They're standing at a kiosk and Falk is drinking coffee and smoking. Falk tells Ganz about the pleasures of being human and he says you can't imagine how good a cup of coffee and a cigarette is. When Ganz decides to be human the first thing he does is return to the kiosk and try coffee and a cigarette. A look of delight spreads on his face. Later he discovers love and kissing and other things; it's tough being human but it's better than being an angel.
Mmm..... coffee :) I think I'll have another cup now.
I love coffee, with milk in the morning and black through the day. I got into coffee in Java, cups of wonderful black stew. Then time in Italy confirmed the addiction. I'm very fond of a shot of espresso every so often to keep things going. I get a bit wonky if I overdo it, eyes pinned back and a sort of throbbing sensation in the head. I have to be careful now later in the day or I never sleep.
Reading this made me go make myself some cappuccino! Yummy
sesame
07-09-2008, 02:42 PM
I think you should start a thread, right away, on meditation. Both you and Sesame have a very good "conversation" going on this topic already. I've never tried meditating so I have been reading your posts about it trying to gain more insight into it.Done
But I would request GRH to go on with her astounding adventures in induced state. I find those experiences absolutely genuine, very personal and fascinating.
sesame
07-09-2008, 02:59 PM
Go on with your adventures and strange experiences in elated state. I and a host of other people are eagerly waiting for your fabulous stories. As for me, I am interested in your feelings, your fears, your perceptions, visions in such states. What did you see or feel? Also, the external events you described about when you walked several miles from ur campus and got to a hotel lobby...totally enthralling.
sesame
07-09-2008, 04:36 PM
Is anyone here a winemaker? I think wine made directly from fruits like plum, grapes, Blackberry, Elderberry, Raspberry, Loganberry, Stoneberry, Blackcurrant, Cherry, etc can be really matured for 30 to 50 years. They make real old wine.
While wine created from kits or grape extract last just about 2-3 years... they make light white wine.
My point is, if your mind is foggy, and your bliss vanishes when you sober up, you have nothing! No memories, some horrid experiences (like Carlos Castaneda saw himself getting eaten by a monster, in a drug induced state) and a shaken CNS (central nervous system): how does it help someone to become creative?
David Hume used it though!:p
The mind is not always foggy, nor are all memories gone, nor is the bliss. I have never had a "bad" trip. I have had MANY difficult trips. Difficult trips represent my own fears, anxieties, and hangups. These can become manifested in very frightening imagery, but I feel there is an opportunity to learn from ALL of these states of consciousness. I probably have a different perspective than many on this topic. I hold a more shamanistic view and I believe that some of what is seen is in fact true, if only on a Jungian level. Tapping into this other world allows us many great feats...The ability of time travel, the ability to interact with spirits, the ability to see reality with our normal filters removed.
As to becoming creative, I have written some of my greatest poetry under the influence...That is something I do not care to share right now. But beyond poetry, it is this altered state of consciousness which FUNDAMENTALLY changed the way that I look at the world, the way I perceive myself, and the way I perceive God. Some of these profundities arose because of a VERY difficult trip, yet that one experience remains to me, one of the single most profound and spiritual experiences of my life. (Don't worry, we can get to it eventually :) ).
Onward! To another class of psychoactives!
If there are no further questions on cannabis deriviatives specifically, I would like to move onto a new category of chemicals, this being the dissociative class. Dissociatives are sometimes considered psychadelics, but they are very unique from typical tryptamine and phenethylamine psychadelics. Classic psychadelics (LSD, DMT, Mescaline, Ecstacy, etc.) operate on what is pressumed to largely involve serotonin channels (if someone has more questions, I can look up more detailed info on the biochemistry). Point being, these psychadelics usually lead to a sense of "sensory overload." Some have described a classic psychadelic as removing the filter which helps limit what sensory inputs we experience. Thus under the influence of LSD, etc. a person may experience bizarre colors, auditory distortions, tactile sensations, and at the best...Complete ego dissolution. The classic psychadelics are said to be the "light, life affirming" side of the psychoactive spectrum.
Here is where dissociatives drastically differ. They are sometimes called the "dark side" of the spectrum. Dissociatives can lead to at some early stages to relaxation and then to a weird sense of being stoned. At higher levels, vision can become distorted or doubled, and complete ego dissolution is also possible accompanied by hallucinations, etc. However, the hallucinations are not guided by sensory input. Dissociatives lead to sensory shutdown. The ego becomes dissociated from the body. The vessel becomes very numb and the senses become useless. When this sensory shutdown accompanies ego dissolution, many become terrified. The experience is as if one has died. Therefore, dissociatives are credited with producing "near death" and "out of body" experiences.
Dissociatives have clinical uses in anethesia and veterinary medicine. Probably the most famous dissociative is PCP...This is a drug that I have tried to find for many years with no success. It is often presented as a liquid into which marijuana cigarettes are dipped. This practice sometimes leads a pot smoker to freak out because they have laced weed. In reality, this is VERY rare in today's market...PCP is very rare, I'm surprised they still include it on a NIDA-5 drug test. I used to joke that, "Maybe one day, I'd be lucky enough to find an unscrupulous dealer who would sell me some pot laced with PCP." LOL, I was never that lucky. ;)
A lot of the press regarding PCP is typical extremist propaganda. Generally, people under its influence were quite peaceful, it were those few bad apples that acted violently or incredibly stupidly that gave PCP a bad rep. I have heard anecdoctal evidence that PCP is a "psychadelic chainsaw" that is capable of transporting you to completely different worlds.
That said, what dissociative drugs do I have more direct knowledge of? Well, there is Ketamine, a verterinary and human anasthetic. Then there is Tiletamine, a veterinary anesthetic. There is Dextomethorphan HCL. Then there is Salvinorin A. To go into all these, that will take another post and some more time... :)
Ketamine and Tiletamine are both veterinary anesthetics, though the former is also approved for human use, particularly among burn victims. I'm not sure why its anesthesia is preferable in this class of patient. They are typically used as a liquid for injection, but among the using class, the vials can be emptied, the liquid evaporated, and the precipitate insulfated. Alternatively, you can sometimes score a vial prior to dilution, in which case you don't have to go through the pains of evaporation. And in even another alternative, if you are not phobic of needles and injectable drugs, you can always inject the solution.
Ketamine's biggest claim to fame was use by Jim Lily, a 1960's scientist who injected a lot of ketamine and also dappled with sensory deprivation. He supposedly developed these elaborate theories regarding dolphin communication under the influence-- to be honest, I don't know if his ideas hold up under modern scrutiny, but he was quite the pioneer, if a bit eccentric.
To be honest, neither of these drugs do I have a huge impression of. Ketamine intoxification has a stage called the "K-Hole." This represents that dividing line between being somewhat messed up and being completely dissociated from one's self. Personally, I find it peaceful and enjoyable. Some have freaked out...For a pop culture reference, Marilyn Manson penned a song titled "Dissociative" on his album "Mechanical Animals." My take is that he pretty much freaked out, assuming the song was inspired by ketamine, as he claims. The lyrics go, "I can never get out of here...I don't want to explode in fear...Dead astronaut in space..." While those sentiments do capture the feeling to some extent, they really represent the panic side of the spectrum. Again, this is not atypical, I guess I'm just more at peace leaving my body behind.
Tiletamine is registered ONLY for veterinary use, but those of us creative enough to see the structural similarities among drugs, and brave enough to venture where few have gone before, have sampled this substance. The trademark name is technically a combination of a dissociative and a benzodiazepine. This benzodiazepine is what scares me, because I don't have tons of experience with them, and they can, in the wrong combination, be fatal if taken to excess. Thus my dapplings with tiletamine were always done with caution. Anecdoctal reports that I have read suggest that IV use of this drug can be VERY powerful, moreso than ketamine, but I was much too paranoid to venture into this realm blindly.
I must say, it seems I am a Tiletamine hard-head of sorts. I could cut several lines of the stuff and feel pretty good. I would go into a numb, relaxed state and would usually drift off to sleep eventually. I sampled a few vials over the years and shared with some friends...EVERY friend who ever tried it with me had a MUCH more severe reaction than me. All participants insulfated a line or took the equivalent of a small oral dose. The few that tried it with me almost invariably got INCREDIBLY messed up. Many ended up completely stupid, muttering jibberish, tripping over themselves, etc. In all cases, I had to remind the people what we had done the night before and tell them that yes, they had taken some drugs, and yes, they had gotten really messed up. One guy ended up staying with me in a hotel miles away from where he started because there was no way he was going to make it home. I don't think he had any recollection of getting there, no recollection of throwing up in my car, etc. It's odd the physiological differences between us...Why two overweight men should react so much more profoundly than me, maybe it speaks to my own junkie disposition. At the minimum, it should suggest EXTREME caution if ever trying a substance, you never know how your body will react...Not necessarily how your friend's body reacts.
transgirllive1
07-10-2008, 04:40 AM
Correction, my friend; I am not discussing the wonders of LSD. Read my posts first.
I am talking about meditation
I am also very curious about the states of mind...
GRH here has many stories to tell about her curious adventures and I would like to hear them.
I am not supporting or encouraging use of drugs.
Its her own life and she can do whatever she pleases with it. She is an adult and responsible person. I am only curious about her experiences in altered state. Do you or anybody has any objection to our discussion?
We are not selling the stuff here, only discussing it!
what kind of drug she use
transgirllive1
07-10-2008, 04:43 AM
I'm just curious how many others among you like to partake in mind-altering substances? I will refrain from posting just all that I have dappled with, but assume that the list is long. :)
i do mutch drug i like to smoke weed evry day
transgirllive1
07-10-2008, 05:07 AM
but its legal in dutch :D
dude89
07-10-2008, 06:06 AM
i love mary jane:D
sesame
07-10-2008, 06:37 AM
vision can become distorted or doubled, and complete ego dissolution is also possible accompanied by hallucinations, etc. However, the hallucinations are not guided by sensory input. Dissociatives lead to sensory shutdown. The ego becomes dissociated from the body. The vessel becomes very numb and the senses become useless. When this sensory shutdown accompanies ego dissolution, many become terrified. The experience is as if one has died. Therefore, dissociatives are credited with producing "near death" and "out of body" experiences.
Pease explain in layman's terms:
1) complete ego dissolution
2) sensory shutdown
3) near death
Are you saying that out of the body and death are analogous?
#hallucinations are not guided by sensory input
I would like to point out here, that we see lucid dreams every night. Those visions are not sensory either. The mind or brain (?) shows it to us. In Dreams, We see colourful things, hear various sounds, stray words... feel the sense of touch, taste things, even smell fragrances! But we Do Not actually receive the stimuli through our sense organs (eyes, ears, nose, tongue, skin).
#vessel becomes very numb and the senses become useless
This also happens in deep meditation... where only consciousness remains... the feeling that "I AM" or "I EXIST" is only there. No memory that I am Mr. X, I look like that, I am of such and such profession, I am a king or a begger... no such egoistic feeling remain with us. Only the concentrated feeling of existence is there. One doesnt even feel the body any more. Yet this feeling is many times more powerful than the distracted consciousness we feel in our day to day life.
Would you consider such a sensation as Near Death?
1) Sesame, I found an interesting read for you...It's just the first article on the page. I don't know who writes it, but it seems to come from an Eastern perspective and not a drug one. That said, the man's description of ego dissolution largely matches my own:
http://www.intentblog.com/archives/2007/07/ego_and_its_dis_1.html
Complete ego dissolution is rare for me. Personally, I consider it to be that state where every conception of self breaks down-- where I cease to wonder "where am I?" or "who am I?" but I begin to wonder "what am I?" and eventually the "I" leaves the equation entirely. It's like kissing God in my estimation.
2) Sensory shutdown is a sort of relative term, and used more to describe dissociatives against the much more popular pschadelics. As pscyhadelics can be enhanced by sensory input, dissociatives largely ignore it. That said, you can "surface" even from the depths of dissociation and get fragments from the senses. In a future post, I will hope to make this explanation more clear through a personal description. All things considered, LOTS of our states of consciousness do not rely on sensory input, dreams included.
3) "Near death" is framework that some people have chosen to describe these frames of consciousness. That is not to say that people were necessarily close to dying, but they perceived this state of consciousness this way. For instance, as people lose touch with their bodies, they may not be able to tell that they are still breathing. Some people panic, some do not. But many interpret this frame of consciousness as feeling like a symbolic death of sorts. I think this is a useful framework to view the altered state in, but I suppose my own analytical nature coupled with my education of chemicals and their effect has always kept me from feeling "near death." I am an explorer, and I wish to push my consciousness to the very brink, thus I seek the highest doses I can without getting into lethal territory.
That said, I wouldn't call the meditative state "near death" anymore than I would the dissociative. I might say that the term "near death" could be an applicable framework for viewing either state of consciousness in. However, the primary difference is how one arrives at it. Meditation takes years of work. A dissociative can take you there on the first try. Perhaps this is why psychonauts have adapted the term "near death" to describe their sometimes paniced experiences whereas meditating gurus have not.
sesame
07-10-2008, 10:12 AM
In a future post, I will hope to make this explanation more clear through a personal descriptionPlease do that. You are not among fellow chemists. We can only learn from your personal experiences.
every conception of self breaks down-- where I cease to wonder "where am I?" or "who am I?" but I begin to wonder "what am I?" and eventually the "I" leaves the equation entirely. It's like kissing God in my estimation.
Thats impossible for ordinary human beings.Consider this, in drug induced state, only the reasoning of the mind and some sensory data processing centres, some memories are inhibited. So the person cant remember "who I am"... or, "where am I"... its like waking up in a dark room.
But the questions here are:
1) does he also forget of being human?
2) does he also forget of ever having a body?
3) If the Ego is dissolved, then who is asking the questions?
4) And to whom?
5) If there is no ego or previous memory, then where from comes the concept of "who" (=identity), where (=place), I am (=existence), when (=time) and finally, I (=ego)
Without any ego, there is no such thing as I, we, here, AND you, there, this or that. With an ego, there arises a feeling of separation from the rest of the universe. Me (I) and the rest of the world.
The bubble of I-ness or ego differentiates me from the outer world.
Even though I support Vedanta theory, I support the I-ness theory of Yoga and stand aside from Vedanta in the final stage. I dont want to be dissolved or annihilated into the Infinite. I wish to retain my separate identity. But... we can discuss about that at a later stage.
But the questions here are:
1) does he also forget of being human?
2) does he also forget of ever having a body?
3) If the Ego is dissolved, then who is asking the questions?
4) And to whom?
5) If there is no ego or previous memory, then where from comes the concept of "who" (=identity), where (=place), I am (=existence), when (=time) and finally, I (=ego)
Without any ego, there is no such thing as I, we, here, AND you, there, this or that. With an ego, there arises a feeling of separation from the rest of the universe. Me (I) and the rest of the world.
The bubble of I-ness or ego differentiates me from the outer world.
Even though I support Vedanta theory, I support the I-ness theory of Yoga and stand aside from Vedanta in the final stage. I dont want to be dissolved or annihilated into the Infinite. I wish to retain my separate identity. But... we can discuss about that at a later stage.
At its purest, ego dissolution negates the concept of "human" and "body" alike. Even the premise of asking questions becomes silly. You become the question, and you become the answer simultaneously. You become all that ever was, is, and is to be. "You" (in the formal sense") simply ARE...Simply EXISTING.
Here we will diverge, as the final implications of Vedanta I hold close and have experienced. This is where I have gotten into conflict with much Western religion, that perptetual attachment to identity. I think many come close, but they wish to deny the final truth, out of their own selfish desire to retain that fundamental sense of ego...That fundamental sense of being something "special" and "separate." That said, it is a nice attachment to cling to, and I fault nobody for it. But I'm not convinced that "I" in the sense that I currently perceive myself to be will ever exist beyond this moment. The remainder of this philosophical discussion would probably be better suited to your meditation thread, Sesame. :)
sesame
07-10-2008, 03:44 PM
The remainder of this philosophical discussion would probably be better suited to your meditation thread, Sesame.Done, go see it.
Tell me about your experience.:yes:
Alright Sesame, I much appreciate your response! I promise that I will respond and also share some of my own bizarre, non-drug-induced dreams soon. :) That said, in the interest of advancing our drug discussion here, and your own interest in my personal experiences, I think I will cover Salvinorin A next.
Salvinorin A is the active constituent of Salvia divinorum, a member of the sage/mint family. The plant is native to the Oaxaca region of Mexico and has been used in divination rituals and what not for many hundreds of years. It was recently discovered (within the past several years) that Salvinorin A is actually a dissociative pharmacologically speaking, but its mechanism for action is quite distinct from the other drugs discussed thus far...
Salvia (as an herb) is generally ingested in one of two forms. It can be smoked, either in the pure form, or in a concentrated extract (which intensifies concentrations of Salvinorin A). It can also be chewed as a quid and absorbed sublinguillaly. The smoked route is a faster and more intense means of onset; the oral route is slower in onset and requires more initial starting material, but can lead to an equally profound and longer lasting experience.
The majority (but far from all) of my experience with this substance comes from using various preparations of extract that are smoked, though I have dappled with the oral mode of delivery. When smoking, the drug requires a unique technique...You need to apply as much heat as possible for as long as possible. And you need to hold the smoke in as long as possible. Vaporized Salvinorin A is not highly soluble, nor is it readily vaporized...This is why intense heat is required to make it smokeable. It's not the most pleasant of smokes... Perhaps it is best to start with my very first trial run...
Once upon a time, I had a potent 30x extract and was at the beach. It was nighttime (roughly 11 PM) and there wasn't a car in sight. I put some Salvia atop a pipe and smoked it as described above. I began to feel this incredible head rush and got this sudden compulsion to get out of the car and explore. I was very stupid then. :) At any rate, I left my vehicle and went shoreside. Along the beach, anywhere I walked I could see glowing footprints. I could trace my name or a picture in the sand and see a glowing trail of where I painted. It turns out, this night was blessed with one of a few, rare diatomic tides that come to the area. But I knew nothing of that under the influence, in fact, I didn't know if the "glowing" was me hallucinating or not. It took me awhile (and a sober perspective) to eventually piece everything together in a logical fashion...It just so happens that some diatoms will "glow" when agitated...And I had the fortune of coming upon them while incredibly high...
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marlowe
07-12-2008, 01:27 AM
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LMAO, :) ! That's atypical for me. Despite being tempted to edit my post, I will leave it, because that represents the BAD things drugs can do to you. Let that be an education to anyone tempted to wander into the drug world. The long post of jibberish is the result of nodding off in a blackout. Sometimes it can be brought on by alcohol, sometimes from too much morphine. All in all, not a "bad" drug experience, but not a good one either. What makes this ironic is that I usually drift off and still maintain some coherence. I'll sometimes have some weird posts to find the next morning, but THIS is the worst ever. My memory stops right where my legibility stopped. I remembered talking about Salvia and the beach, and that is where my memory leaves me. I must have passed out at the computer and awoken later...Because I did make it to bed last night and managed to unplug the computer and shut it down.
I will finish my description of Salvia at a later point this weekend, it probably won't be today though because I have a date with destiny which will keep me rather preoccupied for the next 24 hours or so.
sesame
07-12-2008, 02:27 PM
Congrats, you are positively screwed up!
You start writing coherently on a topic and suddenly your fuse goes off! Then it cant be that enjoyable after all... whatdoyousay?:p No memory after diatoms, eh? Memory fails after relating the beach episode?
But then, who submitted the post to this forum? Who shutdown the computer and took you to bed? ... ...
Allow me to explain.:yes:
I have often noticed that there is another part of my mind that is also sentient and capable of reacting within a split second. This second part... lets call it, manas, is there simultaneously along with the usual conscious mind. And I am not talking about the subconscious or unconscious mind. This manas is with us even in the waking state. We seem to be in control of the conscious mind. But this manas part can think for itself and is always ready to help us. But the conscious mind supresses it and pretends that it had never existed. The conscious mind holds our memories, our fears, conditioned reflexes, inhibitions and lethargy. Whereas the manas is lightning fast, it doesn't vacillate on a decision, has no fear or inhibition. All athletes, martial artists, people who develop a skill to an automatic state, make use of manas. The action just unfolds itself independent of our reasoning process; this action actually explodes from manas. We surprise ourselves, we become stunned at the display of our own hidden skill! What was that? That was manas, and its the untapped part of you!
As Kungfu legend Bruce Lee once said, "It hits all by itself!"
sesame
07-14-2008, 04:42 PM
Psssst! GRH! Hey! Coooeeee!
No ones answering! May be she is in an euphoric state and got her ego completely dissolved! GRH, geeky, pharmacopeia... come ye down to our mortal realm from thine High Abode.
twistedone
07-14-2008, 10:03 PM
Its been a long time, over 10 years since I've used any kind of mind-altering substance (drugs and alcohol).
I'd much prefer to experience things with a clear head.
Sesame, my apologies, I’ve been quite distracted over the past few days. At any rate, I haven’t forgotten you or our discussion. Regarding the other evening, I had too much to drink and blacked outâ€"the subsequent days I was on my “throne on Highâ€? and too removed to bother with things such as the internet. Regarding your explanation of “manasâ€? I do not dispute this. Personally, the self is amazing of doing a variety of things even when not conscious. It’s like the individual is capable of going into some sort of survival modeâ€"regarding my own post, I have no memory of the jibberish, much less of turning off the computer or making it to bed. Yet somehow, I did all of these things. Memory is just another temporal expression of larger truth.
To continue where we left off, Salvinorin A requires a very high temperature to be effectively volatilized. Thus, if smoking Salvia, you need to keep a high amount of heat to the herb for as long as possible. Further, the solubility of Salvinorin A is not high within the human, thus it is to your advantage to hold the smoke in as long as possible. In years of working with Salvia in different contexts, I can say that I have reached some conclusions…
It is a dissociative substance, albeit a very powerful one. It takes effect VERY quickly, and the altered state can be quite disconcerting, particularly how quickly it comes on. Salvia does not last long, but the ten minutes (sometimes more, sometimes less) can be terrifying if you don’t know what to expect. I don’t consider it a recreational substance at all. Very few people have a “good� time. In my own experience, I always hear voices. The voices are always the same, more or less. It’s the same type of voice…Always beckoning me towards something deeper. I have experienced this under a variety of circumstances, ranging from full light to total darkness, from completely sober to completely messed up. Music becomes “deconstructed,� in fact, I felt like I could lie down within the music, if that makes any sense. (I doubt it does, that’s the sort of sensation that only comes with having felt it!) Eventually, music loses all meaning. I always felt that the consistency of the voices I heard represented some greater truth…Perhaps this represents “universal consciousness� or some sort of Jungian archetype.
The next dissociative that I would care to explore in depth is DXM, or dextromethorphan HCL. This is the dextro isomer of a molecule; interestingly enough, the levo isomer of the same molecule is a VERY potent opiate. For whatever reason, the dextro isomer lacks the full narcotic set of properties, but is a powerful dissociative. DXM has the potential to cause a unique type of brain damage called Olney’s legions, if done in excess and too often. This said, it’s the sort of substance best used in moderation and with extreme caution.
DXM is unique in that it causes a finite set of stages of intoxication, called “plateaus.� The first level (plateau) produces relaxation and slightly altered vision. The final stage (fourth plateau) produces complete dissociation. The means of dosing is fairly well established on a mg/kg basis. There IS a lethal dose, thus caution should be exercised in dosing. Given my own tendency, I ALWAYS lean towards the highest level possible without dying, so I can’t comment very much on the lower levels of intoxication…
I can say that at the highest levels of dosing, very strange things happen. The whole body becomes numb and sedated. I have drifted off to music at this point. Usually at some point, I end up vomiting, as DXM is somewhat nauseating. (I don’t consider vomiting to be a “bad� thing per say, it is merely a consequence of energy transformation.) At any rate, I have had complete ego dissociation under this substance. To give you an idea of what I mean when I say “sensory shutdown,� let me relate this to you…
At one point I got up and meandered around the house. I bumped into walls, stumbled, tripped, etc. I was told that my eyes were closed some of the time. The thing was, I couldn’t tell the difference between when my eyes were closed versus when they were open. My eyes were useless a good bit of the time, regardless of whether they were open or closed. I was in my own world. My partner got paranoid at one point and put me in a cold bath…I was very hot, and the paranoia was that I might be overheating. During this incident, I would surface every now and then and be like, “WTF am I doing in the bath? Why am I wet???� I would get the answer, then phase out again, only to come to a few minutes later with the same set of questions, very freaked out to be in a bathtub. It was a very interesting state of consciousness.
During this state of consciousness, I experienced a variety of interesting perceptions. I had religious insights and had several “Jesus complex� types of hallucinations involving the crucifixion. I also experienced my “dream house� and had a general feeling of floating. The negative to this state of being is the lack of memory that accompanies the highest levels of being. At the highest levels, there tends to be an amnesiac effect, thus one’s ability to retain memory of the trip is necessarily limited to some degree.
sesame
07-16-2008, 04:32 AM
The negative to this state of being is the lack of memory that accompanies the highest levels of being. At the highest levels, there tends to be an amnesiac effect, thus one’s ability to retain memory of the trip is necessarily limited to some degree.I can guess what this highest level of being is. Its "Deep sleep state". Psychologists are of opinion that dreams stop here, and there is no more REM rapid-eye-movement(which is an aspect of dreaming state). They also say that all functions of the mind stop at the deep sleep state. But Yoga Adepts say that like conscious or dreaming state, which is full of multiple levels of mind vibrations, Deep sleep state is also a kind of mental vibration. But in this state, only one vibration remains. Yogis also say that in Deep sleep, the soul transcends all the 4 sheaths and rests in the Anandamaya Kosha or Blissful sheath, so there is a feeling of euphoria or bliss when we wake up from deep sleep. (Kosha = Sheaths of the soul, as in Panchakosha vivek of Vedanta)
But alas, GRH, its not the highest state of being. In yoga, the highest state is Suddha Sattwa or Purest Good ... total independance or Kaivalya (I like it :respect:); and in Vedanta, which goes to extremes... the highest state is destruction of all sheaths of the soul, until nothing but Attributeless God remains. (not my cup of tea)
sesame
07-16-2008, 04:56 AM
In my own experience, I always hear voices. The voices are always the same, more or less. It’s the same type of voice…Always beckoning me towards something deeper. I have experienced this under a variety of circumstances, ranging from full light to total darkness, from completely sober to completely messed up. Music becomes “deconstructed,� in fact, I felt like I could lie down within the music, if that makes any sense. (I doubt it does, that’s the sort of sensation that only comes with having felt it!) I read and liked your experiences with Saliva, err... Salvia;). About that hearing voices thing, I have so much to say... but I would like to write about that in my meditation thread as that would be more appropriate.
Now, lets rock about that musical experience you talked about. Hmm, In Yoga culture, music is regarded a very high place, as it ensnares the mind and tends to bring it to a focus. One branch of Laya Yoga is all about listening to inner music or the voice of silence as they call it! Nada Yoga! Nada being the music of the soul, that is being incessantly played inside all of us! It ranges from cricket's call to thunder clap, from musical instruments to the sound of giant ocean waves.
Anyway, lets not drift into that now. M-u-s-i-c! When I am half asleep and hear some music being played nearby, I feel as if music is a corporeal substance. It is like a blanket or a gust of hot wind... yes, it has a feeling of warmth which is trying to envelop me. Slowly the music builds up around me or wraps me up like a cocoon. The cocoon begins to vibrate and tries to transport my body and mind to a High, a state of Resonance. A Rapport is like an agreement with the music. One sort of Union or oneness.:hug:
sesame
07-16-2008, 04:11 PM
Ok, this is the special formula you requested, Prof. "Higher-and Higher" :D
Let me tell you about some of it's properties.
It's physical appearance is dark red to black.
Its an amino-acid staining Diazo-Dye
Used extensively in forensics to detect
the presence of blood; it turns the proteins in blood into a deep blue-black color. This substance is readily soluble in water and methanol. With picric acid it can be used for the detection of collagen and reticulin.
That said, ;)
the ball is now rolling in your court. Mwahuahuahaha :lol:
jimnaseum
07-16-2008, 11:46 PM
I used to cross-dress and smoke crack.
For sex adventures my drug of choice was alcohol.
I used to smoke crack and get fucked from behind...WOW!!! What an experience! I used to love it!. At any rate, eventually the cocaine took over, and my sex drive was killed...
I couldn't even begin to be sexual on cocaine today...It would make me limp faster than images of my grandmother naked... :)
jimnaseum
07-17-2008, 02:06 PM
Ditto
Health and Fitness (if you can find it)
vibesfan
07-17-2008, 02:51 PM
I was in my teens in the 60's and saw too many other kids nodding off in school class. At that time I came to the conclusion that drugs were a sucker bet. I happily stayed away from all of it. I did used to drink beer,but stopped that about 25 years ago after a particularly bad hangover. Many of the people that I knew then now have prsion records and health issues, heart , lungs liver etc.Also mental health issues. It is best for anyone to stay away from substance abuse of any kind.
sesame
07-17-2008, 03:39 PM
I couldn't even begin to be sexual on cocaine today...It would make me limp faster than images of my granny naked... :lol:
Does drug has anything to do with sexuality?:eek:
sesame
07-17-2008, 04:17 PM
We wanna wanna wannna wanna hear your experiences!:yes:(fan style)
Please oh, pleeeeease!:rolleyes: (sweet girl style)
When the fug are you goin to speak up, dammit!(impatient drunkard style)
Citizens of Trans City, may I have your attention please,
I present you Geeeee ARrrrrrrr Eich!(You're on stage!)
carnival style;)
Ho ho ho, Let it snow, let it flow, let it go...
Its Christmas time! Tis' the hour of charity...
(Santa style):rolleyes:
We implore thee, reveal before us brethren...
Your holy mystic visions... and open for us...
the door to sanctuary!
Mormon style
Oh C'mon, GRH, dont make us suffer...
We like you and your stories.
Open your treasure chest now.
my style
Sesame...
Patience my friend. My love affair with cocaine could take volumes of posts...Soon enough...We should first cover the beauty of other psychadelics like LSD, Mescaline, DMT, etc. There's probably some other miscellaneous drugs to be thrown in too. But soon enough, we WILL get to that bitch called cocaine. It's a very personal relationship for me, so don't rush it...We will all get a view of the degeneracy of addiction soon enough... :)
WowME
07-18-2008, 12:08 PM
I smoke weed from time to time..but im a singer so i try not to too often
sesame
07-19-2008, 01:00 PM
GRH, have you ever experienced a total blackout?
Like you dont have so many hours or days of total blank?
These hours are unaccounted for, you have no memory or knowledge of what you did during that period. It can be that you were sleeping like a baby; or it may so happen that your friend or neighbour tells you what miracles you have been performing during those happy moments. ;)
Absolutely, and many times. It is one of the scarier aspects of heavy drinking for me. Some people don't seem to suffer from them, but I'm not that person. I used to never have them, but when I began practicing blow jobs on the end of half-gallons, they became a new means of being conscious for me. (Or lack thereof perhaps.)
Generally I black out and come to having been asleep somewhere, usually having had a pretty docile evening. But I have been known to get aggressive, bitter, or self-loathing. Some of my darker days in life have been those instances where I have to be told what I did the night before. My darkest days are my own-- not something I share with just anyone. But to give you an idea of the type of insanity that I don't mind sharing, one night I called a friend and was apparently babbling on these suicidal and homicidal notions. I ended up passing out during the conversation, in the process, knocking over some plants and dropping the phone, but leaving it off the hook. So when the friend tried to call back, she couldn't get through and assumed I had killed myself. This took place in my basement. I came to the next morning on the second story of my home. I had no memory of the conversation, no memory of even calling her, much less of passing out in the basement, and eventually making it upstairs. Crazy times...
I promise that I haven't been ignoring you or the topic Sesame, I've just been lacking in the proper motivation the past couple of days. I've been sick and not feeling completely 100 percent.
sesame
07-20-2008, 05:25 PM
I ended up passing out during the conversation, ....assumed I had killed myself. This took place in my basement. I came to the next morning on the second story of my home. I had no memory of the conversation, no memory of even calling her, much less of passing out in the basement, and eventually making it upstairs.Bah! What a nice friend you have got there! She assumes you to be committing suicide and doesn't call 911 or care to help you in any way!:no:
Regarding these blank spaces in memory... its really scary... or may be not... just weird! How can blank spaces be a part of life? I consider consciousness to be the foremost sign of life. You must have drifted off to deep sleep state during such moments. But how you got back upstairs, I cant tell. Perhaps you forget them like people forget their dreams most of the time.
GRH, my dear, take good care of your health. You know what people say? Health is wealth. And thats absolutely true. I think physical well being is a projection of a healthy mind. So, take very good care of yourself.:hug:
sesame
07-21-2008, 03:49 PM
Heal my friend, be good.
Be up and running, dont brood.
Shine on us with your smile.
Not sorrow, but Joy is your style.
Be with us Gwen, all the while.
:hug::p
TrodX
07-21-2008, 09:11 PM
Alas Hank, drugs have ALWAYS gotten me off better than sex ever could. :) To each their own though...
no doubt. nothing beats a bong hit and then sucking some shemale cock.
sesame
07-22-2008, 05:04 AM
This is it! GRH, if you dont post soon enough, I will go over to your house and force feed some Health Tonic down your throat.:censored:
Are you Okay?
A part of me was hesitant to post this, but if this thread is TRULY to explore drugs, we must explore all parts. Including the nasty coming down parts. Thus, here is an entry from my journal that explains my rather lackluster whereabouts as of late:
Friday, or is it? Been on a run for awhile now, a combo of opiates and LOTS of liquor. That sweet acrid fire, that brings warmth as it flows down the esophagus-- my bottle is sitting in the open. The boss has left for the day, at least I think. The heat of the greenhouse invites no greater desire than to keep drinking. Granted, my productivity isn't quite as high while I'm like this. In fact, I've barely gotten anything done all day...
My dog is barking. Someone is banging on the door of the greenhouse. I come to, where am I? Still in the greenhouse...What have I been doing...Passed out on the floor apparently. There is the impression of the rock floor over half of my body. I stagger to the door and open it to reveal an enraged spouse...
Later that night, after some fighting, I stumble outside into a thunderstorm. I shield my cigarette from the rain and begin hurling profanities at the sky. I dare God to strike me with lightning. Is this all He has? Can an allegedly omnipotent being not even do this? Why can't He kill me...If he even exists. I notice that my neighbor who was sitting on his screened porch has gone inside upon my dialogue with the rain. (The irony is, as I find out the next day, that two people WERE struck simultaneously during this storm and not too many miles away...Both were killed instantly.)
Saturday...Coming to. I'm down to the last inch of the half gallon, the last inch of hope. I've got to hold out, more than anything, I've just got to stop this madness. As the day progresses, the withdrawal slowly comes on. Alcohol WD can take anywhere from five to twelve hours to start, it is accentuated by being the type of drinker who drinks and doesn't eat. That has been my tendency of late, sometimes eating only a small meal a day and passing out before dinner. It starts with pulses and spasms in my legs, a weird feeling as if my legs aren't in full control. It's like small jolts of electricity travel up and down my legs and slowly migrate towards the arms...
Dizziness kicks in about the same time as the shakes. The night is fitful at best, it feels like I'm crawling out of my skin. I'm exhausted but can't sleep at all. The minutes slowly crawl off the clock as I toss and turn. I can't get comfortable. I'm so hot, but paradoxically, I'm cold too. I want to wrap up in a blanket, but I have to kick it off in a sweat-drenched pool of foulness after a few minutes. Between the fitful sweating and the minute-by-minute clock watch, I toss and turn as my body spasms and jolts. Anxiety wracks my brain. A few times I think I'm hearing things, or am I? Faint voices in the night that blur into one another...
About 4:00 AM it's time for my medicine. That last inch of hope may be my only chance of settling my nerves for a few days. It works for awhile and I'm able to relax and nearly to doze. But with the advent of dawn, back are the symptoms and my head is pounding and my stomach twisted in knots. My what a drink would do for me right now...
rhythmic delivery
07-22-2008, 05:16 PM
i used to be full time drug fiend, although i have long since givin it up, i ocasionaly smoke a few joints now. but i'm still a heavy user of the worlds number 1 drug alchohol, i fucking love it cold beer is the greatest invention ever.
sesame
07-22-2008, 06:08 PM
My what a drink would do for me right now...Come on, not again! Get out of this torment once and for all. Get a good detox, drink a lot of water, herbs that are good for the nerves might be of considerable help.
Dont be so angry. When I am angry at God, I know that I am angry at myself. When I judged myself too much or mentally criticized all my actions, life appeared colourless. Now I am in peace with myself and the world is beautiful again. Life still has its ups and downs, it will always be like that. But life is a miracle and every second is worth living. This world is magnificent and I have explored so little of it.:rolleyes:
Be good.:hug:
jimnaseum
07-22-2008, 08:38 PM
If I could choose, sex would be part of a beautiful life - health, marriage, children, career, house, money, strength, etc. That's not the way it turned out.
If you like to cum, You will LOVE to smoke crack.
Smoking a big rock is like cumming only 10 times more intense, it's crack man! It gets you really high! Why do you think people throw away their lives for it?
I have a pituitary malfunction that robs me of a certain "quality of life" I've had to make up my own. I've had to live off certain "moments"
There are lots of worse sex lives than perverts, serial rapists, child molesters. Like old or sick guys that get off on their computers. But you have to look at the big picture and do the best you can. Live the best life you can, only you can choose. Divorce rate in the US is 80% now. Ozzie and Harriet make $550,000/yr. Use common sense and play the hand you're dealt. My crack dealer was a whore and got murdered. She said she didn't regret a thing, she had some great times, she had tons of friends and enemies. I wouldn't suggest you smoke cocaine, but I wouldn't suggest you suck strange dick either. Over Out.
Aah Sesame, in the depths of withdrawal, a drink sounds real good, because it can stop the suffering...
But as they say, the way out is through...
And jimnaseum, you are quite right. Crack is very orgasmic and cheaper than a prostitute. And the crash comes on about as fast as coming down off an orgasm. In my opinion, both are cheap thrills fueled by base desire. Crack is an evil she-devil. I danced with her many times in the past and will eventually describe some of the crazier times. I definitely would advise anyone curious to stay the fuck away from the stuff. It does feel good, and one hit, or even ten won't necessarily get you addicted. But it could, and even if the first time doesn't get you, it's the beginning of a subtle, elusive slide.
jimnaseum
07-23-2008, 12:03 AM
I spent many a time on my hands and knees brushing carpet for a rock I might have dropped after my stash was all gone. I had just sold a house, and had lots of money. My dealer was good at one thing: knowing where the best product in town was. Part of the thrill was driving her down to the drug area of town and scoring. A police car hit it's siren right behind us right after she had bought a few hundred dollars worth of rock and jammed it down her pants. I looked in the rear-view and the two cops were staring at each other, the light had changed so I took off. That's how close I came to sitting in jail 3 years. I also got ripped off and even robbed.
I should tell you about my Heroin dealer and how I died with her....twice.
All of this happened when I was on a downward slide anyway, and yes, I'm on a disability retirement now, probably from Lyme disease, so all those days are long long gone.
Oh yes, the old carpet crawling ritual. After I really got hooked good, I would carpet crawl for hours after the drugs and money ran out. It got to where very few people wanted to get high with me, because I would freak them out during the crash. But I dig what you are saying, there is a real thrill to "the hunt." And as crazy as it sounds, there's that primal fight-or-flight response that kicks when you have to run from the cops or bullshit them. It got to where I was nothing but a paranoid freak on the stuff. As to your own situation, bad to hear that you're disabled, but glad to hear that you're off the girl and boy. They're rough to ride.
sesame
07-23-2008, 08:10 AM
I also got ripped off and even robbed.
I should tell you about my Heroin dealer and how I died with her....twice. Yessss... sounds like a story that reaches deep dark areas.
Tell us more.
My crack dealer was a whore and got murdered. She said she didn't regret a thing, she had some great times, she had tons of friends and enemiesWhat a character! A jewel in the ashes!:p
jimnaseum
07-23-2008, 08:30 AM
ha ha, I'll save my best stories for the "Burnt out Druggies Forum" when I find it, I do believe that the Amphetamine Drag Queen Syndrome is an important chapter in the history of Gender crossing, and it's good to address it here, I'm sure the way to go today is to get a good doctor to write out scrips for Adderall and Cymbalta in between your stops at the gym and yoga class.
Maybe in the wee hours I'll recount some old adventures.
No doubt, many transgendered individuals have dealt with substance abuse and addiction...It's not the easiest of feelings to come to terms with. But I won't use that as my excuse. I set out to try every drug I could, and as crazy as it sounds, I WANTED to see what addiction is like, I wanted to probe the dark underbelly of the beast.
jimnaseum
07-25-2008, 07:33 PM
I smoked pot and did acid in High School, late sixties, but I always did my homework and kept up appearances, I was pretty quiet and wanted to maintain a low profile, so smoking pot and being a square was a nice balance to not get labeled or ridiculed. By my early thirties, I had the townhouse way out in the 'burbs and my job, I'd drifted away from my tight circle of friends, it was get up, drive to work, go home. Then my big boss made a real mistake. He gave me a week off wothout pay because I had been over 5 minutes late 10 times over 6 months. That pissed me off. It was obvious he did it because I had long hair and didn't laugh at his jokes, he got another guy that was a non-Republican also. So I get mad AND get even! It started with snatching 20 bucks on Saturdays so I could go to Red Lobster for A NY Strip and schooner of draft beer for lunch. Then I had a scheme where I could embezzle about $100/day, which was pretty nice for the early eighties.
At this time Washington DC had a mayor named Marion Barry who was famous for smoking crack and fucking whores........
There was a string of ALL-NUDE strip clubs along 14th St. where you could walk to 10 bars. I'd been to lots of titty bars, but these places were pretty intense. For a hundred bucks, you could buy 6 beers and tip 65 dancers. Most of the bars had stages or little tables where the girl would writhe around 6 guys with her snatch 2 inches from your nose, or you could sit in the back in the cheap seats and watch it all from afar. I swear I saw Robert Novak there once.
Anyway, I'd tip the waitresses and dancers alot, so I got popular, it wasn't my money, so I was having a blast, I could save up some real money and paint the town red. I saw all kinds of shit, cat fights on stage, amateur 18 year old chicks from rubeville getting drunk and climbing on stage, bouncers THROWING guys out, and I do mean THROWING...bouncers throwing nekkid chicks out on the sidewalk, I fell in love, I got my eyes scratched out, I was after some dancers and some were after me.
After clubbing, 3AM, you could drive down 14th st and the traffic was bumper to bumper, completely illuminated, and whores jammed the sides of the streets. Girls came from all over cause the police were so lax, $20 for a blowjob, $40 for a half and half. One nite I got 6 blowjobs in my car. The trans-sexuals at that time were really rude and pushy, they'd jump in your car and literally try to steal your wallet brazenly. I liked the drug-chix as opposed to the g-string stilettos types. They wore salvation army type clothes, but with shirts unbuttoned and stuff. You could tell a whore just by the way she walked from 2 blocks away. It was like shopping. Flesh Supermarket. I met some crazy chicks. I sampled all the varieties I could, black, white, foreign, fat, pregnant, young, old. Drunk, I went into some places I would never go sober, weird shit.
I got gonnorhea once, a bad nasty strain, the morning of my Dad's funeral I woke up to find blood and puss in my underwear. My Dad's health had been declining this whole time, so this downward spiral of mine wasn't completely because I'm white trash, there were emotional things going on, like there always are.
It was later I got into narcotics with whores, they're more about drugs than sex. Lots of the girls from the clubs were out on the streets after they shut all the worst clubs down, so I'd pick up a white whore, we'd score dope and then hole up in some room somewhere. Big Fun
sesame
07-26-2008, 02:13 AM
Fabulous! Amazing! Gripping story!
Thank you for telling us Niches and Glitches from your own life. You have been through some dazzling, eye-popping, mindboggling crazy... crazy time! You've been a Lucky bull, psychedelically speaking!
Aphrodisiacally experienced, you're a real Pro!
Lots of the girls from the clubs were out on the streets after they shut all the worst clubs downThats really bad! What a pity! Good things never last long!:no:
Googly goo!
Wriggly woo :p
sesame
07-26-2008, 03:26 AM
Marijuana or, Cannabis leaf surface under an electron microscope.
The long hairy cells contain mostly calcium carbonate crystals. The Glandular cells (Trichomes) are of two kinds: (capitate trichomes) the ones with stalks like tiny phalluses ;), & peltate trichomes (merged to the leaf surface). Trichomes secrete a resin containing tetrahydrocannabinol, which is the real juice that makes cannabis desirable (to those who prefer a Higher seat in the drama of life) :D
jimnaseum
07-26-2008, 05:55 PM
What was once a pop culture phenomenon is now a science.
http://hightimes.com/
After writing that story, I see now my most interesting characters are also the most tragic. Hmmmm
sirhardcore
07-27-2008, 09:23 AM
ok, here we go...
alcohol, weed, nicotine, caffeine, diazepam, oxazepam, clonazepam, bromazepam, alprazolam, clobozam, nitrazepam, temazepam, midazolam, lorazepam, zolpidem, heroin, atropine, morphine, codeine, dihydrocodeine, methadone, fentanyl, opium, oxycodone, gabapentin, lsd, ketamine, 2c-b, 2c-i, 2c-e, kava, amphetamine, methylamphetamine (powder and freebase), methylphenidate, mdma, mda, promethazine, nitrous, cocaine, ether, volatile solvents, betel, diphenhydramine, dimenhydrinate...
most addictive: diazepam
most intensely fucked-up/dangerous: zolpidem (only for a small % of the population however - this includes me - but it 'wins' the craziest award by so far it's not funny)
the one i desperately need to stop: alcohol (i have a big big problem with it)
most soul destroying/pointless: freebase meth
best fun: ketamine
the king: weed
jimnaseum
07-27-2008, 09:57 PM
Hey Keith Richards!
CAROL
I met Carol walking to my car during the start of a snowstorm. I had been up two days with an eightball of blow, and was walking from a strip club that was just called "Go Go" I think, it was an all black club, practically. Carol was leaning against the wall of a McDonalds. When I get drunk I make really bad jokes, so I was blathering continually while we drove to the Desolation Row Apts. Where the heat pipes moan and groan and hiss nonstop. Carol liked Heroin. While we were lying in bed, she put the ashtray on her belly, and my cigarette fell off and almost start a brushfire down there. We were so stoned it took a while to realize it. I drove home and the snow storm turned into a blizzard and on my third day without sleep I found myself stranded in a parking lot near work, and luckily caught a ride home with a friend who had four wheel drive,
Date two I found her walking in the park near the strip clubs and we drove to her room accross the river. She was a tad dopesick,and of course I was drunk, so as we lay there at the beginning I started brushing her hair back from her face with my hand like you'd do a sick kid. Carol was Lebanese, she had a little ski-jump nose, but she could be quite beautiful at times. When we got into "doing it" Diane whipped the snappin gyro on me. For those that don't know, thats when the women milks your cock with her pussy muscles and she was quite the pro at it, I didn't know what was going on. Later I went into the bathroom for some quiet time and she came up behind me and squeezed a zit on my face while I was looking in the mirror. This could have been un-nerving, but the way she did it was very intimate or something, it put me off. We were standing back in the room after that about 4 feet apart just looking at each other. and the heat from her crotch was bathing my legs in heat, like standing next to an oil stove. This was surreal to me and she was just staring into my eyes. This was way too much for me, I drove her back to town in silence and let her off near the park.
I saw her a few more times and her heroin habit started getting the best of her, she got sores on her wonderful legs, and that really got to me. Then things started to get really twisted. One time we went through a McDonalds Drive-Thru and I poured an entire cup of scalding hot coffee on my crotch. She started mailing in the blowjobs, we'd both be watching Wheel of Fortune on TV while she was sucking my dick. As Sex became less desirable, we'd get high together. After doing Dilaudid, I wrecked my car. Another time we did some boy(heroin) and she kept saying I'd get more for my money with a needle so I said OK. I woke up later and didn't realize I had stopped breathing. She did CPR on me. I started to think our relationship was haunted, it turns out her Dad gave me a halfgallon of Jack Daniels for Christmas at work. Too weird. She killed me one more time, I had to drive her to my house once when she wouldn't wake up, and finally when I got Diane, my coke whore to score for me, at that exact time Carol got arrested for her second time. Selling Heroin She got 3 to 9 in jail, and they said she got fat. She still haunts me.
http://img205.imageshack.us/img205/9762/58878527fu2.jpg (http://imageshack.us)
I used to have hundreds of photos of me with prostitutes, but in a moment of righteousness I threw them out.
sesame
07-28-2008, 09:19 AM
That is so personal! The events, the emotions are all your own!
You went through a lot of fun and foggy clutter :yes:
I liked all of it. But sometimes, you were too brisk in your narration.
You were talking about Carol, and suddenly you flipped to Diane! I am a bit confused... who did snapping Gyro on you? Was it Carol or Diane?
Carol was Lebanese, she had a little ski-jump nose, but she could be quite beautiful at times. When we got into "doing it" Diane whipped the snappin gyro on me.
In the final chapter, Carol got a Jail cell and Diane got shot? Wow! Its quite nostalgic and very painful.My crack dealer was a whore and got murdered. She said she didn't regret a thing, she had some great times, she had tons of friends and enemies.
jimnaseum
07-28-2008, 10:10 AM
Carol was early, Diane later. I had to watch the news so I left out alot about her, plus I'm not a good writer or typist, Carol had the snappn gyro, I just got their names mixed up, Carol came from a good family, she had a competitive nature to outdo any other whore on the street. If one girl had tracks on her legs, Carol would have to get twice as many. If one girl got thrown out of a car while it was moving, Carol had to get dragged by a car that was moving. Most of the whores on the street were broken from an early age, from bad families or no families, Carol and Diane both chose to spread their style out on the street with massive drug use. In a way, Carol had much more class than me, I'm way too much of a coward to go what she went through, Her Dad owned a yacht. I don't know if she was spoiled or what, but she had a lot of class in a way. Diane was an excellent businesswoman. She had a temper from zero to sixty in 1.2 seconds. We'd drive around the streets at 2AM. I remember once there was an alley with a big tree in front of it, blocking the streetlight so the alley looked darker than was physically possible. It looked like the entrance to hell. Even Diane said she was afraid to go down that alley.
sesame
07-28-2008, 10:28 AM
ok, here we go...
alcohol, weed, nicotine, caffeine, diazepam, oxazepam, clonazepam, bromazepam, alprazolam, clobozam, nitrazepam, temazepam, midazolam, lorazepam, zolpidem, heroin, atropine, morphine, codeine, dihydrocodeine, methadone, fentanyl, opium, oxycodone, gabapentin, lsd, ketamine, 2c-b, 2c-i, 2c-e, kava, amphetamine, methylamphetamine (powder and freebase), methylphenidate, mdma, mda, promethazine, nitrous, cocaine, ether, volatile solvents, betel, diphenhydramine, dimenhydrinate...
most addictive: diazepam
most intensely fucked-up/dangerous: zolpidem (only for a small % of the population however - this includes me - but it 'wins' the craziest award by so far it's not funny)
the one i desperately need to stop: alcohol (i have a big big problem with it)
most soul destroying/pointless: freebase meth
best fun: ketamine
the king: weed
Amazing Score! Have you tried the Guinness Book of World Records? You could compete with GRH here. Who has more experience, I wonder. Perhaps its GRH. She is ultimately wise, the Grand Mistress!
sesame
07-28-2008, 10:41 AM
Carol came from a good family, she had a competitive nature to outdo any other whore on the street...Carol had much more class than me...Her Dad owned a yacht!!!Carol was unhappy in spite of her affluent background, but why? Why did she choose to become a hooker or a junkie? The Junkie bit I understand, though. She wanted instant satsfaction, by Getting High on the wings of Weedy Chemicals. Even some of the Celebrities do that. And in the 70s, it was the fashion, the new religion! :no:
Did Carol manage to get out of Jail in one piece? Did Jailtime reform her? A veteran addict like her must be in tremendous pain without the *Juice!
Why did Diane make so many foes? Was it her temper? You mentioned so little about her. I guess you liked Carol more.
I used to have hundreds of photos of me with prostitutes, but in a moment of righteousness I threw them out.What a pity! Diane was very pretty. I cant say the same thing about Carol though! In the photo, Carol looks like a white misty ghost!
Amazing Score! Have you tried the Guinness Book of World Records? You could compete with GRH here. Who has more experience, I wonder. Perhaps its GRH. She is ultimately wise, the Grand Mistress!
Sirhardcore seems to have a LOT of experience with benzodiazepines, many of them which I've done. But here is where I'll differ...It seems Sirhardcore REALLY had good reactions to these, myself, I've always found them sort of boring. Zolpidem never did much for me, but alas, we are all different. For me, the Benzo class was mostly sedating if anything, it never led to anything profound. For that matter, my mother had hallucinations on codeine, whereas I only had the typical opiate response...We are all different on various chemicals. At any rate, I didn't list EVERY chemical that I've done, nor do I wish to, but this list has actually reminded me of some that I left out of my initial mental inventory. At any rate, I don't want to be any sort of competition for being the most hardcore junkie. :)
jimnaseum
07-28-2008, 06:17 PM
My best drug highs were smoking pot with pals in High School. Laughing our heads off. Youth is a large part of the high. When I first did a spoon of boy at 22, I remember the POWER, at 42, I nodded off.
I wrote more about Carol and Diane but hit the wrong button and erased it. Drug related stupidity? Anyway, I'm guessing Carol liked Heroin because of her middle Eastern blood, like Irish like booze, and American Indians can't handle booze. She said she started as a massage therapist and beautician, and some super rich diplomats or foreign businessmen gave her tons of money to get it on. She was also a Taxi Driver and pulled tricks in her Taxi. She had three kids by different daddies and left them all at her parent's house, so I have no idea what really went on in her head. She "shot a nigger" once. I doubt anybody reforms in jail, not back then. I got sporadic reports about her from the other girls, but I can only guess what happened to her. People talk about "The Corner" where all the action is. People are afraid they're going to miss something if they don't go. Lemme tell ya, those girls have some fantastic stories. The ACTION is intoxicating.
Maybe I'll write about Diane, she's half Indian. She got stabbed to death by a guy named Big Red (his vanity plates) He wanted to fuck, she wanted to smoke rock. In another bizarre twist, it happened in a field right by my house. I read about it in the Metro section.
sesame
07-28-2008, 07:13 PM
(Carol)She said she started as a massage therapist and beautician, and some super rich diplomats or foreign businessmen gave her tons of money to get it on. She was also a Taxi Driver and pulled tricks in her Taxi. She had three kids by different daddies and left them all at her parent's house, so I have no idea what really went on in her head. She "shot a nigger" once. What a striking character! Really! Its someone's life, and not just a story! Come to think of it! Someone lived it! Wow! It gives me goosebumps! :p
I doubt anybody reforms in jail, not back then. I got sporadic reports about her from the other girls, but I can only guess what happened to her. You didnt go ... see her when she was inside? :frown:
People talk about "The Corner" where all the action is. People are afraid they're going to miss something if they don't go. Lemme tell ya, those girls have some fantastic stories. The ACTION is intoxicating. I dont know what you are talking about. What corner? A turning point?:confused:
she kept saying I'd get more for my money with a needle so I said OK. I woke up later and didn't realize I had stopped breathing. She did CPR on me. I started to think our relationship was haunted, it turns out her Dad gave me a halfgallon of Jack Daniels for Christmas at work. Too weird. She killed me one more timeYou mean you almost died of overdose twice? What did you feel, blacked out? How did you react when she performed CPR on you... I mean she saved you, right?
Diane, she's half Indian.(American Indian?) She got stabbed to death by a guy named Big Red (his vanity plates) He wanted to fuck, she wanted to smoke rock. In another bizarre twist, it happened in a field right by my house. I read about it in the Metro section.Was Big Red found guilty? Did he serve time? So, this Diane was not your crack dealer?
My crack dealer was a whore and got murdered. She said she didn't regret a thing, she had some great times, she had tons of friends and enemies. I cant imagine your feelings when you found out that Diane was dead and lay so near to your place!
I should tell you about my Heroin dealer and how I died with her....twice.
Was it Diane or Carol? How did you die with her? Emotionally, like your heart is bleeding for your lost lovers? Or is it overdose and near death you are referring to?
My close schoolmate died in a 3 days viral fever! She was such a nice, frank and kind girl. I never could forget her. Another friend died under a Tram! Damn! He was a top class Break Dancer and amazingly athletic! During my Journeys in the wild, I almost died many times. Thrice I fell in ravines. Once I was near dead due to hunger! Another time, severe food poisoning. My stomach kept churning automatically for hours and lights began to fade out. I just cant forget those memories!
jimnaseum
07-28-2008, 08:42 PM
Whew sesame!
No, I didn't see Carol inside, you don't fall in love with a whore period. I thought about it......Non Americans don't understand the rascism here, if you spent some time in an American jail you would. Jail Sucks.
THE CORNER is what they call the corner where they sell drugs. ten dollar rocks. the SEDUCTIVE corner where everybody meets or information is relayed. Where you go to get high. really high. Crazyhigh stupid high.
The first time I blacked out I didn't know it. My nose felt funny and she kept asking "Are you OK? Are you OK? I kinda snapped at her and she told me most girls would have left me dead. I reminded her that technically she was the one who killed me. I think she knew I would never really hurt her, and had feelings but this was business.
Death #2 occured in a really seedy sweltering hotel room when of course I was drunk again and again she talked me into the needle. I woke up 10 hours later with two guys going through my stuff. It was the weirdest vision I'd ever seen, coming out of that mini-coma. All my money was gone and she left a little note, but Carol was long gone. I threw up a "Fish Sampler" dinner into the sink from the night before. It looked like I had just eaten it. I had to get out of the city so my plan was to drive home and if I nodded off the car horns would wake me up, and that actually happened twice. I deserved to die for being so stupid. Jeez.
Diane deserves a narrative of her own, The first time I ever met her she pissed me off royal, I went to the trial, but they kicked me out for wearing shorts and they kept delaying it with motions and stuff. I made this collage for her, I even added some jizm in elmer's glue and put in some crime scene tape from the field. You can see the murderer's face.
http://img70.imageshack.us/img70/7906/00dh5.jpg (http://imageshack.us)
sesame
07-29-2008, 06:13 AM
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I'd like older white gentlemen to call me
and... they'd like to do for the..Body!
Newspaper cutting:
He has been charged with murder...the slaying of
Diane Hedeen, 41, whose body was found eight days ago
in a field near... Inter...Hedeen's clothed body... June 22
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the night of June 22 ... for the trial ... police official !!
Pieces of Advertisements: Slogans:
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You're my slave boy.
And will follow my every command.
A walk on the wild side.
She is a nice girl ... just friends... Fire!
Body Piercing
Shop by phone 24 hours a day
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Deep Dark Seductive Ominous
Touching piece of work. The News of Diane's death and trial is at the base of the pastings... Aint it?
Very sad and nostalgic.:respect:
sesame
07-29-2008, 06:46 AM
The Wasington Post: June 30 1994.
Brian K. Watt, aged 35, from Vienna stabs to death a DC prostitute named Diane Hedeen, 41, near D*** International Airport.
Watt from 2000 Block, K-Drive, was seen driving a red coloured 1987 Nissan pickup having custom-made plates saying "BYG RED."
The Loudoun sheriff is in hot pursuit of the fugitive.
jimnaseum
07-29-2008, 07:43 AM
Good detective work. The stories were spread out over a few weeks. The FIRE was from when Diane burnt down the place she was living at. All the police and corner boys knew Diane. She always knew where the best drugs were.
Anyway, I'm guessing Carol liked Heroin because of her middle Eastern blood, like Irish like booze, and American Indians can't handle booze.
Generalities and stereotypes are stupid statements to make. A person's place of origin is no indicator of whether or not a person likes drugs or even a particular drug. Nor is place of origin an indicator of whether or not a person will become addicted to drugs. The same goes for alcohol and one's propensity to like it or ability to tolerate it.
Do you also believe the stereotypes of laziness, stealing, who makes a good lover, who are the best cooks, hair colour, size of cock etc? I could go on and on, but the point is stereotyping is just wrong. Classify individuals not groups.
jimnaseum
07-29-2008, 09:52 PM
There are genetic differences between races, but 9 out of 10 times you're absolutely right. Sorry, Ila.
sesame
07-30-2008, 09:00 AM
jimnaseum,
What is the Chinese character doing next to "Diane Rocks"?
I really liked your artwork. It was very deep.
jimnaseum
07-30-2008, 03:28 PM
I can't remember what the chinese character is about, it's not Diane Rocks, it's Diane, and Rocks. I'd give her like 200 bucks and get a huge rock. She always sucked Hall's lozenges, and I would always call ahead and place my order, that's why she's on the phone.It's not really her picture, but her eyes looked like that when she got stressed out. I don't really think the art is deep, it's just junk pasted on cardboard, and my relationship with Diane wasn't really deep, but it was interesting. She caught me with another girl once and got upset, we went to a graveyard and got high. As notorious and fearless as she was, she would often ride the bus to score a thousand dollars worth of coke. She used to say she was like good rock, hard and white, but she had her vulnerable side for sure, just like everybody.
sesame
07-30-2008, 03:46 PM
my relationship with Diane wasn't really deep, but it was interesting. She caught me with another girl once and got upset, we went to a graveyard and got high.If there was nothing going on between 2 people, why would one be upset to find the other with another partner?
Its always a fear of losing the affection, breaking the bond. Some emotion must have developed!! Did she ever seek a lover for real?
jimnaseum
07-30-2008, 04:47 PM
She'd been married, her son played football at Penn State, he was born on the fourth of July. Hmmm. There were ALOT of other whores I liked much more than Diane, Kathy was a little sweetheart, she OD'd. But I spent ALOT more money with Diane, and we drove around everywhere, and she had a room I could go to. She could be real mean, but she had been out on the streets for ages. So she was a survivor. She was looking at jailtime when she died, she got continuences to get her affairs in order, but I had no illusions about the reality of what I was doing, and I made sure she knew where I stood. The funny thing about cocaine, I thought our whole experience was like three or four weeks, but my checkbook said a year. That's the kind of love affair we had. Fast and Furious.
haroldk
07-30-2008, 05:23 PM
never high but certainly drunk
I don't know if I posted enough about the DXM high. Having recently read an overview of the process of death in Borgo Thodol (Tibetan Book of the Dead), I was very much reminded of the sensory withdrawal under the influence...
Borgo Thodol described the withdrawal of senses into the core, and it reminds me of the DXM high. Senses of feeling recede, and you feel as if you are melting into oneness. The body loses sensation, and hearing becomes more remote. Vision becomes internal, you reach a point where you are "seeing" without the eyes being open. For me, I can't discern the difference. I can, with effort, "open my eyes" and actually see the physical surroundings, but they don't seem any more real than what my eyes see internally. Thus, under the influence, one is prone to seeing things while the eyes are closed (or at least rolled back in the head). I have stumbled around and bumped into walls under the influence of such.
DL_NL
08-19-2008, 10:20 AM
Knowing The Netherlands' international rep on this subject, you might be astonished to find that I've never used anything other than a few drinks, and even those in moderation.
I dislike not being in control of my actions.
rhythmic delivery
08-19-2008, 03:45 PM
back in the day i tried just about every drug the sun, except crack heroin. the strongest halucinogen i've ever used was legal i bought it out of a bong shop, salvia x30 its an extract of some plant native american shamans used to smoke to connect with the spirit world. you have to do a really big pipe/bong and hold it in for a while. then you get the most intence trip, it doesn't last long, which is probably just as well as your brain would melt under the effects of a prolonged trip. the first time i tried it i didn't hold it in and it didn't do anything, so the second hit i took was huge and i held it in for about a minute. i was in another world for about five minutes, but it felt like much longer. its almost imposible to describe all that i expierienced, but i came away from it with a new outlook. the realy good thing about it is that there is no long drawn out come down where you feel like an alien for days after. an hour later and your back to normal.
has anyone else tried it?
RD, I have done Salvia on a number of occasions, and once-upon-a-time I grew the herb. Salvia divinorum originates in the Oaxaca region of Mexico, and was popularized among the same group that Maria Sabina popularized regarding mushrooms. Salvia is a dissociative, but a short-lived one when compared to PCP, ketamine, DXM, etc. The effect is really profound.
jimnaseum
08-19-2008, 04:46 PM
I did a huge amount of acid one night once back in my day, it was July 4th, after the fireworks, we walked to this stone bridge where I saw the future of all mankind. At a party at my house, we made tea from Florida shrooms, and my roomate "went off" into a hysterical stand up comedy routine, although he wasn't always standing up. The laughter was so loud and continuous, if you were walking by the house you would have thought it was an insane-assylum. PCP- Once down by the river, a Cop pulled in up by our car, and my two friends handed me the pipe and baggie and took off for the car. I had been lighting the pipe and taking long hits, so for what seemed like 5 hours I just sat there trying to figure out what to do. After I got up to where the Cop was. I was standing on an incline and couldn't really tell which way was up. Literally. The cop asked me a question and I said "two beers"...Opiated hash I really liked. Back in my day a"lid" of pot was $15. Everyone said if you got caught your parents would lose their jobs. It was really fun back then.
sesame
08-19-2008, 05:53 PM
I don't know if I posted enough about the DXM high. Having recently read an overview of the process of death in Borgo Thodol (Tibetan Book of the Dead), I was very much reminded of the sensory withdrawal under the influence...
Its calledBordo Thodol. A guidance for the human spirit after death. The rituals are performed by the Tibetan Lamas. Its like the last rites ceremony. The Indians perform a similar ceremony of Shradda, to help the ghost develop an astral body quickly and help it in it's rebirth or passage to another realm.
Senses of feeling recede, and you feel as if you are melting into oneness. The body loses sensation, and hearing becomes more remote. Vision becomes internal, you reach a point where you are "seeing" without the eyes being open
I read a similar account of seeing without the physical eyes in "A Search in Secret Egypt" by Paul Brunton. The subject of hypnosis could see with her eyes blindfolded! She was directly using her sensory organs in her subtle body (astral body?), so they said.
sesame
08-19-2008, 06:05 PM
I did a huge amount of acid one night once back in my day, it was July 4th, after the fireworks, we walked to this stone bridge where I saw the future of all mankind..
Ok, Jimmy, tell us what is in store for our lot? I'm serious! PM me if you dont want to disclose the secret. :innocent:
At a party at my house, we made tea from Florida shrooms, and my roomate "went off" into a hysterical stand up comedy routine, although he wasn't always standing up. The laughter was so loud and continuous, if you were walking by the house you would have thought it was an insane-assylum. PCP- Once down by the river, a Cop pulled in up by our car, and my two friends handed me the pipe and baggie and took off for the car. I had been lighting the pipe and taking long hits, so for what seemed like 5 hours I just sat there trying to figure out what to do. After I got up to where the Cop was. I was standing on an incline and couldn't really tell which way was up. Literally. The cop asked me a question and I said "two beers"...Opiated hash I really liked. Back in my day a"lid" of pot was $15. Everyone said if you got caught your parents would lose their jobs. It was really fun back then.Splendid story. Thanks for telling us. :respect::respect:
i was in another world for about five minutes, but it felt like much longer. its almost imposible to describe all that i expierienced, but i came away from it with a new outlook.Please RD, tell us some more about your experience in that other world. :yes:
rhythmic delivery
08-20-2008, 03:38 PM
well i'll try to explain some of it but theres alot more thats indescribable, and before anyone reads it they should know it won't make any sense at all
by the time i was exhaling i was gone.
i was blowing the smoke out a window with the blinds parted slightly, the sun was shining through the gaps, i sat staring at it, it began to look textured, fluffy almost like a towell on the wall, i begand to look around the room(which was quite small, i have subsequently discovered this intensifis the effect, for me anyway) i was tripping out and could not relate to anything as i normaly might, this is probably the hardest part to describe. and i have tried to explain it and can't. i'll come back to it when i describe coming out of it.
anyway, i was looking around the room, everything looked different kind of shimmering. the room seemed to be getting smaller, i felt as though i was rissing and the room was closing around me. eventualy i came out the top of the room as it closed around me, it was like my head was beyond the room yet my body was not, i had a sensation that the room was my T shirt, and i was looking at it from beyond i also felt that i was standing on football pitches near where i went to school watching some birds.
eventaly i realised i was sitting with a pipe in my hand sweating like a paedophile in a nursery, everything was visualy back to normal.
i realised that i'd just been triping. all the times i ever took acid/mushrooms other psychadelics i always knew i was tripping when i was tripping, but with the intense salvia trip i didn't, i was just expieriencing what was happening. the same song was on the stereo as when i lit the pipe, three and a half minutes had passed, though it felt like much longer. when it was happening time didn;t realy mean anything. but i know that wat all i expierienced could never fit into three and a half minutes.
i should also point out that as well as the visual expierience i also had some abstract thoughts, about different things and people i knew, one that stands out was about a friend i had fallen out with at the time, it was wierd, i was thinking that if i was ever in any kind of bad situation i could always relly on this person, i wasn't thinking it any normal sense of the word i was expieriencing it almost. and it has since been proven as true.
Congratulations RD on experiencing the TRUE meaning behind psychadelic consciousness. It doesn't really relate to "thinking" as you or I might call it, it is more about an abstract experience. In my opinion, the insights you gained are much more "real" than those which you might spend a lifetime seeking.
A lifetime could be spent exploring that space between time...That indefinable period between when the song began and when it ended. Whatever song you listened to, I have laid down during that song, and I have explored entire dimensions that exist within the notes of that music.
I am curious RD, did you hear voices? Myself, I regularly hear voices on Salvia, and they are consistent trip-to-trip. I meet entities and they always beckon me to go deeper...
seaofthc
08-20-2008, 04:06 PM
Jus Check the name ppl and hit me up if u wanna experiment lol!!
rhythmic delivery
08-20-2008, 04:15 PM
Congratulations RD on experiencing the TRUE meaning behind psychadelic consciousness. It doesn't really relate to "thinking" as you or I might call it, it is more about an abstract experience. In my opinion, the insights you gained are much more "real" than those which you might spend a lifetime seeking.
A lifetime could be spent exploring that space between time...That indefinable period between when the song began and when it ended. Whatever song you listened to, I have laid down during that song, and I have explored entire dimensions that exist within the notes of that music.
I am curious RD, did you hear voices? Myself, I regularly hear voices on Salvia, and they are consistent trip-to-trip. I meet entities and they always beckon me to go deeper...
yeah i heard the voice of the friend i was talking about, callilng to me. like i was lost and he was looking for me.
sesame
08-20-2008, 05:35 PM
In my opinion, the insights you gained are much more "real" than those which you might spend a lifetime seeking.
A lifetime could be spent exploring that space between time...That indefinable period between when the song began and when it ended.
Explain that, will you? And what were you saying about music and dimensions?
I have heard voices while awakening from a slumber or from meditation. They are repetitions of sets of words. The voices are not mine there are several of them, male and female. I have mixed feeling about those whisperings. Sometimes I suspect they are constantly going on in our minds, without our knowledge. They suggest us to see the world in the manner we usually do and keep us from being aware of truths that are above mundane. Perhaps these voices arise from the habits hardwired in our minds.
nmlss
08-20-2008, 06:38 PM
I only do alcohol, zero drugs. My favourite is black vodka, it's just perfect to get drunk leaving a nice mouth's taste.
rhythmic delivery
08-23-2008, 08:34 AM
i think everyone should share some of their tripping expieriences, particularly dreamy ones where your in another time and place. also good dreams brought on by anything, like a book you where reading before bed or a filim you saw or whatever. i have had dreams enduced by everything imaginable, including tetris, the matrix and the lord of the rings books.
jimnaseum
08-23-2008, 04:34 PM
My brother was a Chemistry major and he said if you really understood how drugs work, you wouldn't do drugs. My sister had an epiphany while on Nitrous at the dentist, she demanded paper and pen, but when she read what she wrote later it was all gibberesh, I'm sure the stoners here recognize that story, you really have to be there for it to make any sense.
My trips were not the kind where I saw fairies floating around, but sometimes I would look at a friend and he would have his mother's face or something, one time a friend's face looked like a totally different person. Perception.
One time I took acid that had been in a drawer a long time, and I didn't know that it degrades into poison. I smoked a big doob of Columbo and had to hide in the car. The world was falling UP, like in Alice in Wonderland. I had never lost control like that before, and I was outside sitting in some trees by myself and it was raing cold rain, but I was warm and pain-free in my multicolored aura as the rain drifted through the periphery.
The bigtime high on 17 hits of brown mescaline came after my summer of acid, on July 4th, and after the fireworks we just walked around the streets and talked. We came to the old stone bridge around 4AM and we were listening for the rare car to come under the bridge. In the stillness and quiet I had a vision of the future of all mankind, of course you had to be there, but it was very plain and everyday, but there was an undeniable Power uncovered where everybody goes after their personal life and concerns were over, like all roads lead to Rome. Here's a pic!
rhythmic delivery
08-24-2008, 08:48 AM
My brother was a Chemistry major and he said if you really understood how drugs work, you wouldn't do drugs.
yeah i think that most drugs don't actualy produce the afects you think they do, infact they make your body produce the chemicals which give you the afects. like ecstasy works by making your brain produce lots of seratonin which produces feelings of euphoria. most of these afects can be enduced through natural means. i'm not sure how psychadelics work but i would imagine its in the same way as the effects can be caused naturaly through sleep deprivation or fever.
Here I would have to COMPLETELY disagree! A large portion of the pantheon of psychadelic/dissociative drugs are POORLY understood at best. In my last reading of the relevant pharmacological literature, even the best renowned scientists didn't have clear-cut theories regarding how a given substance works...
If anyone cares to challenge me to this point, I invite them to a pharmacological debate about how Kappa Opiod receptors differ from Mu receptors, and the role of Serotonin in the neurological construct of what we consider "Normal."
jimnaseum
08-26-2008, 06:11 PM
I'm too stupid to debate, but I can tell you that most of the hard core hipsters from back in the day live in their Mom's basement now.
sesame
08-26-2008, 07:37 PM
yeah i think that most drugs don't actualy produce the afects you think they do, infact they make your body produce the chemicals which give you the afects. like ecstasy works by making your brain produce lots of seratonin which produces feelings of euphoria. most of these afects can be enduced through natural means. i'm not sure how psychadelics work but i would imagine its in the same way as the effects can be caused naturaly through sleep deprivation or fever.Although Rhythmic and I disagree and fight most of the time, I have to agree with him this time. I dont know about drugs. But I know about sleep deprivation and fever. Malarial fever and rechosin tablets taken to cure it, did produce strange things 15 years ago. First it(some chemical compound) must be heavier than blood and precipitated at the bottom-most points of my body(soles of feet, fingers of both hands, scrotum). It produced tremendous itching sensations, but no allergies! I Used to stand on my head for five minutes to get relief. (being in the inverted position dislodged the precipitates from those places). Plz dont laugh! :p After 1 week of treatment, during fever, I saw the roof of the house caving in on me. I also saw demonic figures surrounding me, they looked absolutely disgusting and horrendous. After a few more days, I saw the walls becoming fluorescent from time to time. The inanimate objects appeared to have consciousness and they exuded happiness. A joyful feeling engulfed me frequently for hours at a time. I felt very powerful and wise! My logical abilities accelerated to a stage I had never experienced before! I took some notes during those days and looked at them later, years later. Some of the mathematics evaded me, but they were really impressive! I couldnt have done them normally at that age.
So, yes, fever can affect the brain bothways; positively or negatively.
rhythmic delivery
08-27-2008, 10:20 AM
Won't you sing along with me?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lFNAdnHc_uU
Hits from the bong
Hits from the bong
Hits from the bong
Hits from the bong
Pick it
Pack it
Fire it up, come along
And take a hit from the bong
Put the blunt down
Just for a second
Don't get me wrong
It's not a new method
Inhale
Exhale
Just got an ounce in the mail
I like a blunt or a big fat cone
But my double-barrel bong
Is gettin' me stoned
I'm skill it
There's water inside don't spill it
It smells like shit on the carpet
Still it
Goes down smooth when I get a clean hit
Of the skunky, phunky, smelly green shit
Sing my song
Puff all night long
As I take hits from the bong
Hits from the bong y'all
Hits from the bong
Can i get a....hit?
Hits from the bong
Can i get a....hit?
Hits from the bong
Can i get a....hit?
Hits from the bong
Can i get a....hit?
Let's smoke that bowl
Hit the bong
And then take that finger off of that hole
Plug it
Unplug it
Don't strain
I love you Mary Jane
She never complains
When I hit Mary
With that flame
I light up the cherry
She's so good to me
When I pack a fresh bowl I clean the screen
Don't get me stirred up
The smoke, through the bubbling water
Is makin' it pure so I got ta
Take my hit and hold it
Just like Chong
I get the bowl and I reload it
Get my four-footer and bring it on
As I take hits from the bong
Hits from the bong
Can i get a....hit?
Hits from the bong
Can i get a....hit?
Hits from the bong
Can i get a....hit?
Hits from the bong
Can i get a....hit?
Hits from the bong
Can i get a....hit?
Hits from the bong
Can i get a....hit?
Hits from the bong
Can i get a....hit?
1993 called and said something about posting whole song lyrics.
rhythmic delivery
08-27-2008, 10:43 AM
Here I would have to COMPLETELY disagree! A large portion of the pantheon of psychadelic/dissociative drugs are POORLY understood at best. In my last reading of the relevant pharmacological literature, even the best renowned scientists didn't have clear-cut theories regarding how a given substance works...
If anyone cares to challenge me to this point, I invite them to a pharmacological debate about how Kappa Opiod receptors differ from Mu receptors, and the role of Serotonin in the neurological construct of what we consider "Normal."
why do you have to dissagree, its only a theory. but halucinations can be enuced naturaly without any drugs, or with other non psychadelic drugs ie absinth/buckfast/canabis. as you said the understanding of these psychadelic drugs is poor at best, so unless you have a theory of how the same afect's of psychadelic drugs can be enduced naturaly, why feel the need to dissagree.
i like the idea that your brain has all the drugs you'll ever need stored away, and all you need is the key to unlock it
jimnaseum
08-27-2008, 06:20 PM
I heard once there was a gland in your brain that only functions when you're like seventeen years old, and it makes you feel so good you'll have children even if sabre-tooth tigers and giant bears are hungry outside your cave. I wish they could bottle that stuff.
sesame
08-27-2008, 06:57 PM
Whenever we feel an emotion, a particular liquid is secreted from the brain into the bloodstream and we have a particular sensation all over the body. According to the emotion and it's intensity, it can feel good, bad, exhilarating, irritating or even death may come.
So, everything is already in the brain, chemicals only stimulate one particular juice from the brain. But there is more to it than just the brain and nervous system. Spiritually speaking, the hallucinogen temporarily and forcibly separates the consciousness or soul from the grasp of the physical body. Like in a dream, temporarily the faculty of reason is put to rest.
Ogryn1313
08-29-2008, 03:10 AM
Beginning in high school I'd smoke pot here and there but didn't get serious with it until I went to art school some 10-12 years ago. My roomie was a drug dealer and so I had access to free drugs. Mostly pot, pills and acid. I never shot up or such. It was a strange time. I spent a year out of the college and came back during the summer when the campus only had a skeleton crew and a handful of students with nowhere else to go. We worked for the college, it was part of the deal since it was tuition free.
So, essentially, my roomie and I had free reign on campus with no authorities to look out for. And all the druggie local kids, mostly high schoolers hung out with us. Our room in my dorm was the drug room. While my other pals, down the hall, their room was for the drinkers. And being both, I spent all my time drinking and getting high. This summer was all a blur. I'd say I took more acid in a short period of time than is safe. And always pot.
A typical day began with waking up to my roomie packing a bowl. We'd pack a couple of bowls and chase off the passed out kids. Then we'd smoke up. Off to work, where, almost hourly, we smoked up. After work: smoked up. All day. We burned through weed like a fire in a ghetto. After work the druggie fake friends began showing up. Often with booze and other drugs. And so it went. All summer. Fall comes and classes resume. And still getting high and partying like lunatics. Then winter. And on into next summer.
But it fucked me up in many ways.
I smoked so much pot I could not enjoy it anymore. Because I'd cough so badly I'd cough myself out of being high.
And eventually the campus cops and pissant RA's and such showed up. And it seems our activities over the summer weren't ignored. Eventually they acted on it. By then I wasn't living with my roomie. Had I been I'd have went to jail. They wanted me bad though, even pinned a break in on me despite me being out of twon in another state when it happened.
Point is, I got a bad rep and the college shits wanted rid of me and got rid of me. So art school was fucked. All because I got high. I fell in love and cleaned up for her. Didn't win her though. But I stopped drinking, smoking pot, taking acid and whatever pills rolled my way.
I've not touched anything other than a beer since then.
why do you have to dissagree, its only a theory. but halucinations can be enuced naturaly without any drugs, or with other non psychadelic drugs ie absinth/buckfast/canabis. as you said the understanding of these psychadelic drugs is poor at best, so unless you have a theory of how the same afect's of psychadelic drugs can be enduced naturaly, why feel the need to dissagree.
i like the idea that your brain has all the drugs you'll ever need stored away, and all you need is the key to unlock it
Alas RD, I actually think we are more in agreement than not. :) I just took offense at the idea of someone saying that "if we knew how drugs worked" that we wouldn't do them. I argue this point, because I HAVE studied the pharmacology of many drugs, and can say that the understanding of many is poor at best. And those I do understand, I still choose to partake of on occasion. An understanding of organic chemistry and pharmacology does not exclude the use of mind-altering substances in my case, thus I apologize if I seemed combatitive.
gridlock
09-03-2008, 02:22 AM
I love getting high, and drinking with friends. If i could find a gal to smoke and hang out, that would be heaven. I can't imagine being stoned and looking into a gal's eyes as i sucked her cock and finger her ass. but i can dream :)
imakaveli
09-03-2008, 09:27 AM
I smoke joints and I love it! btw, I'm in Holland right now =)
Need to re-supply, but I partake of the greenery.
Here's a little bio.
Fave grass: Purple Haze.
Fave method: Blunts, no shame in that.
Fave song while high: Ghost Town by The Specials.
Fave snack while high: Checkers burgers.
Fave activity while high: Chillin' and gaming.
Mood: Giddy and sleepy.
ShimOnShe(SOS)
10-03-2008, 07:13 PM
I have numerous spinal diseases and I used to smoke marijuana daily. It really reduces muscle swelling and tumor pain. But lately, my connections have "dried up" and for the past few months I've been unable to find a safe, honest and reliable source. I have an expensive HydroFarm grow light, but I just know that the day after I set it up, that the police would be breaking down my door the next day.
Cyborg
10-03-2008, 08:47 PM
Sometimes weed and more than sometimes beer. ;)
underthere
10-04-2008, 01:15 PM
I'm just curious how many others among you like to partake in mind-altering substances? I will refrain from posting just all that I have dappled with, but assume that the list is long. :)
Isn't drugs and especially weed kind of old school stuff??:frown:
jedthejew
10-04-2008, 03:11 PM
Used to toke all the time, like mad. Huge pothead. Now not so much. Usually go a couple months without it then go a few times in a couple weeks. It's lost its flavor I guess, or maybe it never had any. Anyways I've moved on to other things: alcohol's my drug of choice. *Cheers* party people.
jimnaseum
12-04-2008, 04:14 PM
From the drugged out whore series, here's "Jeannie" the last whore I fucked many a year ago, now. Sigh. I knew here off and on throughout my alcohol/whore/drug decade, and the last time I saw her ...after months of begging and debating to get me some anal, she finally offered up her little butt and I couldn't get hard enough to destroy it.
Jeannie had grown up in the area, she said drugs saved her life, she had tried to kill herself when she was a teen. Her Mom had been a whore, and her brother used to feel her up or else he'd tell Dad she had been smoking. Jeannie looked like a kid, a little boy in fact, she was so skinny she had no titties at all. Being that thin made her pussy look gigantic, though, her "money-shot" was bending over so that huge gnarly cunt cancelled out any other thoughts a hetero guy might have. She could hardly read, a true tragic figure that drew her closer to me. In a tragic way.
At the end she had "a place" where I could usually find her, she was on the 3rd floor of Mr Bill's place, a den of iniquity for the terminal crowd. At this time I was heavily dosed on all kinds of anti-depressants, and selling off everything I had. I'd bring Jeannie boxes of stuff I'd shoplifted, and she'd trade it to Mr Bill for Crack. The house was a home for many characters, sometimes drama. For a chick with alot of problems she sure had alot of boyfriends, some might surprise you. One time we went out to score some crack, and at the drug block she'd yell out the window, which wasn't cool. When I saw her walking back across the street, I zipped out of the Safeway parking lot, picked her up, and we darted out onto the street in my car. In the rear view mirror I saw an undercover cop with a .38 drawn running after me. C'est la Vie. The cops usually didn't want to bust a white civilian, I guess it made the natives restless at the Jail. I only got busted once with two black girls in my van, I paid like 25 bucks and that was it. That's why Jeannie having a place of her own was good,it got me off the street. One young black girl who lived near there had the softest little ass she'd let me squeeze, she wanted to steal me away. Sometimes I'd be half passed out in the corner while a parade of whores would come to visit and trade drugs and swag. Funny. Anyway, I hadn't seen her in a little while and heard she died, so I went to see Mr Bill and he said she died unexpectedly, maybe even suspicially at the hospital for some procedure. Her Mom didn't even come for her, and it was a sad ending to a sad life.
Here's the only pic I have from her, her apartment window, bad quality. The other pic is a girl who lived in the besement, she looks like alot of the whores I fucked. Sometimes I would get really smashed and take photos, back before digital, and when I got the photos back from the one-hour photo store I couldn't believe What I fucked. NASTY. I guess I'm lucky I survived at all.
jc20wdn
12-06-2008, 01:50 AM
Unfortunately, for my drug history, we'd have to invent songs that haven't even been sung yet. :) The list would include:
Alcohol: I'm sure there's numerous getting drunk songs on the market
Marijuana: Again, consult a variety of hippie songs
Cocaine: Grateful Dead, "Casey Jones"
Heroin/Various Narcs: The Wall, "Comfortably Numb"
Amphetamines: Not sure what comes to mind
LSD: The Beatles, "Lucy in the Sky With Diamonds"
Ketamine: My best guess would be Marilyn Manson, "Dissociative"
Mescaline: I'm clueless...???
DMT: See above...???
Salvia: See above...???
Ecstasy: I'm sure some rave song has been written that I'm not aware of...
Ether: See above...???
5-MeO-DMT: See above...???
Datura: See above...??? The closest I can think of is literary reference...
Tiletamine: Veterinary drugs don't have many songs...
Benzos, Piperazines, GHB, and many others: Yeah, I doubt any songs have been written about these lesser drugs...
God, putting it like that...I'm such a junkie...
Wow that is one extensive list. Are you still all there? lol
hotfortrannies420
12-06-2008, 02:04 AM
Here's a little bio.
Fave grass: Purple Haze.
Fave method: Blunts, no shame in that.
Fave song while high: Ghost Town by The Specials.
Fave snack while high: Checkers burgers.
Fave activity while high: Chillin' and gaming.
Mood: Giddy and sleepy.
dude everything except i love super og kush and my fave song while i'm high is proud to be a stoner by Kottonmouth Kings
fatbloke
12-06-2008, 10:03 AM
I'm just curious how many others among you like to partake in mind-altering substances? I will refrain from posting just all that I have dappled with, but assume that the list is long. :)
whats wrong with getting high on life u weak willed dick splash:censored:
ocinteeni
12-10-2008, 01:21 AM
jimnaseum what a story, are you past that stage in your life, I hope that you are. Ya I have a sort of anger towards certain drugs because i have seen it change people that I personally know, meth is definitely one of those types of drugs, crack cocaine as well but I dont really know anyone that has been doing that stuff since meth is cheaper and easier to get and one hell of a high.
My personal experiments with drugs include smoking weed in highschool and a little in college, got over it though now I cant stand the high.
I drink on occasion, usually at some sort of event but also with the right friends.
I take ecstasy a couple times a year, only at huge dance parties, we got some badass ones here in SoCal.
I have had my fair share of fun with Nitrous Oxide .
And as far as harder drugs I have tried only a few times the list includes: cocaine, meth, and 2c-b (a research chemical).
I refuse to touch opiates I have a personal grudge against them. I can't stand seeing my friends make excuses to themselves for taking prescription opioid pain killers, it is a huge fat pile of bullshit and it legitimizes opiate addiction in todays society.
but to be perfectly honest I enjoy my sober state of mind by far the most, it really is who I am, when I am fucked up on anything and I think to myself its kind of like I feel uncomfortable because its like I am someone else. If that makes any sense.
whats wrong with getting high on life u weak willed dick splash:censored:
And I guess you "get high on life" by coming to porn sites such as this one? Yeah...How genuine...:rolleyes:
Try not coming into topics if your only intention is to be combatative...That would be like me coming into the plethora of "shemale...sucking dick...how big am I...etc." type of topics and criticizing all of you lame fuckers as being just that...Lame homos who don't have the gumption to admit it...
(Guess what...That's not my opinion of ANYONE at this website! And you won't see me posting such! So please extend the same degree of respect to other opinions/lifestyles that might not mesh with your own!)
Wow that is one extensive list. Are you still all there? lol
That list was partial, but for the record, you can add 1,4-butanediol to it of late...And yes, I'm still here (unfortunately)...
But I don't come around very often...Not much at all of late...
fatbloke
12-15-2008, 11:49 PM
And I guess you "get high on life" by coming to porn sites such as this one? Yeah...How genuine...:rolleyes:
Try not coming into topics if your only intention is to be combatative...That would be like me coming into the plethora of "shemale...sucking dick...how big am I...etc." type of topics and criticizing all of you lame fuckers as being just that...Lame homos who don't have the gumption to admit it...
(Guess what...That's not my opinion of ANYONE at this website! And you won't see me posting such! So please extend the same degree of respect to other opinions/lifestyles that might not mesh with your own!)
I can't believe i said that,i must of been drunk,i don't even remember writing that,what a jerk.Really sorry for that,i must stop drinking when i'm pissed off,again,very sorry:respect:
jimnaseum
12-16-2008, 01:17 AM
I used to shoplift when I was in my alcohol/drug phase, I used to go out on my days off and fill my entire trunk with books and knick knacks, sex toys, steaks, antiques, uh, vitamins, I really liked books. Slip them down the front of my pants into two pairs of underwear. The booksellers would never report you, they would just look at you like a bad boy.
SIDEBAR- my niece worked at Border's Books when Dick Cheney and his "boys" came in to buy some books. He set off the alarm when he went out and he turned to my niece, who had a handfull of books, and she just gave him the go ahead sign. I can't make this up.
Anyway, shoplifting is pretty easy. Get ripped of for a cocaine rock, steal an $80 art book for the big get even. Bad day at the office? A couple filet mignons for free change your attitude. It was Giant Food that finally arrested me, and I was so out of control I probably asked for it. The manager there had seen me steal at another Giant, so they had me pegged. On another funny note I had alot of makeup in my pockets from another store and it was for Jeannie but they thought it was for me. I did two days in jail to clean my record, man I was glad to get outta there. As I finally was waiting to talk to the magistrate, they hauled in a guy who was caught at the airport with a gun and large amount of narcotics, like the day this guy's life changed forever. The girl questioning him seemed to take it in stride but I was waiting for him to attack someone, he was wound tight as a watch. Then the girl came over and chatted with me as I was sitting there, and a Psychologist was talking to the magistrate. He had been caught filling prescriptions to himself. He told the magistrate his twin brother had been seen in the area lately. We thought that was really funny.
I don't do any drugs anymore, I have 3 Vicodin saved for Christmas, but no alcohol or stealing, real boring life now. I still have a lot of art books, but most of the stuff I stole is gone.
sesame
12-18-2008, 04:23 PM
Being shoplifting, eh?
Wait till I tell your momma!
Now look who's playing the naughty piccolo here?
JIMBO!
Thanks for demonstrating the ill effects of taking drugs,
how it can screw our HOLY GHOST bigtime!
She could hardly read, a true tragic figure that drew her closer to me. In a tragic way.The girl in the picture doesnt exactly look "young". But I like to read about your affairs very much. They are nostalgic, sad and sometimes foggy. Foggy... meaning inconsistant... not going in a straight line, but advancing in a meandering fashion. But I still like the originality that they project.:respect:
sesame
12-18-2008, 04:32 PM
And I guess you "get high on life" by coming to porn sites such as this one? Yeah...How genuine...
Try not coming into topics if your only intention is to be combatative...That would be like me coming into the plethora of "shemale...sucking dick...how big am I...etc." type of topics and criticizing all of you lame fuckers as being just that...Lame homos who don't have the gumption to admit it...At long last... we can finally see ... peace-loving, happy girl GRH erupt like the Vesuvius! BOOM!:p
jimnaseum
12-18-2008, 05:29 PM
What, Sesame, you out on parole? Christmas Pardon? he he, thanks for liking my stories, those were THE DAYS. I had hundreds of pictures of whores, but I threw them away, like old toys and comic books. Sigh.
There is a trans-sexual area of the city that I have driven through, but I was too scared to pick up any of the girls that walked those streets. Some were hot as shit, pumped up on who knows what. In the summer, at night, when it got a little cooler, you could see a tall thin black tgirl walk down the street like she was plowing up the concrete. T&A all the way. She looked like the most dangerous thing in the world to me. Who knows what she really wanted? I think even the police were afraid of them, they floated in from different cities. She should have been arrested for the way she walked.
sesame
12-20-2008, 09:41 AM
A tall thin black tgirl walk down the street like she was plowing up the concrete. T&A all the way. She looked like the most dangerous thing in the world to me. Who knows what she really wanted? I think even the police were afraid of them, they floated in from different cities. She should have been arrested for the way she walked.
Jimmy,
What about that particular Tgirl? Did she parade around in the nude? Describe this catwoman in greater detail; better still make a Collage or some sort of artwork on her. Your artworks are very interesting. Why were the cops nervous about her?
I had hundreds of pictures of whores, but I threw them away, like old toys and comic books. Sigh.
Sigh Sigh Sigh
Noooo, I wanna see them.:p
sesame
12-20-2008, 09:57 AM
Datura: See above...??? The closest I can think of is literary reference...
OK, GRH,
Go on, Refer Literally... the effects of Datura. I am eager to read about your bout with Datura. There is a vast literature in ayurveda about the uses of this plant. I have even extracted a certain (not narcotic) juice from it's leaves and flowers ( from the dark purple variety). But I've never ingested it's fruits or roots. I think that the fruits are very poisonous and cause madness or death. The roots intoxicate... is that so?
jimnaseum
12-20-2008, 12:40 PM
Sezame- The particular girl I remember, that stood out, was black, young, strong tall thin. Her WALK. It was hot out and she was dressed whore-style, clothed sexier and nastier than nude. She looked strong and mean, probably had a knife (stereotype?) she looked real hard. I stopped and talked to one girl that looked nicer, she was, down from NYC. She was a little plump. I was taking pictures of them with no flash, but one time the flash went off and three girls yelled "internet!"
With my white-boy face, mixing in with the "sistahs" takes a little recon. I used to buy drugs by getting to know a white whore, and she'd show me around. But the "SHEMALE HOs" are for real with the titties and all, I'm just afraid they're too real, because alot of them are shouting and throwin' off lots of attitude, plus they usually just give blow jobs, and I would be afraid of diseases. Plus I don't drink anymore, so for now this is all virgin territory to me.
sesame
12-25-2008, 11:38 AM
Dear Gwen,
Here is something that you can advice me with. 'Mescalito is a protector because he talks to you and can guide your acts," he said. "Mescalito teaches the right way to live."' This is an extract from The teachings of Don Juan, by Carlos Castaneda. Don Juan is referring to Peyote buttons (seeds?) by Mescalito. By ingesting 4 to 5 peyote buttons Carlos hallucinates and sees a deity called Mescalito, who advices him about how he should lead his life. Carlos also sees Prana as threads of light.
Have you ever taken peyote? Can you tell us about this Mescalito? I'mean, you are the only expert in this rather mysterious field.
sesame
01-07-2009, 11:43 PM
Gwenny,
Rise from your LOOOONG slumber.
Arise, awake and stop not, till you reach my doorstep. And then, push the doorbell! ;) C'mon, GRH, we like your presence. :p And if you dont show up, I will assemble 10,000 protesters and shout 24/7 around your house.
orion
01-08-2009, 05:09 AM
I've never taken Drugs (other than on Prescription) .. and never felt inclined to do so .. (despite living through the 60's) ... :D
I don't drink much nowadays either .. I used to in my younger Military days but then we all did .. I just find I no longer need it to enjoy myself & I certainly don't need that "morning after" feeling ... ;)
I do enjoy a glass of decent wine with a meal .. but that's about it for me ..
Still, each to their own I suppose ... :)
Bye for now,
Orion ..
sesame
02-28-2009, 05:20 AM
This thread is getting cold, colder.... to downright CHILLY! Lonelier than a desert! Yet several people used to read with interest and pass their comments. Why then is it so forsaken today? Simple. Negligence on the part of the Mother of this thread.
I hereby confer this year's Nobel Prize for Procrastination on the unquestionable champion, ... GRH!!!!
GRH... plz come forward to receive the Award!
Sesame, et al.,
Regarding shoplifting...I went through a phase where I shoplifted. That was BEFORE I ever got into drugs. Part of it was the adrenaline rush of "getting away with it." I stole a few bottles of wine, some video games/etc., but a LOT of what I took was pantyhose, cosmetics, etc. When I finally got caught...Needless to say, my mother couldn't really understand the high volume of nylons, lipstick, and makeup that I had stashed around my room. :D
Regarding Datura or other substances...What do you want to know? I've read some Castaneda, and have his work as an inspiration of sorts (even if it IS largely embellished!).
sesame
03-01-2009, 03:24 PM
GRH: "...Carlos Castaneda: I have his work as an inspiration of sorts (even if it IS largely embellished)"
Do you mean Dramatized by "largely embellished"? It may be a little bit... but remember, its supposed to be collected from his field notes! Furthermore, two persons (meaning: you and Castaneda) may not have the same hallucination or clarity after ingesting datura or peyote. Also mark that he had his preceptor don Juan Matus to guide him, while you are on your own.
I am more interested in peyote or mescalito... than roots of thorn apple. What do you see after taking the button?
thequietone1
03-03-2009, 06:02 AM
I have been known to be a recreational drug user from time to time. When I was younger I won a local grow-off comp a few locals have each year behind closed doors. :lol:
To each their own I say.:yes:
sesame
03-09-2009, 09:13 PM
Hey GRH,
I just got informed that you were recently abducted by Aliens! Is that why your posts are so few?
Wooooow!
Let me clarify my stance, as I was sort of reiterating an opinion of one of my good friends. "Embellished" is probably the wrong word. But said friend grew up around the time that Castaneda was publishing, and he was very much into the pharmacology of drugs...Back when the likes of Tim Leary and Richard Alpert were attempting to be taken seriously in academia (a futile pursuit). Supposedly, Castaneda's original expedition was part of his PhD work. When he tried to publish it, it wasn't taken seriously, and much of the academic opinion, was that his "research" was fancified. The prevailing opinion since has been that you can't research the drugs and be taking them yourself. That stance has perhaps been more liberalized with time...Alexander Shulgin comes to mind as one of the greatest pharmacologist/organic chemists.
As to mescalito, I can't say...Peyote I have never tried. But I have ingested other mescaline containing cacti on a couple of opinions...The experiences were long ago, but as best I can recall: The onset was subtle and took awhile to fully kick in. The trip proper was preceded by a hefty dose of nauseau. The trip itself was visual, but it "felt" different than acid. I don't know how I can really explain it. But it lasted a LONG time. Much longer than mushrooms or LSD.
sesame
03-10-2009, 09:28 AM
GRH,
The prevailing opinion since has been that you can't research the drugs and be taking them yourself :p There must be reasons behind such a stance, by the "guardians of Research". After taking drugs the power of observation or saneness of the researcher becomes questionable. When he comes out of his "High state", we will have to put blind faith on his memory. But this is not a scientific method of collecting field data, is it?
but it "felt" different than acid. I don't know how I can really explain it. But it lasted a LONG time. Much longer than mushrooms or LSD.Mescaline and acid differ in their effects. Okay, but how do they differ? What kind of experiences did you have on either accounts? I understand LONGER. Well, Gwenneth, could you at least describe your acidic memories? :drool:
new believer
03-10-2009, 03:28 PM
Getting 'high' is cool (at times,but it shouldn't be constant). I tried, pot,hash,'angel dust', acid, speed,uppers and downers. I still like pot but only about 4 'hits' then kick back and let it mellow. People tend to smoke until they feel 'it'. But by then they over did it. Then they get sloppy,tired and hungry. I learned the hard way but learn I did. Smoking is weeks in between. Now to mellow out I sip mostly bourbon with ginger ale or vodka with 7up. With those,I go overboard sometimes way too easy. Especially when alone. I also like various wines with cheese,crackers and dry sausage. Dinner might be imported italian tuna in olive oil (right out of the can) with saltine crackers and chablis.
That enough feedback jimnaseum?
transjen
03-10-2009, 03:39 PM
I plead the 5th :innocent: Jennifer
perkisizer
03-11-2009, 11:46 PM
meeeeeee :)
SluttyShemaleAnna
03-12-2009, 10:08 AM
My brother was a Chemistry major and he said if you really understood how drugs work, you wouldn't do drugs.
I dunno how it is in the US, but here in the UK, that's definitely not the usual opinion.
On my course we found it pretty hilarious to huff chemicals in the lab, almost everyone smoked weed and got wasted pretty often.
The great thing about doing chemistry is you know which drugs are great and which ones blow, and you can make your own LSD without it fucking up. I have a friend who did toxicology and knows way more about hte effects than me and the one thing that is definatly true is the government are massive liars. The Anti drug propaganda that they put out is pure bull, just look at how they ignore thier own experts and did the exact opposite to thier recommendation over weed.
My recomendations are smoke as much weed as you like. Go easy on hte coke, just have a little n not not too often, and don't do heroin, it's shit. Don't take E if you are retarded, 12 or your mates are all dickheads, don't pour amyl nitrate into a handkerchief, thats a really retarded thing to do, and whatever you DON'T TRUST WHITEY!!!
Creedence
03-13-2009, 02:45 AM
I enjoy drinking and am trying to quit cigarettes which is indeed harder then I thought.
Marijuana is as far I'll go for now but I wouldn't mind doing Ecstasy.
sesame
03-14-2009, 06:38 AM
SS-Anna, :p that way your name sounds like "SS-Kraken"(SS-370: Thats a Balao-class Sub, a ship of the United States Navy named after "kraken" the legendary sea monster)
and the one thing that is definatly true is the government are massive liars. The Anti drug propaganda that they put out is pure bull, just look at how they ignore thier own experts and did the exact opposite to thier recommendation over weed.Please Lucidify... and which Govt. are you referring to?
My recomendations are smoke as much weed as you like. Go easy on hte coke, just have a little n not not too often, and don't do heroin, it's shit. Don't take E if you are retarded, 12 or your mates are all dickheads, don't pour amyl nitrate into a handkerchief, thats a really retarded thing to do, and whatever you DON'T TRUST WHITEY!!!Those sound like wise recommendations! Well only experts like GRH and Jimnaseum can judge their merit. But I guess safety should be considered before diving headlong into FUN. Dont buy a oneway ticket to High-land!
I still like pot but only about 4 'hits' then kick back and let it mellow. People tend to smoke until they feel 'it'. But by then they over did it. Then they get sloppy,tired and hungry. I learned the hard way but learn I did. Smoking is weeks in between.That tastes better and safer than... "smoke as much weed as you like"
I'm sure there are better uses of weed than recreation. ... The holy men use them too, but they never get plastered out of their wits.
sesame
03-21-2009, 03:20 AM
By the way, did you know, that a shot of adrenalin directly to the heart can bring someone back from certain death due to drug overdose? I saw it in a movie called "Pulp Fiction". John Travolta stabbed a needle full of adrenalin in Uma Thurman's heart and she was alive once again! I loved that movie! :D ...Bruce Willis said to the innocent looking dim witted wife, "Its a chopper baby!" and "Zed is dead." :p
I LOVE "Pulp Fiction," as a film, it's GREAT entertainment! But it's piss-poor education for a narcotic overdose. It's probably done more harm to public perception regarding treating an overdose of a mu-agonist...Shooting shit into the heart that is essentially nor-epinephrine is only going to make things worse. The clinical approach to treating an overdose on a mu-agonsist (traditional opiate narcotic) would be a mu-ANTAGONIST! Clinically speaking, you would administer an IV shot of naloxone to the point of reversing respiratory arrest. If you go too far and induce acute withdrawal symptoms, you might reverse treatment slightly so that you can bring a patient down without bringing on WD's so severely. "Pulp Fiction" was full of SHIT on this particular point!
Be_my_nude
03-21-2009, 05:36 PM
I LOVE "Pulp Fiction," as a film, it's GREAT entertainment! But it's piss-poor education for a narcotic overdose. It's probably done more harm to public perception regarding treating an overdose of a mu-agonist...Shooting shit into the heart that is essentially nor-epinephrine is only going to make things worse. The clinical approach to treating an overdose on a mu-agonsist (traditional opiate narcotic) would be a mu-ANTAGONIST! Clinically speaking, you would administer an IV shot of naloxone to the point of reversing respiratory arrest. If you go too far and induce acute withdrawal symptoms, you might reverse treatment slightly so that you can bring a patient down without bringing on WD's so severely. "Pulp Fiction" was full of SHIT on this particular point!
My high is entirely in pleasurable activity ( Sex included, of course ) e.g. in experiences and internally-generated chemical stimuli. I am allergic to alcohol ( not that I'm another Pretty Woman or anything ) as I cannot metabolise it, and I only take drugs to combat medical symptoms, illness etc. Having said that, I have never managed to achieve a completely trancendental state, so I think I understand why so many folks try the psychedic route.
So I'm hedonistic, and shamelessly so. My greatest pleasure is still sitting overlooking the sea and watching the sun setting.
Boring isn't it ?
Bella
sesame
03-23-2009, 03:58 AM
Shooting shit into the heart that is essentially nor-epinephrine is only going to make things worse. The clinical approach to treating an overdose on a mu-agonsist (traditional opiate narcotic) would be a mu-ANTAGONIST! Clinically speaking, you would administer an IV shot of naloxone to the point of reversing respiratory arrest. If you go too far and induce acute withdrawal symptoms, you might reverse treatment slightly so that you can bring a patient down without bringing on WD's so severely.And here comes Dr. DooLittle, with her in-depth, no-bullshit knowledge bank. Thank you, GRH.:respect: But I think you just skimmed the surface; could you go a little deeper and explain? What should be done at the time of an overdose and why? By the way, I liked Samuel Jackson more in Pulp Fiction. He was kind of a philosophical hitman! Did you not like his Bible quote? It was awesome!!:D
The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the iniquities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed is he, who in the name of charity and good will, shepherds the weak through the valley of darkness, for he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost children. And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who would attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. And you will know my name is the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon thee.
sesame
03-23-2009, 04:46 AM
Is it surprising to note, that many a Christian came to know of this piece of the Bible, for the first time, after watching Pulp Fiction? :p
Naked Freedom
05-08-2009, 10:04 AM
i have tried alot of mind altering substances starting with cigarettes when i was 15...to alcohol (from when i was 17), marijuana and cannabis (from when i was 20)......i also used to inhale that intoxicating smell you find in adhesives, whiteners etc. probably ether i think...
lastbaron
05-08-2009, 05:51 PM
Im new to the Board and i encourage marijuana use!!!
Vanillas
05-09-2009, 04:14 AM
I have never used street drugs, including grass. This in spite of the fact that I came of age during the 1960s and in the San Francisco Bay Area, no less. I used to drink heavily, developed health problems and eventually had to quit altogether. That was a number of years ago. Notwithstanding an occasional vicodin (for severe arthritis) the strongest thing I put in my body is Starbucks House Blend coffee.
person123
05-11-2009, 01:29 AM
i smoke weed, i smoke less than i used to but it's probably still too often
uberandrew
05-15-2009, 02:39 PM
not yet, and probably never....i just go wank when im upset
hansen
05-22-2009, 12:25 PM
all of that crap ruin my life ,now for an about a year i clean of all drugz
i 'we been 6 yearz on heroine and that's everything but not fun
futacum
07-20-2009, 02:02 AM
I try to stick with alchy and trees.
jdawg
07-20-2009, 06:18 AM
I smoke and rarely, if ever, drink. I don't buy the line that acid and shit like that gives you insight that others don't have. Whenever I trip, it just slows my world down and shit gets all weird. Never have I stopped and though about theworld. Maybe it's just me because I know people who became vegans because of a mushroom trip. I don't know.
sesame
07-30-2009, 06:23 AM
i have tried alot of mind altering substances starting with cigarettes when i was 15...to alcohol (from when i was 17), marijuana and cannabis (from when i was 20)......i also used to inhale that intoxicating smell you find in adhesives, whiteners etc. probably ether i think...
You mean Dendrite adhesive, dont you? Well, it can seriously damage your brain. Stick to the safer ones, my friend.:yes:
fuckstudent
07-30-2009, 06:41 AM
No i don't do drugs, not my thing.
I also drink very rarely...
kenstar
09-12-2010, 08:15 AM
I smoke lots and lots of weed
no1000
09-12-2010, 06:33 PM
I have tried many things in the past but I stick to drinking and smoking these days (weed>cigs) . :respect:
I wouldn't mind trying a few things that have piqued my interest over the years but it would have to be a VERY special occasion/place.
aw9725
09-12-2010, 07:11 PM
I despise drugs. I can’t imagine why anyone would want to do any of that shit. I do however enjoy an occasional drink or two with friends or at dinner.
(Sorry I had to change my profile information to something silly again. Just don’t know if I can trust anyone. However if Kelly Shore reads any of my posts--I really am a tall, affluent, well-built, good looking, college professor, who rides a Harley… :innocent: ;))
The Conquistador
09-13-2010, 02:16 PM
I get high off of the smell of burning Cordite and Hoppes No.9... ;)
I've been sober for a little more than 60 days.
I've been sober for a little more than 60 days.
That's great news! Welcome back.
Fantasex 76
09-20-2010, 07:52 AM
I've stayed away from drugs for 6 years now.
Drinking on the other I still love to do and mostly beer these day usually Canada's finest lager Moosehead.I have always loved Heineken and on occasion I will drink Jameson Irish Whisky.
Cool, you're a vegan? I'm a vegetarian myself.
I've actually tried Ayahuasca, but it was some that I prepared myself. I never traveled to Peru to do it the proper way.
no1000
09-22-2010, 03:44 AM
I like the way you think but I still love my animal meat. :)
I've never cooked them myself but the first time I ate grasshoppers, they were dry in a plastic bag. I started calling it 'grasshopper jerky' because it looked like they had left them out in the sun to cook. Very crunchy. The second time I had them, they were in a taco. This time the grasshoppers looked to be fried. Not deep fried but fried on a saucepan with very little oil. They really don't taste like 'meat' like steak, pork, it's completely different. They taste like irony, protein. I think it's more the consistency of the grasshopper that most people are afraid of rather than the actual taste. It's a very subtle taste.
This thread seems to have become about food, not drugs.
I have eaten 17-year cicadas. I was at The Johns Hopkins University in Baltimore in 1987 when the cicada cyle erupted. The cicadas were everywhere. One day, I noticed one of the custodians making his way slowly down one of the walkways. Every once in a while, he would reach up and grab a cicada from a low-hanging tree and pop it in his mouth.
He explained to me that you want to eat some of them alive, just when they're molting. He told me they were like soft-shell crabs (a Baltimore specialty). He had a knack for picking out the right ones from among the (literally) hundreds of thousands, or probably millions, that were lying everywhere. Being a firm believer in trying anything edible at least once, I gave it a go. It was delicious.
The next day, a professor I was working with invited me to a restaurant owned by a friend of his. It was a private dinner of cicadas, served many different ways. I had them served just like soft-shell crabs, rolled in flour and sauteed with butter and shallots and some herbs.
In 2004, a friend of mine in Washington, D.C. (also in the unique U.S. cicada belt) told me that a restaurant in Georgetown served pretty much the same recipe. That would have been 17 years after I tried them -- hence, the 17-year-cicada cycle.
ts_addict
09-22-2010, 06:31 PM
I took drugs heavily from the ages 13 to 18. Mostly MDMA and Weed with the rare bit of coke.
I won't go near the stuff these days though unless on a special occasion.
Nothin like lines and shemale porn as far as I'm concerned. Keeps me up all night looking at these hotties!
killa-ashley
09-22-2010, 10:07 PM
Not anymore.:censored:
moonvisage
10-17-2010, 02:30 AM
i don't take drugs of any kind,i never have.
sucka.free
10-20-2010, 01:43 AM
said Colt 45 and 2 Zig Zags...
Baby, that's all we need.
We can go to the park, after dark;
And smoke that tumble weed.
As the marijuana burns, we can take our turn,
Singing them dirty rap songs.
Stop and hit the bong like Cheech and Chong.
And send our tapes from here to Hong Kong.
So roll, roll, roll my joint.
Pick out the seeds and stems.
Feelin' high as hell, flying through Palmdale.
Skating on Dayton rims.
So roll, roll the 83,
Caddilac Coupe DeVille
If my tapes and my Cds just don't sail, bet my Caddy will.
:lol::lol:
More lyrics: http://www.lyricsfreak.com/a/afroman/#share
sucka.free
10-20-2010, 01:51 AM
I smoke and rarely, if ever, drink. I don't buy the line that acid and shit like that gives you insight that others don't have. Whenever I trip, it just slows my world down and shit gets all weird. Never have I stopped and though about theworld. Maybe it's just me because I know people who became vegans because of a mushroom trip. I don't know.
....yep..its just you!:eek:
..don't knock what you haven't experienced :respect:
I smoke and rarely, if ever, drink. I don't buy the line that acid and shit like that gives you insight that others don't have. Whenever I trip, it just slows my world down and shit gets all weird. Never have I stopped and though about theworld. Maybe it's just me because I know people who became vegans because of a mushroom trip. I don't know.
....yep..its just you!:eek:
..don't knock what you haven't experienced :respect:
Hey, sucka.free, putting aside that the post to which you are responding is from 15+ months ago, I'm wondering whether so much weed is impairing your cognitive abilities. :lol: You chastise jdawg for knocking what he hasn't experienced, but he clearly writes "Whenever I trip" and then describes his experience. Just because it isn't the same as yours doesn't make it illegitimate.
sissyslut42
11-14-2010, 06:25 PM
Green everyday. I love the stuff...
Wow, did we really have a psychadelic free-for-all evening. Four new research chemicals to try. They didn't mix well with my current regime of medications.
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