Who gets high?

[GRH]

Originally Posted by hankhavelock

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.

[GRH]

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...

[GRH]

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.

[GRH]

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]

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. 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.

[sesame]

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

[hankhavelock]

Originally Posted by GRH

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]

Originally Posted by GRH

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.

Originally Posted by GRH

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.

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

[GRH]

Originally Posted by sesame

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.

[ila]

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.

[GRH]

Originally Posted by ila

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.

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]

Originally Posted by GRH

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.

[ila]

Originally Posted by GRH

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. I've never tried meditating so I have been reading your posts about it trying to gain more insight into it.