Who gets high?

[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.

[GRH]

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. 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]

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]

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...

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 ;-)



H

[sesame]

Originally Posted by Hankhavealot

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]

Originally Posted by GRH

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.

[transgirllive1]

Originally Posted by sesame

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

[GRH]

Originally Posted by sesame

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.

[dude89]

i love mary jane:D

[sesame]

Originally Posted by GRH

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?

[GRH]

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/2...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]

Originally Posted by GRH

In a future post, I will hope to make this explanation more clear through a personal description

Please 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.

[GRH]

Originally Posted by sesame

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.

[twistedone]

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.

[GRH]

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.

[GRH]

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]

Originally Posted by GRH

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 ); 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]

Originally Posted by GRH

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.

[WowME]

I smoke weed from time to time..but im a singer so i try not to too often

[sesame]

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.

[GRH]

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]

Originally Posted by GRH

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!

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.

[sesame]

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.

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]

Originally Posted by GRH

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.

Be good.

[jimnaseum]

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.

[GRH]

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]

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.

[DL_NL]

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.

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?

[GRH]

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]

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]

Originally Posted by jimnaseum

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.

Originally Posted by jimnaseum

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.

Originally Posted by Rhythmic Delivery

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.

[nmlss]

I only do alcohol, zero drugs. My favourite is black vodka, it's just perfect to get drunk leaving a nice mouth's taste.

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]

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!

Originally Posted by jimnaseum

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.

[GRH]

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."

[sesame]

Originally Posted by rhythmic delivery

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! 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.

[SluttyShemaleAnna]

Originally Posted by jimnaseum

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!!!

[JDL]

Need to re-supply, but I partake of the greenery.

[JDL]

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.

Originally Posted by JDL

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

[Cyborg]

Sometimes weed and more than sometimes beer.

[thequietone1]

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.

To each their own I say.

[sesame]

Hey GRH,
I just got informed that you were recently abducted by Aliens! Is that why your posts are so few?
Wooooow!

[GRH]

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]

GRH,

The prevailing opinion since has been that you can't research the drugs and be taking them yourself

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?

[new believer]

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?