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[1TWISTEDTRUCKER]

great story mad jag,


once I started reading this, I immediately thought of the movie YOUNG GUNS, lol

there is so much truth in your experience, this is the context in which psychedelics are supposed to, and should be used.

I think that "voice" is a signal or frequency or radiation/energy... or what ever one wants to use to define it... is actually something that is always there (omnipresent?), however subtle it may be, and psychedelics simply quiet our minds and lower our waking state... beta brain waves to levels more sensitive to that "energy" thereby making it better received and interpreted by our brains...

plant teachers are great tools to become re acquainted so one may "know thy self" the key, I think, is using those tools to learn to maintain some form of constant relationship with your "true self" without trippin' and I have (more recently) began to realize the benefits of living from that space and being able to recognize that subtle quiet voice of righteousness among the constant loud annoyance of ego and mind... and through that I feel like I have started to become a better human and a better physical representation of, in your words, my own "wiser self"

I'm gonna have to go back and read more from this thread!

I am searching hard to find peace in My mind. A way to deal with this ever devolving civilization.

I am finding it more and more difficult to deal with the speed of societies advances, because as technology increases the basic civility of the mass's is being LOST. I am a very empathetic person.

I have been trying to find the time to take a "spirit Quest" inner journey as it where. Either through the use of Peyote, or DMT. A heavy dose of Shrooms would probably do the trick, as well. but I really want to do this in the company of a Healer Who can help Me to interporat the messages(realizations) that I am gifted with through the Journey.

Peace & LOve; Twisted

 

[Infinitesimal]

I am searching hard to find peace in My mind. A way to deal with this ever devolving civilization.

I am finding it more and more difficult to deal with the speed of societies advances, because as technology increases the basic civility of the mass's is being LOST. I am a very empathetic person.

well In my opinion most children are well connected and can interpret their higher consciousness (as well as a child can at least)... its only through the invalidation of a child's perceptions and imagination by parents which begins to engrain them with the idea that their reality is in some way not valid... followed by religion, education, government and society as whole which further shapes their "box" which limits ones understanding. so everyone (or almost, depending on ones upbringing I guess) gets shoved into this box and way of thinking, it's really up to the individual to question EVERYTHING about the nature of this box they were placed in and learn first, that the box isn't real and secondly begin to think out side the box and explore...

I am finding the only way to find peace of mind is to first learn to consciously control the ego (what the body demands from you), then to consciously control the mind (thoughts/what the intellect demands, it tries to fit everything rationally into the box that has already been built for you)... then if you can use your emotions and feeling to navigate the thoughts you have, you can begin to identify your inner voice from ego/mind...

in my experience your inner self speaks quiet and gently, it's not pushy or nagging, it doesn't ask anything from you and it is never negative UNLESS it teaches a lesson, which it should always guide and teach... it never judge's... its the next voices that are nagging and want you to do something for them to buy that pack of cigs or eat that unhealthy food or to think this way or that... thoughts that make you feel anxious, angry or sad.

I have almost always had any issue with quieting my thoughts, and the idea of quieting my mind or meditating sounded as foreign as travel to another galaxy, but with practice and understanding I have gotten much much better at it, I suggest you look into Transcendental Meditation... there is a movie on youtube called spiritual reality... their theology is a little to dogmatic for me but their meditation technique has helped me, especially with the help of a small dose of shrooms

I have been trying to find the time to take a "spirit Quest" inner journey as it where. Either through the use of Peyote, or DMT. A heavy dose of Shrooms would probably do the trick, as well. but I really want to do this in the company of a Healer Who can help Me to interporat the messages(realizations) that I am gifted with through the Journey.

Peace & LOve; Twisted

that's just it man, its not what anyone else "thinks" about your experience... its about what the experience meant to you... and often the degree in which you understand the message has to do with the conscious intent you had going into the journey.

and that is where all the religions of the world have failed, they all teach a similar message but they don't teach that the messiah is inside you... its not some god out there that only speaks to a certain few and judges everyone else, which means you need to find these special people and do what they say "god" wants you to do.

"god/spirit/source/quantum unified energy field" what ever anyone wants to call it, to make themselves feel comfortable, is all that is and all that will be... it both exists as and is conscious of EVERYthing simultaneously... supposedly moses came upon a bush that was burning but yet not consumed by its flames and it spoke out to him, he asked it what to call it... the bush said "I am that I am"... moses was tripping likely on his endogenous dmt.

basically, question everything, sharpen your tool... and you should be able to follow your own interpretation

 

[dddaver]

Google ego death.

I can give such stellar advise, now if I could only live my own words.

 

[1TWISTEDTRUCKER]

Infinitesimal,,, Brother it is funny how sometimes it takes another person to point out the obvious.
I do believe that,,, The Higher Power,,, God , or what ever You choose to call it IS IN ALL of Us. I not only believe this, but that we not only have a better understanding of this as Children, but as a Species We once had a much clearer understanding of the natural world.
And as Civilization has advanced, that We have LOST the connections with nature, and one another.
I think I need to just shit or get off the pot, and just get My Own Shroom grow going, and
then get lost in the woods, and My self for a few daze.

Once again THANKS Infinitesimal, for the advice.

Peace; 1TT

 

[Madjag]

 

[Sforza]

Madjag, I enjoyed reading about your experience drinking the Mescaline juice in the canyon with your friend. It brought back old memories.

In the late 60's, I did quite a bit of acid, which probably contributed to my dropping out of college. Getting good grades just does not seem so important when one is spending time contemplating the meaning of life. Through trades, I came across some dried peyote buttons a time or two but I could never bring myself to eat them. Too nasty looking. I did try smoking them, but I experienced little or no effect using that method.

At one point, after doing quite a few acid trips over a relatively short period of time, I had to get up and go to an early class. I was not a coffee drinker back then, but since it was an early class and I did not get much sleep that night, I grabbed a cup of joe to drink in class.

This was an intro freshman class in a public university so it was held in a large auditorium. As the coffee kicked in, not only did I wake up, but I also started to trip a little, with wavy distortions and halos of rainbow colors. At that point, I realized that I may have been taking a bit too much acid so I cut back for a while.
Speaking of being high in class, I had one experience in college that taught me that being high on cannabis does not impair one’s ability to think.

At the time, I had quite a bit of some really great Afghani hash. Almost black on the outside and green inside, it was some potent stuff. I was selling it out of my girlfriend’s dorm suite. I had a final exam coming up in a class, it was a history or some other social science class that required a lot of reading and memorization. The test was in the early afternoon and I had been studying for a couple of hours at the suite and I was just about to head over to the hall to take the test when a guy called up and asked to buy a small amount of hash. I told him that I had to do it after the test, but he said he was real close and would come quick, so I consented.

Naturally, he wanted to take a hit or two to check the quality. He offered the pipe to me and I said no, I had to take the test, but then he offered again, and I thought one small hit couldn't hurt. I guess we put more hash in the pipe than we thought, because we both took a few hits and got thoroughly ripped.

As I headed down to the ground floor in the elevator in the dorm, I knew I was hosed, since the elevator walls appeared to be wavy, which indicated that I was already very high and the hash was known to be creeper, building for another ten or fifteen minutes.
I walked to the test site, again this was an intro class in a large hall, so there were 200 or more students in the class.

I got the test and scantron sheet. At the signal, I started working on the test. Since this is a cannabis site, I am sure everyone reading this knows that although ganja can make you forget where you put your keys five minutes ago, it can also make you totally concentrate on one thing to the point where you are completely absorbed in whatever you are doing to the exclusion of all else.

I worked my way through the test slowly and steadily, gaining confidence as I found that although I was very high, the questions made sense and I remembered the material well. When I reached the end of the test, I was about to stand up and turn it in, but when I looked around the large hall, I saw that no one else was done with the test. That worried me, so I started to go back over the test and double check my answers. I got about half way through it, finding no answers I wanted to change, when the first student turned in his test. I got up and turned mine in too, leaving the hall still buzzed.

I was worried about how I did on the test, since I was so high when I took it. A couple days later, the results were posted. I was prepared for a disaster. Since this was a large class and it was graded by scantron, the results were posted on the department’s bulletin board, using the student’s social security number. The results were posted from the highest score to the lowest. I worked my way up the scores from the bottom and was surprised and delighted to find my social security number in the top two or three scores.

One of my best trips during those early years was a capsule of psilocybin. Someone gave it to me and it was a one-time affair. As you mentioned, when someone gives you a capsule of a psychedelic you never know what you are really getting, but in this case, I believe it was psilocybin and a very good and pure grade due to the great trip I had from it. The hallucinations and colors were very intense and very beautiful, but unlike the electric, fluorescent colors of acid, the colors were pure and somehow organic. I dropped the cap before a fraternity mixer with a sorority, so I was sober as the mixer began but a couple of beers probably caused the drug to get into my bloodstream quicker.

Luckily, before I was tripping my brains out, I had met and was in conversation with a pretty coed. I don’t think I ever mentioned to her that I was taking psilocybin. I do remember how excellent the party music sounded and how beautiful the colors and sensations were as she and I necked in a dark corner at the party. There was no hard crash, I just slowly came down as the effect wore off.

In Negril, the part of Jamaica were I spent most of my time, they have a lot of mushrooms and sell mushroom tea. I have tried it a time or two and don’t like it. The high has a ton of body, mostly a vibrating, speedy, too much caffeine body effect and very little colors and visuals. To me, it seems like the last six hours or so of an acid trip, the crash where the intense colors and insights are long gone, but the body is still tight and it is hard to relax.

 

[Sforza]

Hey Don,


"The growing large plants, outdoors, thread..."


MJ

Thanks for the link, Madjag. That first picture of the rounded plants in the backyard with the hummingbird feeder and hummingbird is a wonderful shot.

Now I plan on reading the entire thread.

I love how hard working and creative ganja growers are as shown by the fruits of their labor.

I find the photos to be really inspirational and I find myself wanting to retire and try my hand at growing again.

Much thanks!

 

[Hemphrey Bogart]

Hey MJ! Long time no talk. I hope the fam is all good and I hope your grow is doing well.

I never get tired of reading your stories and appreciate you taking the time to share them.

I've never been lucky enough to try peyote. It's been a LONG time since I've done any mind altering substances...maybe too long....

My last trip (on mushrooms) was maybe 15 years ago or more...I just don't trust all the stuff floating around now that is made in a lab. Maybe I should buy some spores online and see what I can do with them....

Anyway, thanks again for posting up that story.

Be well, my friend.

HB.

 

[rbt]

Hello; Madjag
It appears I have a neighbor and never saw the smoke must be down wind in the San Pedro. I have lived in the Old Pueblo and Tombstone, Bisbee most my life but for a brief period with family in Pk Cty Utah.

Talk about the Past look at Time Magazine June 1973. Catalina High Tucson Arizona most drug ridden school in America and there's my brother tye dye and Long Hair. Oh those were the days the "Peyote Church of Christ" in Safford. The pot buying in Agua Prieta,

I can remember buying loads of kilo's out of the back of a Sheriff's Patrol car in the Ryan Field area. Weldon Burr was Sherriff at the time and the undersheriff crashed a Cessna D-18 in Minnesota full of pot.

The T.O. Res. out by Ajo and the Yaquis always had shop open if you knew them. I can go further but will drop back and read a bit

Marty Robbins was from Phoenix not El Paso he was ridding through town wanted a little touch and was shot. It still hasn't been solved

 

[Madjag]

Culture of Violence

Culture of Violence

Interesting how our culture seems to thrive on violent thoughts and visions. Seems there are more and more mass shootings by peeps who are sad and lonely.....and well-armed.

 

[Madjag]

Good vibes:

 

[waveguide]

Interesting how our culture seems to thrive on violent thoughts and visions. Seems there are more and more mass shootings by peeps who are sad and lonely.....and well-armed.

you're obviously not from the o.p.

if you were, you'd probably have picked up on more of the fun stuff. eg. MKULTRA raping a girl at UMC, or walter bowart hiding out in the chiricahuas.

yep, got a big AFB, university and top medical center.. heck, we got evergreen airbase.

"sad and lonely"? nah, fucked since birth by covert intelligence. when jared loughner (who shot gabrielle giffords) took photos of himself holding a pistol and wearing a red jockstrap, he was identifying his biological imperative with his assignment. now, he's in jail, but he's finally free. take a look at the documents he left and tell me that's not conditioning.

btw giffords graduated from what is now the 4th top high school in the u.s., used to be called "special projects". where the elites meet. and, of course, their "special project" friends.

that's your covert government in motion. tucson is kinda like their disneyland.


your culture is intentionally inundated with FEAR, because it is a psychological impediment. keeps the little people nice and stunted and malleable. spreading bad thoughts is every freemasons' obligation.

 

[waveguide]

here's another funtime consideration..

go back 100 years in the u.s. and metaphysics and mysticism are somewhat popularised. but, witchcraft is not something to be into.

that's changed in the last century. secrets and spells are cool. secret clubs and brotherhoods are awesomeised by hollywood.. the masons have cool secrets instead of the enemy of freedom like they were in john quincy adams' time.

all the illuminati bullshit over the last several years, all kindsa kids are hearing jay-z say that he's a mason and it's awesome, and they're gonna "run this town".

fuck, i can hardly leave my fucking house without someone trying to kill me, but that's cool because all the comedy programs tell americans that any accusations of masonic harassment are paranoia and should be considered extremely hilarious.

i mean, that should make people stop and think.

anyway, keep buying harry potter books for your kids so they think that secrets are awesome. buddhism otoh, for example, doesn't need secret teachings.

 

[rbt]

nice post Madjag,. I went to the bull fights in Nogales in the 80's and then I meet this girl there from Santa Ana wearing a thin cotton dress and was bringing corn to the vendors. Evening sun of the fall was coming on, the beauty of a woman shown through the thin material she was wearing. I talked with her and offered to assist her to the produce market loaded up baskets on her brothers truck. I was taken they offered work Sun Flowers Harvest, another Late Chili harvest and Lupita worked the fields. Being a white guy I tanned quickly and Lupita was all a woman could be I left a few months later. didn't really fit for me. Now there is Derek Gomez O'Rourke he is 33. I quit the Bull Fights after that never stayed around long after one time then the taking of the ear I went with friends to look for women. ended up in the fields. And worked in the fields on Carborca harvest talk about dust

 

[dddaver]

I searched for "Why is ego death a good thing". This discussion came back top of the list. It is long, it ran from 2005-2011, but I found it kinda interesting. Some people don't click on every link (me included) but ICMag won't let me paste and send all of it. I hope it's safe. Anyway, here's the link:

http://www.bluelight.ru/vb/archive/index.php/t-222634.html

 

[Madjag]

Behind the Magic Curtain

Behind the Magic Curtain

 

[rbt]

Nice patio garden getting ready for the blue moon harvest in a few weeks.

 

[Madjag]

Nature gets imitated in many ways.

 

[dddaver]

Nature gets imitated in many ways. These guys remind me of the upcoming harvest....the fat, fully-expanded calyx bunches covered in trichomes:

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Looks to me like bunches of harvested Madonna's titties to me...sorry titties on the brain this morning...should be in my mouth....sorry again, damn.

 

[rbt]

I seen that but not in Saigon but Da Nang. that's a dam long way to peddle a bike from Vung Tau to Saigon. It's all dried too in those sacks