Today I woke up and finally felt physically capable of wasting my time typing on this computer, not that I was sick or anything, but because my body has been filled with toxins and psychedelics of varying degree. I've been retracing the steps of my youth in this my hometown and finding where old friends may have ended up. Some are dead, many are in jail, and some have fat pockets whom have yet to be jailed. This last category has interested me to the degree that if these people were to slowly become introduced to a greater reality, they themselves and their money could be used to a greater potential of existence.
That being said, a few days ago I took a 3 hour ride to score some LSD drenched sugar cubes I had left for "safe keeping" with a friend and felt the time was nigh to use them towards some purpose. I got back to the house and fed the cubes along with some rainy-day blotter to a hip-hop producing, herb slinging friend of mine who I hadn't spoken to in years up until a week ago when our encounter inspired me to produce this blog.After waiting for the onset, I was absolutely shocked to hear that my old-friend whom we will call David was not only un-aware of who the Grateful Dead were, or the Merry-Pranksters, as I showed him the haight-asbury blotter hits I procured. In fact, he had never heard anything about a 1960's revolution at all. My mind was blown. Hippies? LSD? The Vietnam war? Protests? Political change? Nope, nothing. I had no idea where to start the conversation as typically I spend the first hour or so before an acid trip explaining it's origin. Liberalisation that happened throughout the 20th century radically shaped our world and the atmosphere in which we live in today, and its not that David is stupid for not understanding any of this, it was just that having been exposed his whole live to this dog-eat-dog shallow consumer existence, the bar was placed so low as to understanding human history or cultural evolution that he was simply unaware of little that fell outside his own existence. And the ironic part is that David is one of the very few individuals I've found from the old days who does have an understanding of whats going on, as he had said to me in his own words, "Its like this whole system is designed to keep you busy, keep your mind occupied, so you never know whats really going on...They don't even have to do anything to us, just keep our minds on that dirty patch on the floor we have to vacuum.."
David ingested the chemical with two-friends whom he brought along, eating about 4 himself and giving 2 each to his friends. I of course was matching Davids dose as we began to come up. After what seemed like an exhausting explanation of how Acid is inseparably bound to music, art, and free-expression I basically gave up for the night as the grinning faces began wondering around the apartment. I didn't need to explain anything more, I just laid back on my couch and cranked the volume on some 1971 Dead show and watched David laughing and speaking in incoherent sentences having to stop and pause in amazement now and then at the music coming from the speakers. "I've never heard any music like this before.....is this even music?...what is music?.."
Some time after this I felt the next wave was necessary. We had about 6-7 more sugar cubes that nobody wanted to stomach, including one 18 year old girl whom I had already tore into existentially a few times before dosing as she tried playing manipulative convince me of this or that games which I could tell was a mind-fuck bad trip waiting to happen. So after making her sit out the first wave, I stirred all the rest of the cubes into half a glass of kool-aid that we handed around taking equal sips out of.The rest of the night began to head exactly where I wanted it to. David felt invigorated with a sense of this great new world with infinite possibilities. However, as is traditional with hour 5 or so hits, the incoherent conversation began to turn into sweaty-palms and momentary bouts of confusion and fear that swept over the girl every five minutes or so and really started to effect the rest of the group. At one point she ran over to my television and turned it off, because the psychedelic-trance music I was listening to was "too much!" for her. This was about the close of the night after I explained that what was going on was only in her own head, and until she realized that it would infect everyone else around her. They began to relax with this information but were far-too erratic in their behavior, so after dealing with a couple hours of babysitting and knowing these kids only had another few hours of winding-down to do, I kicked them out into the night to make sense of it for themselves, and David though welcome went with them.I guess in hindsight this part of the last few days really isn't even the focal point, it is just needed to provide a background for which the rest of my post to truly make sense. For example I've eaten acid probably 500 times, or 2-3 thousand hits depending on how you view it. The point is that the trip wasn't for me. It was for David (and partially his friends) whose live will be irrevocably changed as a result of our session. Where once there may have been a lack of knowledge, their is now a desire to learn. But still that is just taking off the training wheels. As you can probably come to understand through most of your readings through my blog the emphasis is on creating a free world, filled with laughter, travel, art, music, dancing, love-making, and occasionally sleeping. The rest is all filler or bullshit to keep you, your friends, or your family locked into a cycle of unchanging obedience to those that daily rape you of your paycheck again, and again, and again. This isn't some wild leftist theory, its economics 101.
Getting back to the point however, how does one create a new world or leisure, love, music, and art? For myself it has always been prominent in the electronic music scene. People dancing together in tribal rhythmic union, with shameless smiles on their faces, with others sitting under nearby trees outside discussing metaphysics or politics. Of course you can go to a club in downtown anywhere and find every disgusting by-product of what is meant to be a loving and evolving scene, namely: fights, drug-dealing, prostitution, $20 entry fees, dress codes, and $8 drinks. This is the electronic music scene the world knows, and they call them raves. Raves are to trippy outdoor parties, what genetically-engineered McDonald's hamburgers containing fecal matter are to a delicious meal of corn on the cob that you and your cousin Earl picked this morning. The underground music scene is exactly what it needs to be, underground, contained, not open to Capitalistic raping and re-selling as the next ridiculous fashion. All you need are organizers like me, sound guys like my buddy El Train, investors like my newly initiated friend David, and artists and musicians like my friend Tim who I talked all night with about this very matter a few days ago...
The point is that a world of our own creating is not only possible but is being experienced right now. Everyday you turn on the television instead of going for a walk, eveytime you gossip instead of have a meaningful or pleasent conversation, everytime you buy a $30 T-shirt when you can get one for 50 cents or even for free at the good-will you are letting someone else create your world for you..
That being said, a few days ago I took a 3 hour ride to score some LSD drenched sugar cubes I had left for "safe keeping" with a friend and felt the time was nigh to use them towards some purpose. I got back to the house and fed the cubes along with some rainy-day blotter to a hip-hop producing, herb slinging friend of mine who I hadn't spoken to in years up until a week ago when our encounter inspired me to produce this blog.After waiting for the onset, I was absolutely shocked to hear that my old-friend whom we will call David was not only un-aware of who the Grateful Dead were, or the Merry-Pranksters, as I showed him the haight-asbury blotter hits I procured. In fact, he had never heard anything about a 1960's revolution at all. My mind was blown. Hippies? LSD? The Vietnam war? Protests? Political change? Nope, nothing. I had no idea where to start the conversation as typically I spend the first hour or so before an acid trip explaining it's origin. Liberalisation that happened throughout the 20th century radically shaped our world and the atmosphere in which we live in today, and its not that David is stupid for not understanding any of this, it was just that having been exposed his whole live to this dog-eat-dog shallow consumer existence, the bar was placed so low as to understanding human history or cultural evolution that he was simply unaware of little that fell outside his own existence. And the ironic part is that David is one of the very few individuals I've found from the old days who does have an understanding of whats going on, as he had said to me in his own words, "Its like this whole system is designed to keep you busy, keep your mind occupied, so you never know whats really going on...They don't even have to do anything to us, just keep our minds on that dirty patch on the floor we have to vacuum.."
David ingested the chemical with two-friends whom he brought along, eating about 4 himself and giving 2 each to his friends. I of course was matching Davids dose as we began to come up. After what seemed like an exhausting explanation of how Acid is inseparably bound to music, art, and free-expression I basically gave up for the night as the grinning faces began wondering around the apartment. I didn't need to explain anything more, I just laid back on my couch and cranked the volume on some 1971 Dead show and watched David laughing and speaking in incoherent sentences having to stop and pause in amazement now and then at the music coming from the speakers. "I've never heard any music like this before.....is this even music?...what is music?.."
Some time after this I felt the next wave was necessary. We had about 6-7 more sugar cubes that nobody wanted to stomach, including one 18 year old girl whom I had already tore into existentially a few times before dosing as she tried playing manipulative convince me of this or that games which I could tell was a mind-fuck bad trip waiting to happen. So after making her sit out the first wave, I stirred all the rest of the cubes into half a glass of kool-aid that we handed around taking equal sips out of.The rest of the night began to head exactly where I wanted it to. David felt invigorated with a sense of this great new world with infinite possibilities. However, as is traditional with hour 5 or so hits, the incoherent conversation began to turn into sweaty-palms and momentary bouts of confusion and fear that swept over the girl every five minutes or so and really started to effect the rest of the group. At one point she ran over to my television and turned it off, because the psychedelic-trance music I was listening to was "too much!" for her. This was about the close of the night after I explained that what was going on was only in her own head, and until she realized that it would infect everyone else around her. They began to relax with this information but were far-too erratic in their behavior, so after dealing with a couple hours of babysitting and knowing these kids only had another few hours of winding-down to do, I kicked them out into the night to make sense of it for themselves, and David though welcome went with them.I guess in hindsight this part of the last few days really isn't even the focal point, it is just needed to provide a background for which the rest of my post to truly make sense. For example I've eaten acid probably 500 times, or 2-3 thousand hits depending on how you view it. The point is that the trip wasn't for me. It was for David (and partially his friends) whose live will be irrevocably changed as a result of our session. Where once there may have been a lack of knowledge, their is now a desire to learn. But still that is just taking off the training wheels. As you can probably come to understand through most of your readings through my blog the emphasis is on creating a free world, filled with laughter, travel, art, music, dancing, love-making, and occasionally sleeping. The rest is all filler or bullshit to keep you, your friends, or your family locked into a cycle of unchanging obedience to those that daily rape you of your paycheck again, and again, and again. This isn't some wild leftist theory, its economics 101.
Getting back to the point however, how does one create a new world or leisure, love, music, and art? For myself it has always been prominent in the electronic music scene. People dancing together in tribal rhythmic union, with shameless smiles on their faces, with others sitting under nearby trees outside discussing metaphysics or politics. Of course you can go to a club in downtown anywhere and find every disgusting by-product of what is meant to be a loving and evolving scene, namely: fights, drug-dealing, prostitution, $20 entry fees, dress codes, and $8 drinks. This is the electronic music scene the world knows, and they call them raves. Raves are to trippy outdoor parties, what genetically-engineered McDonald's hamburgers containing fecal matter are to a delicious meal of corn on the cob that you and your cousin Earl picked this morning. The underground music scene is exactly what it needs to be, underground, contained, not open to Capitalistic raping and re-selling as the next ridiculous fashion. All you need are organizers like me, sound guys like my buddy El Train, investors like my newly initiated friend David, and artists and musicians like my friend Tim who I talked all night with about this very matter a few days ago...
The point is that a world of our own creating is not only possible but is being experienced right now. Everyday you turn on the television instead of going for a walk, eveytime you gossip instead of have a meaningful or pleasent conversation, everytime you buy a $30 T-shirt when you can get one for 50 cents or even for free at the good-will you are letting someone else create your world for you..
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