feeding the psychedelic database

[David Morris]

Yep.

On Mon, Jan 26, 2015 at 10:50 AM, Keith Davis <kbob42 at gmail.com> wrote:

> Isn't that what so called spiritual techniques are for?
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> On Jan 26, 2015, at 9:26 AM, rich <richard.romeo at gmail.com> wrote:
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> one of the things I respect the Navajo and such is for their peyote
> rituals. You have to respect a culture that encourages looking beyond
> itself.  Personally, I was a bit freaked by psychedelics and I knew
> intuitively that it wasnt for me (talking mostly mescaline here) though I
> dont regret taking it.
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> I wonder if Pynchon's drug use has declined, he's become a bit more harsh
> on the counter-culture for losing its way, thus more focused and clear in
> later books on not getting lost via paranoia's labyrinths but more explicit
> about power and its abuses
>
> rich
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> On Mon, Jan 26, 2015 at 8:21 AM, Keith Davis <kbob42 at gmail.com> wrote:
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>> Agreed, but it seems like there is a need for some guidance, as in
>> cultures that have incorporated these substances as tools of
>> transformation.
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>> On Sun, Jan 25, 2015 at 6:41 PM, Ian Livingston <igrlivingston at gmail.com>
>> wrote:
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>>> I wholeheartedly concur.
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>>> On Sun, Jan 25, 2015 at 3:43 PM, Joseph Tracy <brook7 at sover.net> wrote:
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>>>> Coming on, like a big wave, the mind and emotions suddenly drawn up
>>>> into intense motion, the body strains in that strange stillness where
>>>> incoming waters and outgoing waters raise a huge wild  form within that
>>>> must, a swirl of energy that has to,  simply must break apart, take  its
>>>> inevitable direction and move toward some now unimaginable shore.
>>>>
>>>>  1969 riding in Roger Ashodian's econoline with Benjy Burenstein headed
>>>> to the Woodstock Music and Art Festival, first LSD trip,  first happy, then
>>>> too happy, frighteningly happy, then Benjy starts shooting sparking  purple
>>>> light out of his eyes which is clearly the most amazing trick ever
>>>> performed and funny that he has kept this hidden talent to himself.  We
>>>> come after a long crazy night to a sea of people swarming at the edge of a
>>>> larger sea of people. I jump crazily off the roof of the van and dive in,
>>>> soon impossibly lost from my friends. 2 days later, Sunday morning, I have
>>>> parted company with a young woman and gone to stand in line for a
>>>> portapotty. I  have an urge to turn around and so does Benjy at the same
>>>> moment and we are face to face in a crowd of half a million.
>>>>
>>>> That same Sunday  night a smaller dose. I meet a woman next to where we
>>>> are watching Country Joe.  Later that evening I ask her if I can wrap my
>>>> blanket  around both of us and hold her and be warm in the chill air while
>>>> we listen. She agrees and as the evening unfolds, my arms around her I am
>>>> calmly, deeply happy just to be there drenched in music with someone to
>>>> hold. I realize that love is not what I thought, not something you find, or
>>>> get, or win or extort or seduce. That it must and can come from me. That I
>>>> can love, and that this truth has entered my soul is what stuns.
>>>> Everything I have ever learned is contained in that moment of amazement.
>>>>
>>>>
>>>> I am on the downside of a mescaline trip with a friendly, crazy guy I
>>>> just met named Forest and we are headed for the Sierras and a place where
>>>> the Stanislaus River carves a huge hole through part of a mountain side.  I
>>>> begin to use similes to be able to say and think satisfying sentences,
>>>> Before that moment this would have been limited to attempts at  fiction for
>>>> school or to cliches. I begin to perceive in a revelation that will
>>>> continue to unfold for years the metaphoric nature of language and the
>>>> freedom that comes with using it playfully, of pondering its structures,
>>>> its origins, its limits, versatility, nuance.I feel like flipper, doing
>>>> double flips in a sea of words.  The world has been permanently changed,
>>>> come more alive,  more ephemeral, more luminous, the language of the
>>>> universe, once dense and impenetrable seems to glance warmly,at times lean
>>>> close and kiss like an eager lover.
>>>>
>>>> Many trips. the face of the Buddah composed of stars, feeling in my own
>>>> blood the poisons we emit on an industrial scale,  a california condor
>>>> sunning himself in the morning light over the southern sierras, telepathy
>>>> for weeks, possessed by Pan, pink light over jade mountains, filling the
>>>> streets of SanFrancisco to say no to Vietnam, learning to play flutes and
>>>> whistles.  And finally a couple years later a sense that the medicine has
>>>> done what it can.
>>>>
>>>> 30 years pass with only coffee and the occasional sip of communion
>>>> wine. Post education, post theology, I come to realize that my art, my
>>>> sense of the divine, my relationship with language, my marriage have all
>>>> been hugely shaped by etheogens.  I have realized that certain inner
>>>> transformations take many years to unfold, and that the role of something
>>>> that has been labeled dangerous, and unreal has been almost entirely
>>>> enriching for me. I am thankful for these substances and for anything that
>>>> leads humans to the terrifying and  transforming power of love.
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>>>>  I believe making such substances illegal even for research was
>>>> damaging to  science, medicine, psychology, law enforcement, and possibly
>>>> even human evolution.  As far as I can see this has nothing to do with
>>>> limiting  self destructive addiction but an attempt to limit the range of
>>>> experience, exploration, and healing practices available to the human
>>>> family. These are very different from addictive drugs. For many people once
>>>> is enough whether it is a time of positive transformation of just freaky
>>>> oddness or terror. But there is a kid of natural limit to using them
>>>> lightly.  It also really creeps me out that all countries have criminalized
>>>> what is clearly a  practice dating from the earliest human records.  -
>>>> Pynchon-l / http://www.waste.org/mail/?listpynchon-l
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