feeding the psychedelic database

Mon Jan 26 23:17:40 CST 2015

A departed enlightened Master, Namgyal Rinpoche, in Body, Speech & Mind
said that there are four types of individual's paths to enlightenment. The
first is instantaneous upon hearing the teaching, someone well primed in
many past lives. The second is a "wet" path, via a very strong "body
witness" experience (tantric). The third is "arid" "mind only" Zen. The
fourth is a simultaneous blend of wet and arid.  All are equal, because
enlightenment is enlightenment.

On Monday, January 26, 2015, Joseph Tracy <brook7 at sover.net> wrote:

> Of course many people seem to have done so. The whole satori,
> enlightenment, discussion refers to such and then you have shamanic
> drumming and other trance techniques. As a a practitioner of qigong I
> assume you have some experience in this area. But there is something to be
> said for the possibility of an easier  and more direct route to this
> unifying and boundary crossing experience.  We accept that chemistry can be
> useful in changing and re-imagining our world and solving technical
> problems. So wouldn't it make sense to explore with an open mind and
> careful experimentation what these chemicals can do as healing agents, or
> agents of creativity, and an increased range of awareness?
> On Jan 26, 2015, at 11:50 AM, Keith Davis wrote:
>
> > It seems to me that if these substances just act as triggers for parts
> of the brain to fire, then we should be able to learn to fire those
> triggers without the substances?
> >
> >
> > Www.innergroovemusic.com
> > Sent from Beyond the Zero
> >
> > On Jan 26, 2015, at 9:26 AM, rich <richard.romeo at gmail.com
> <javascript:;>> wrote:
> >
> >> 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.
> >>
> >> 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
> >>
> >> On Mon, Jan 26, 2015 at 8:21 AM, Keith Davis <kbob42 at gmail.com
> <javascript:;>> wrote:
> >> Agreed, but it seems like there is a need for some guidance, as in
> cultures that have incorporated these substances as tools of transformation.
> >>
> >> On Sun, Jan 25, 2015 at 6:41 PM, Ian Livingston <
> igrlivingston at gmail.com <javascript:;>> wrote:
> >> I wholeheartedly concur.
> >>
> >> On Sun, Jan 25, 2015 at 3:43 PM, Joseph Tracy <brook7 at sover.net
> <javascript:;>> wrote:
> >> 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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> >> www.innergroovemusic.com
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