High: An account of thoughts

Murago

I would never promote the illicit use of illegal drugs.

That said, it happens...maybe to some people that use this forum. For those that partake, It is possible you are 1 of 2 people. Either you simply relax and "veg" out for the duration, OR, you partake on a "trip". A journey, in which your mind thinks outside the realm of reality, and then comes back from the cruise safe and sound(hopefully). This is a thread for the latter.

Talk about your experiences. Walks through the woods. Waking up in a strange enviroment. Seeing Jesus.

What profound insights have struck you?

What revelations or epiphanies have you been privy to?

Talk about the good. The bad. The downright ugly. Your worst experience, your best experience. Whether its your best friend who thought he could fly out of a 10 story window, or the best idea no one has ever thought of.

I'll Start

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I've only ever done the pot and a few blotters of lsd. LSD was a MASSIVE dissapointment (only did it once) and after 14 hours of feeling woozy and unsure, I passed out. The only way i would EVER try it again, is if I pulled a "Fear and Loathing" trip. I'm talking so much acid i end up in a bath tub with half of a suit on, a 9 inch army knife, grapefruits floating the tub with me, and music playing at full blast. Then I would ask my friend to drop the radio into the tub with me. B/C, i figure, if a thing is worth doing, its worth doing right.

My life doesn't revolve around pot, but there i things i enjoy more while under the influence. Namely, listening to music, watching trippy movies (the fountain, requiem for a dream, so on), and talking. I will talk straight for 2 hours if not stifled. As most know, the senses of the body are MORE intense when high, and sound is no exception. Different frequency ranges are audible, and you pick up more subtleties in music.

As far as thoughts go...the other nite i had a revelation about religion. Stay with me here atheists, even in this realm of fantasy, I think this completes the puzzle. If (as most religions say) there is good and evil, then you must concede that both are constantly working to sway our choices and actions. Also, the idea of "divine inspiration" is skewed. Most think that "god spoke to me", or "god speaks thru me", or "I'm on a mission from god".

I present that if in fact a higher power has indeed "inspired you", a human mind simply CANNOT withstand the glory, power, or divinity of a GOD. I mean, lets think about this. We are one step UP from apes. Smart creatures, but able to accept a DIVINE blessing of enlightenment and inspiration??? My guess is no. I think that the original message becomes skewed, and what SHOULD be a message of love and peace and faith, becomes miscontrued. Add to this that "evil" forces are at work, and its not impossible to think that "demonic" forces are FULLY able to influence and invade the will of normal people. What does this have to do with anything?

I believe that the normal everyday people who long ago wrote books about experiences with God or Satan are either:

a. truly inspired, but unable to deliver the message as intended, resulting in distorted beliefs/mandates/prophecies

b. absolute liars and thieves (influenced by evil) who wanted to be remembered through stories, and even worse, are able to rise in the ranks of clergy as spiritual leaders and set forth "divine" rules for general people to obey.

Now, here's the meat of this idea. I think that all religions and all "divine" works (bible, quran, torrah, etc.) are severely demented, but NOT enterily false. I'll be the first to admit that a lot of it is bullshit, and I don't put any belief in those parts. BUT (this is a big but) i think even athiests will agree, there are good things in both spirituality (note: spirituality is NOT religion) and these divine works.

"Forgiveness is love"

"I am my brother's keeper"

"thou shalt not kill"

"he without fault cast the first stone"

athiest or not, you have to concede these are morally good things to follow. Here comes some ham and eggs at you people. I think, that world peace will come when people realize that the bible is fucked up. So is the quran and the torrah and any other document you want to throw in. What needs to happen is those hard core religious people need to admit that their shit is fucked up, and throw it all out, SAVING ONLY WHAT IS GOOD.

Lets say each document and religion has 10% goodness to it. We take all the goodness and make a goodness stew. Devoid of all the bullshit, we will all have a pure way to live our lives. If everyone just relaxes, realizes that we were once ONE tribe, ONE culture, and it was meant to be that way...and that we're all really just here to love one another and be at peace...things would really work i think.

Soooo...all of that came me in about 5 minutes one nite. God gave us pot...i'm gonna smoke it.

Hope you guys share!

Elki

No, no. No.

Gabe wrote:

The new comic is up. With no Tycho around to torment I have been forced to turn my attention to my other friends. I called my buddy Robert a CockMonkey and then made an obscene gesture that involved a lot of thrusting on my part as well as some well choreographed hand motions. His feelings were hurt and I think he might have cried a little, but it just wasn't the same.

I won't bore you with another attempt at a news post. Tycho gets back into town today, which means our time together is just about up. He sent me a post last night so that I could put it up for him today and that is exactly what I've done. I would like to say I've really enjoyed our time together. Things started off a bit awkward but I think you and I have grown a lot closer over the past two weeks. I feel like we really made a connection. Maybe we can get together again some time, just you and I. We could go see a movie or something, your choice.

Before we get to Tycho's post, I did have one new item to show you.



I can't tell you any details yet but I will soon. No it's not another comic strip or comic book or anything like that. It's something much more…um, traditional.

Tycho wrote:

Munich, Germany

I just finished a beer that was so large that I had to lift it with both hands. Really, the only reason I ordered it was to wash down a pretzel that was itself so large that it could have eaten me under the right circumstances. I have a very high opinion of Munich, but it may have been artificially produced.

We got here on Monday, and we didn't know it, but it was some kind of holiday. We just started walking through a park, and we came upon a few hundred people drinking a lot. A bunch of old guys wearing lederhosen were playing brass instruments in the second floor of some rickety structure. I saw no way to access that level, so it's possible they got up there as young men and were never able to escape.

I started to cry as I sat down with a gigantic piece of meat, a schnitzel, which is like a fried continent. I mean it, I pulled my hat off my head and covered my face with it and started to cry in the middle of five hundred people. This was the thought that crept across my mind, like skywriting. This is what it is all about. If getting drunk at eleven in the fucking afternoon and eating a huge piece of meat is wrong, than I don't want to be right.

Okay, so that was a holiday and people were celebrating. It's not like that all the time. I could live here for the rest of my life though, if I needed to. We ride rented bikes we have named Bavaratti and Black Power, we ride them through parks as big as my whole district back home, we ride them through wildflowers which are tiny but distinct, like pixels.

In Italy, meals come in discrete phases, like space rockets. In Germany, the best way I can think of to describe the food is "pragmatic." It is there to get the job done, and make sure that the beer has something to keep it company. We have no idea what we're ordering, ever. Brenna did the "Learn Italian" CD-ROM, and I was supposed to do the German one, but once I learned the word for Airplane I lost interest and got heavily into online Raven Shield. Airplanes are rarely on the menu, so I've sorta let down the team here. We point at menus to get our food, at random items whose origins are mysterious to us. Every time, I seem to get sausages and sauerkraut. I'm fine with this, I think that pickling things is very prudent and I support the procedure wholeheartedly. But Brenna gets something like a bowl of Turkey Jell-O with a carrot in it or some shit. That's not a joke. Neither was the Venice thing, actually. I will think of Venice every time a red sore leaks white pus.

The best thing about being over here, aside from the bidets I mean, is listening to all these languages. Someone needs to speak English for about thirty seconds before I even recognize it. I took a lot of French in High School, which is the same as taking no French ever - I used to be able to talk about Hair and Cheese or whatever, but the extent of my French ability these days is to declare that I am a frozen chicken. Before I came here, I think that I believed Italian and German and French were just other ways to speak English - like a dialect that they persisted in using because they were stubborn or proud. When you hear a person in Italy or whatever talking in some weird way, they aren't tring to be funny - it's a whole language. They talk like that all the time. They even think like that, if you can imagine it.

Italian is cool because it can warp space-time.

Let's say that someone is just saying "hi" to you. The Buon comes out okay, we're good so far. Even the G is good. But when we get to the iornooooooo, minutes can turn into hours. I was talking to a guy at this place and he was like "Buon" and I was like, "Yeah, great. Look, I need to be somewhere this week." German, it's basically like English. English, you know, spoken by a monster, underwater, into a walkie-talkie.

I'll be turning the e-mail back on come Wednesday's post. Europe is great and everything, but I miss my fucking cat and I don't want to be here anymore.