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| Tuesday, July 11th, 2006 | |
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| _9:07 am_[fly_nimue_fly] |
http://edition.cnn.com/2006/HEALTH/07/10/psychedelic.research.ap/index.htmlyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!!!!!!!!!!SO happy this is in the news!!!! finally something on the news WORTH reading!!!!! :-D :-D (3 Comments |Comment on this) |
| Tuesday, January 17th, 2006 | |
| _8:17 pm_[delein] |
"We have gone sick by following a path of untrammeled rationalism, male dominance, attention to the visible surface of things, practicality, and bottomlineism. We have gone very, very sick. And the body politic, like any body when it feels itself to be sick, it begins to produce antibodies or strategies for over coming the condition of dis-ease. The 20th century is an enormous effort at self-healing. Phenomenon as diverse as surrealism, body piercing, psychedelic drug use, sexual permissiveness, jazz, experimental dance, rave culture, tattooing. The list is endless. What do all these things have in common? They represent various styles of rejection of linear values. The society is trying to cure itself by an archaic revival. By a reversion to arachaic values. When I see people manifesting sexual ambiguity, or scarifying themselves, or showing a lot of flesh, or dancing to synopicated music, or getting loaded, or violating ordinary cannons of sexual behavior, I applaud all of this. Because it’s an impulse to return to what is felt by the body.What is authentic.What is archaic. When you tease apart these archaic impulses at the very center of all these impulses is the desire to return to a world of magical empowerment of feeling. At the center of that impulse is the shaman. Stoned. Intoxicated on plants. Speaking with the spirit helpers. Dancing in the moonlight. Vivifying and evoking a world of conscious living mystery. That's what the world is. The world is not an unsolved problem for scientists or sociologists. The world is a living mystery. Our birth, our death, our being in the moment. These are mysteries. They are doorways, opening on to unimaginable vistas of self-exploration, empowerment, and hope for the human enterprise. Our culture has killed that. Taken it away from us. Made us consumers of shoddy products and shoddier ideals. We have to get away from that. And the way to get away from it is by a return to the authentic experience of the body. And that means sexually empowering ourselves. And it means getting loaded. Exploring the mind as a tool for personal and social transformation. The hour is late. The clock is ticking. We will be judged very harshly if we fumble the ball. We are the inheritors of millions and millions of years of successfully lived lives and successful adaptations to changing conditions in the natural world. Now that challenge passes to us: the living. That the yet to be born may have a place to put their feet and a sky to walk under. That is what the psychedelic experience is about. Is caring for, empowering, and building a future that honors the past, honors the planet, honors the power of the human imagination. There is nothing as powerful and as capable of transforming itself and the planet as the human imagination. Let's not sell it straight. Lets not whore ourselves to nit wit ideologies. Lets not give our control over to the least among us. Rather, claim your place in the sun and go forward into the light. The tools are there. The path is known. You simply have to turn your back on a culture that has gone sterile and dead and get with the program of a living world and an reempowerment of the imagination." Terence McKenna - Eros and the Eschaton (MP3 27.2 MB) (Comment on this) |
| Sunday, January 8th, 2006 | |
| _3:02 pm_[ethnobot] |
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| Wednesday, July 20th, 2005 | |
| _7:56 pm_[squishythingz] |
plz help in the fight against C.A.F.T.A. this is great beast that connot be allowed to infect our economy or health. go to this link to find out about it and sign a petition against it.http://action.downsizedc.org/wyc.php?cid=32 (Comment on this) |
| Monday, June 27th, 2005 | |
| _5:46 pm_[butterflydamage] |
how many of you here have taken salvia?how would you compare it to your experiences with DMT? (5 Comments |Comment on this) |
| Saturday, April 30th, 2005 | |
| _12:13 pm_[igzeefus] |
Ayahuasca Invocation for Today (x-posted in  2_0_1_2)We ask these plants, in light and loveTo teach us of the world aboveThe world around us and belowThe world withinThe undertowTo all of natureAll of beingRemove mind's cloudsAnd grant us seeingWe humbly ask these teachers:Show.Please guide us throughLife's sweet warm glowLife's chaos, fervorForce and depthThe limits reachedAt birth and deathWe pay respect to teachers' powersFor we all knowThey're not just flowersNot merely plantsBut awesome keysWhose revelationsBring to kneesAll egos' worldly gamesAnd strugglesAnd as we meltTo formless puddlesWe will take heedAnd we will learnTo hear your messageWe all yearnAnd so we sayThese words in love:"We draw the lightDown from aboveAnd we all hopeAnd we all prayTo better our beingsThis way"And as we finishThis last verseWe thank these plantsAnd Universe--igzeefus Current Mood:  contemplative (8 Comments |Comment on this) |
| Friday, April 29th, 2005 | |
| _12:11 pm_[igzeefus] |
Tomorrow, and Tomorrow and Tomorrow So tonight my friend AB and I are preparing Ayahuasca with Mimosa Hostilis and Peganum Harmala. The computed dosage is 4g Harmala and 20g Mimosa extract per person. We shall ingest it tomorrow, along with my fiancee ( butterflydamage) who will be taking Psilocybian chocolates instead. AB and I have followed all the dietary precautions for 2 days now. I'll post more when we return from the land of the Elves.Peace and Love to You AllIgzeefus (Comment on this) |
| Sunday, April 24th, 2005 | |
| _4:17 pm_[igzeefus] |
Thoughts about Language and Time Here are some thoughts my fiancee butterflydamage thought up about time and language. (x-posted in 2_0_1_2) we had these questions:( Read more...Collapse ) (Comment on this) |
| _12:57 pm_[butterflydamage] |
i know this has more to do with mushrooms than DMT, but it works for DMT experiences as well i thinkhappy travelling :)( delicious trippy goodnessCollapse ) (2 Comments |Comment on this) |
| Tuesday, April 19th, 2005 | |
| _8:37 am_[squishythingz] |
I am seeming to remember a distant memory. There was an entity, and it told me " With motion comes time". It then showed me how it all worked. It gave me eyes, to see the sun rise and fall and to see all the other rythems of life. After being subjected to it for so long it was hard not to believe. Then I came to know it as fact. I wandered through this foggy land. The more I watched the clearer everything got. The walls became trully solid. Form was brought to the formless, wich I once was.I saw, did and was a victim of many horrible things. I then saw this place for what it really was. A black prison that has been woven into the very fabric of what our existance is. I also have remembered that our existance is just a thought. Our bodys are not real. We are dreaming this life. There was once a time when we knew how to live life lucidly, but that was long ago. I had forgotten this.With this memory came with it what was before. I have remembered that before there was no begining and no end, life was an eternal and ever-changing. Now I remember that it still is. It is onyl our perception, wich we have let cloud and confuse us, that is in this "time". We exist in the same moment of now. I have remembered that there is no space, that wich divides us is illusionary. The sun and planets are all a clever plan to keep us stuck within an idea of pattern and rythem.We trully are infinite, our bodies are illusion and we are the same being. NO time has passed, our surrounding have just changed. And when I saying surounding I do mean your body as well for it is not you, its just another object of deception. We have the ability to move out of this. The "time" is coming for all to show themselves what was before, and what has allways been, and to decide what to do from there. True freedom is here, its all around us. All you need to do is remember that is not only possible but that it is the true way for us. Change whats in your mind and you change reality. (7 Comments |Comment on this) |
| Sunday, April 17th, 2005 | |
| _4:27 pm_[wile_e_peyote] |
The G is at it again. *xposted to several forums, so if you see this more than once that's why* High Court Asked to End Religious TeatimeMarya LucasLegal Times04-14-2005SourceA small Christian group's drinking of ceremonial tea could be curtailed if the Bush administration has its way before the Supreme Court. The administration is challenging the New Mexico group -- O Centro Espirita Beneficiente Uniao Do Vegetal -- and its practice of drinking hoasca, a sacred herbal tea that members believe connects them to God. The tea contains dimethyltryptamine, a controlled substance under the Controlled Substances Act and one the administration claims is banned by international treaty. The Supreme Court will decide whether to hear the case, Gonzales v. O Centro Espirita Beneficiente Uniao Do Vegetal, No. 04-1084, at its conference Friday. ( Read furtherCollapse ) (1 Comment |Comment on this) |
| Wednesday, April 13th, 2005 | |
| _4:54 pm_[butterflydamage] |
hey, do any of you have the Timewave Zero software???i'd be really interested to know how things were going right now...info on timewave zero here (4 Comments |Comment on this) |
| Monday, April 4th, 2005 | |
| _5:54 pm_[igzeefus] |
Mushroom Trip - 4.2.05 so my fiancee and my friend A. took mushrooms this weekendpersonally, and i believe the same applied to all three of us prior tothe trip in some way, i needed some serious psychic and mentaldecompression. in the month or so prior to the trip, i've fallen preyto brooding anxeties and neuroses - about my relationship with myfiancee, my interactions with people, and my purpose in the world. itgot so bad, that i'd be worried and insecure about everything i did.everywhere and every time. how this state came about for me, i'm notsure. but in retrospect, i think it was a sort of growing snowball ofnegativity, rolling down a depressive hill, within which i allowedmyself to become stuck.perhaps this was the side-effect of my previous mystically ecstaticexperience on mushrooms and extasy a month and a half prior to thisweekend. it was an experience where i touched the divine - a light andserenity i've never known before engulfed me, and i was filled withlove and oneness with everything that is, was, and will ever be. iremember coming off that hippie-flip, shocked by the power of it,shattered and unable to come to terms with the ordinariness of normalexistence. i remember spending the next day barely able to move,reassembling myself into a functioning human being. perhaps i'vereassembled myself the wrong way - such are the risks of being plungedheadfirst into spiritual experience with the aid of drugs.my fiancee and A. also had anxieties of their own. everyone needed agood "reset" from the patterns we've accustomed ourselves to, be itwork, play, sleeping, eating, sex, etc etc. mushrooms, i believe, arean excellent way to do this.my fiancee and i spent the better part of the day cleaning andpreparing the house for the trip. we cleaned up, vacuumed, did somelaundry, dishes, and fixed up some more decorations. lastly, we eachtook a shower, and purified the air and "atmosphere" of the house withburning sage. my fiancee and i had agreed to do this. she was anxiousyet excited about the upcoming trip. the stage was set and my friendA. arrived at about 9 pm.shortly before his arrival, i was freaking out quietly. i wasaprehensive about taking the mushrooms. i was afraid that i'd see somefeelings or fears that i've been repressing. i was worried about beingthrust into a bad trip because i was worried. being worried aboutbeing worried isn't fun. as a background for this, all my anxietieswhich i held for over a month became amplified. in the shower, i triedto steady myself, telling myself that the worst trials one faces comebefore victory. i'd learned this from "the alchemist" by paulo coelho,which i'd finished reading recently. if i was ever to let go of myanxieties, i first had to face them. shortly after the shower, i had aflash of a gruesome face when i blinked, morphing and twisting into asoup of intestinal shapes and eyeballs dangling by optic nerves. werethe mushrooms warning me? was i about to enter terror?after A. arrived, we weighed out and cut up the mushrooms. we paid$100 for 8.88 grams - the guy we got them from didn't have a scale, so$33/3 grams was about what each of us had paid. The numbers 888 and333 caught my attention, looking at me from my calculator and scalewhen i was doing the weighing out. the mushrooms smelled suprisingly"clean", and their broken surfaces were stained with a prominent blue.psilocybin oxidizes and turns blue. we were gonna trip hard.after we'd ended up with 3 plates of finely cut up mushrooms, arrangedwith cups of water and spoons in a triangle in the middle of theliving room. the setting was very ritual like. we blessed and thankedthe mushrooms before us. this eased my mind a bit. then my fiancee puton some beautiful music, and we meditated for three songs.during my meditation, i saw images and felt emotions that brought mepeace. i saw that my fears were unrooted, and that i was creating themto escape what i saw as a calm routine. i tend to create drama formyself when everything is going well. i saw desert vistas, i saw myfiancee smiling, i saw us grow old together. i was reminded of fatimaand the desert from "the alchemist". i felt i reached into the futureand touched my fiancee. i felt at peace with everything then. i thinkit was the most productive meditation i've ever done, because by itsend, i was so serene and calm, that i didn't feel worried aboutanything.we ate the mushrooms shortly after 10 pm. the best way to eat them, wedecided, was to take spoonfuls of crushed mushrooms and down them withwater, so as to avoid the taste. we'd eaten some tums and gas-x,smoked two bowls of pot, and were awaiting the come-on. we'd heardfrom the guy that sold the mushrooms to us that they were pretty fun,yet also very harsh on the stomach. i was hoping to avoid nausea.sitting still and relaxed, we talked about our expectations for thetrip. each of us had certain ideas about what we wanted to do, but weall understood well that trying to plan anything for a trip is prettymuch a futile mental exercise. i wanted to play my drum and run aroundoutside. outside was also a possibility for A. and my fiancee. we'dalso set up markers, a digital camera, a tape recorder, eyeshades,glowsticks, and my fiancee put on a very trippy patterned shirt. wefelt we were somewhat ready.since we were all planning a nature outing a month from then thatwould possibly involve ayahuasca (i'd already collected theingredients, and was ready to prepare the brew), we'd felt that thistrip into the other was a sort of "test run", a preview of things tocome if we were to try the intense and oftentimes unpredictable southamerican brew. i was the main proponent of that outing, but A. and myfiancee weren't sure they wanted to mess with the stuff. it is said tomake you purge, puke and retch, in both the spiritual and physicalsense, for a long time.i love my house. it has a ceiling that is brush patterned into a sortof "fish-scale" surface. i began to feel queasy and had to lie down.the come-up began, and was very very rapid and intense. the ceilingbegan to "layer" apart. each layer began to wave and dance, and shapesand designs appeared. i looked at my carpet and each strand of thecarpet looked like a moving anemone - the carpet seemed to be swayingwith some invisible waves, and then geometric designs began to appear,growing like snowflakes on the carpet surface. i began tripping fullforce. talking was very difficult at this point, as we all lay there,looking at our surroundings and watching them melt and blend.my fiancee notes that at around this point, she was tripping so hardthat she saw the dances of shiva and then kali in our ceiling. kali isthe consort of shiva, and is my fiancee's patron goddess whom she'sbeen interested in as of late. at a certain point, the chaos and forceof the dance became too intense for her, and she had to go to thebathroom to vomit. as soon as she vomited, she exclaimed "they haveme. the mushrooms have me!" and vomited some more. i was in a state ofdetached serenity, and placed my hand, radiating calm and contentment,onto her head. when we later talked about this she said it helped hera lot. i for one, was not seeing that many visuals, but was feeling atouch of that eternal peace i've felt a month and a half before.the trip proceeded very quickly. we started laughing hystericallyabout how little everything we do so casually and automatically makesany sense. we talked about driving cars, being pulled over by police,money, work, society, the death of the pope. it was all clearlynonsense. some insights from the night included "where is old england,and who decided new england was new?", "houses? what?", "this randomguy, thinks it's ok to make you stop your car and arrest you, becausesome other guys somewhere said that it was ok to do this. step out ofthe car? what? do you know how fast were you going? huh? i wasDRIVING. of course i know how fast i am going! who the fuck are you toask me all these dumb questions?", "i go to work, and do some randomthings i don't care for, and i get these numbers next to my name,called money. and the oil company sees these numbers and brings meheating oil. what do i give them? nothing. what do they give me? oil.how does that make any sense? money doesn't make sense","it's sointense, it's intenser than itself", "i think we need to createnovelty from scratch", "the pope. the papacy is hilarious. all thesepeople are up in arms because this one guy dies, because a lot ofother people say he is very important. so the news is filled withcoverage of the pope's death, people are crying and wailing, and its atragedy. why is it a tragedy? some guy died. everyone dies. religiondoesn't make any sense.", "everyone is deadly serious about playingthe game of life. all our problems are created by ourselves. yet weare stuck in this mindset where we think these problems are beyond ourcontrol, and we can't cut loose of the game. war in iraq. soldiersshooting other people because the have a cause. a cause? someone toldthem to? what?", "we are a species of builders. we like to change ourworld and surround ourselves with things and ideas" etc etc etcafter we'd disassembled all of society and life, we were left withnothing but ourselves. it was a sort of revelation that the world isbeautiful, and that most of us take it for granted, being lost inthese mazes of actions and things that we've built and accumulated.and the mushrooms spoke to us and through us - they showed us andtaught us of the world outside our habits. they showed us that we areanimals, and that we are beatiful organisms, the finest in intelligentself-design. they showed us how precious it is to look at life fromanother angle.we realized around this time that the mushrooms do have a mind oftheir own. that they are a symbiant of our monkey bodies and minds.that they take us over, like hosts, and proceed to speak through us toteach us of worlds beyond our day-to-day attention spans. and if theywanted to have their way with us, there was little we could do.i remember saying "i don't think i'll ever be able to go to workwithout laughing hysterically at everyone there.hahahahahahahahahahah!!!! what the hell are you guys doing? are youSERIOUSLY sitting in front of some computer, typing these words andphrases? afraid that someone else is gonna see you make a mistake andFIRE you? FIRE? how absolutely ridiculous. losing your job is ablessing!"throughout all this, my fiancee acted as a sort of scribe - doodlingand writing down our ideas and funny quotes. she drew a cobra andwrote a lot of really sweet things on my back. me and her took tofurther doodling and baker laid down on the couch next to us.at a certain point, a nug of pot MATERIALIZED in the middle of one ofthe sheets of paper on which we were drawing. we both saw it happen.one second it wasn't there, we turned and said something to A., turnedaround and it was sitting right there. we drew a little shrine aroundit, a pattern resembling purple fire and a yin-yang. then we smokedit, after some delay about how to actually do it. =)after this i puked. i was the second one to puke but not the last. iremember the vomiting being very easy and relieving. i yelled that iwanted to call my fiancee and A. over to the toilet to look at mypuke. the mushrooms, floating in my bile and water, were giving me ashow. i havent had visuals for over an hourn, but now the vomit wasfolding into fractal patterns, and the water it was suspended in wasbubbling with beautiful paisley leaves, more 3-dimensional than i'veever seen water.upon my return to the living room, my fiancee was still drawing andfulfilling her functions as "scribe". at one point, jules, my cat,gave us all a show. he is a very social cat normally, and he perchedhimself in the middle of the living room. once he was sure we were alllooking at him, commenting on his cuteness, he blinked at us, smiles,and started CHANGING SHAPE. WE ALL SAW THIS at the same time. keepinghis head perfectly still, he would change the size of his body, thisleg or that, his ears, tail, and belly. his head was unchanged, and hewas giving us a very sly, "knowing" look. we were amazed that he cando that, shrink and grow any parts of himself at will, and that he didthat to show off. i have now doubt now of the absolute sentience of myawesome cat. my fiancee thinks and feels that he is a very old soul.after this we began to wind down. we drew more, talked more, had moreinsights. going outside wasn't an option, as it was pouring outside.the trip was pretty much over in 5 hours. we smoked another bowl andgot ready for bed. then A. puked like he's never puked before. theretching sounds he made were inhuman almost. these mushrooms wereviolent little fuckers - they showed us what they wanted to show us,and then decided to exit our bodies very quickly.we went to sleep amazed and... amazed.the next morning we woke refreshed. i felt healed. my anxietiesdissapeared. i opened my eyes after sleeping for only 6 hours, and myfiancee was smiling as she kissed me. i felt refreshed. we reflected,talked, and gathered ourselves. the trip was amazing. we were renewed,and i had decided that i will try ayahuasca on my own in about a week.another test run of sorts. the other accepted me and healed me, andfelt ready to reach out and touch it again. A. and my fiancee weren'tso sure, but i was ok with that. no more worrying. to each his or herown.writing this today, i feel that my journeys as a psychonaut are justbeginning. that world calls to me. it's truly magical. the mushroomsare truly magical. and the ancient cultures that have experimentedwith these substances for thousands of years are right: these plantsare vessels for spirits. spirits that can heal and help us and oursociety in general, if treated with the proper respect and veneration.key points to come out of the trip:1. the world would be a better place if everyone did this at least 3 times2. the mushroom teaches, but only if it is thanked beforehand andrespected throughout the trip.3. vomiting is not necessarily a bad thing.4. we are very limited by our own attention in what we see.5. cats are sentient, magical beings.6. the mushroom heals and realigns the body and mind. Current Mood: contemplative (4 Comments |Comment on this) |
| Tuesday, March 29th, 2005 | |
| _11:59 am_[butterflydamage] |
have any of you ever taken ayahuasca?if yes, what were your experiences like? (6 Comments |Comment on this) |
| Wednesday, March 16th, 2005 | |
| _10:38 am_[tazerfloyd] |
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| Thursday, March 10th, 2005 | |
| _1:45 pm_[tazerfloyd] |
i took one big breath of it and so it told me, "this is the love of the universe" and i lay down and felt myself get washed up in the tide. i felt my body as an entry point for the energyof the universe to flow through. an aries-libra ascendant cancer, that's how the universe manifests itself through me, however i was just a little fish in the gigantic ocean of love that is being.then, as me and my friend were both floating back to the top of the ocean and surfing a wave back to shore, this came out.click here to hear the mp3 of this transcendental moment. (4 Comments |Comment on this) |
| Thursday, February 24th, 2005 | |
| _3:47 pm_[butterflydamage] |
oh terrence... An article to maybe start a discussion :)what do you guys think about mckenna's alien claims?? Current Mood:  good (2 Comments |Comment on this) |
| Sunday, February 20th, 2005 | |
| _7:25 pm_[butterflydamage] |
Hey guys...Here's some Alex Grey icons...lemme know if you take any :)1. |
| Friday, February 18th, 2005 | |
| _1:59 pm_[butterflydamage] |
this time... everything came to life...this happens when i take mushrooms, as well...everything around me is alive, laughing, dancing, playing, enjoying their existence the only way anything couldthere were dragons in my wall, people flying, faces in my clothes, vampires in my tapestryi kept seeing the face of a lion...the membrane was so visceral...it was warm, like a womb...with my eyes closed, i melted into it, became one with it...at one point i thought:"if this is dying, i fear nothing"when i've died in dreams it felt like this...this letting go...this merging...this releasei laughed quite a bit this time...it was like something was tickling me but i'm not sure what....early into the trip i remember very clearly thinking "i am not alone right now" soon after, a presence reached out to me with its hand...i didn't take it, because i didn't know who it was that was reaching out to me...throughout the entire trip i felt as though i was being observed, noted, actively watched...my comforter turned into a bubbling song of color and formthe light that was on in the room started creating issues..i could feel the warmth of it all over my head...a very real, physical feeling (this is not a very high wattage (is that a word??) light. i played with my eyes, covering them with my hands, rubbing them gently...when i rubbed them a certain way an entire world of rainbows and spheres jumped into my field of vision...it was breathtakingall in all, a great experience :)light and love (5 Comments |Comment on this) |
| _10:48 am_[brendan831] |
Dance Safe Dance Safe Pill testing running out of funds.Last time this amazing group was about to close due to lack of funds, a friend of mine ponyed up the money HIMSELF to keep them up and running. Now they are about to close down again. If everyone chips in a couple of bucks (come on $5 people) we can hopefully keep them around. Please post this to any interested groups you may know of.donate linkCurrent Mood: hopeful (Comment on this) |
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