LeoNardoDaVinci
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moose eater said:
Thats some beautiful deep stuff bro, I wrote some poetry while I was on mescaline a few months ago. It brought it out in me where as I normally do not write poetry but I do dig on it.
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What have you learned from psychedelics?
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Thats some beautiful deep stuff bro, I wrote some poetry while I was on mescaline a few months ago. It brought it out in me where as I normally do not write poetry but I do dig on it.
G
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Thanks, POMH.
Maybe we even shared some of those fires. Who knows?
One evening, under the influence of some serious dosage, we carried a hardwood stump out of the woods by hand, and loaded it into my trunk.
I locked myself in my bedroom for several days to the point that some were stopping by worried, hollering through the door, "Are you alright?" All I could say was, "Yeah." And I carved a scene on the front of it containing a morning glory vine (clearing away the bark only where the painting and burning was to go), a full moon behind the leaves and flowers, and a butterfly.
It was a 'Y' shaped stump, and one side was hollowed out to hold a planter, and the other supported a wooden 'open book' shaped object into which I burned the above poem.
I supported it on a full-circumference cut disc of oak, with three legs of birch, and gave it away to someone when I 'hit the road.'
moose eater
**edit: At this point, there's some person(s) in Michigan saying, "Hey!! I know that guy!!" ;^>)
Maybe we even shared some of those fires. Who knows?
One evening, under the influence of some serious dosage, we carried a hardwood stump out of the woods by hand, and loaded it into my trunk.
I locked myself in my bedroom for several days to the point that some were stopping by worried, hollering through the door, "Are you alright?" All I could say was, "Yeah." And I carved a scene on the front of it containing a morning glory vine (clearing away the bark only where the painting and burning was to go), a full moon behind the leaves and flowers, and a butterfly.
It was a 'Y' shaped stump, and one side was hollowed out to hold a planter, and the other supported a wooden 'open book' shaped object into which I burned the above poem.
I supported it on a full-circumference cut disc of oak, with three legs of birch, and gave it away to someone when I 'hit the road.'
moose eater
**edit: At this point, there's some person(s) in Michigan saying, "Hey!! I know that guy!!" ;^>)
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Thanks Leonardo.
moose eater
moose eater
How cool is that? Man wouldn't you love to know where it is now?
wow that is so cool....ya never know maybe we did share a campfire somewhere along the way. I was the thin, red haired girl that was always giggling about something. remember me?
wow that is so cool....ya never know maybe we did share a campfire somewhere along the way. I was the thin, red haired girl that was always giggling about something. remember me?
G
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>>>How cool is that? Man wouldn't you love to know where it is now?<<<
I figure that there's likely another person back in Michigan, who gathered it out of some dumpster about 25 years back, and burned it in their wood stove, thinking to themselves right about now, "So that's where that ugly piece of shit came from!" ;^>)
>>>I was the thin, red haired girl that was always giggling about something. remember me?<<<
Yeah, I think I do!! Purplish goose down ski jacket and freckles, right?! ;^>)
moose eater
I figure that there's likely another person back in Michigan, who gathered it out of some dumpster about 25 years back, and burned it in their wood stove, thinking to themselves right about now, "So that's where that ugly piece of shit came from!" ;^>)
>>>I was the thin, red haired girl that was always giggling about something. remember me?<<<
Yeah, I think I do!! Purplish goose down ski jacket and freckles, right?! ;^>)
moose eater
BabyHughie
Member
moose eater said:
intuition
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>>>Intuition<<
Under the influence as it was, it seemed to go beyond that. Like there was an awareness that was 'pre-wired,' that 'we' weren't previously conscious of. Illusion? Real? Who knows?
The reference to the 'mess' and cleaning it up, whether it seems real or not, came at the end of a long shift at a restaurant.
I looked in the mirror at about 3:00 A.M. that night (in '73 or '74) after having done 2/3 of a very fresh tab of potent brown 4-way windowpane at work (mistake!!) and had a spaghetti sauce beard and mustache combo.
I began wiping it off with a towell, and everywhere that I wiped, in the mirror it appeared to be coming clean. But when I looked at the towell, it was still white.
Only 'hallucination(s)' that I ever had that to this day I still can't say what was real and what wasn't. But I figured that if I was walking outa' that bathroom and going into town, that I'd better be thorough. So I humored what was either one hallucination or another.
moose eater
Under the influence as it was, it seemed to go beyond that. Like there was an awareness that was 'pre-wired,' that 'we' weren't previously conscious of. Illusion? Real? Who knows?
The reference to the 'mess' and cleaning it up, whether it seems real or not, came at the end of a long shift at a restaurant.
I looked in the mirror at about 3:00 A.M. that night (in '73 or '74) after having done 2/3 of a very fresh tab of potent brown 4-way windowpane at work (mistake!!) and had a spaghetti sauce beard and mustache combo.
I began wiping it off with a towell, and everywhere that I wiped, in the mirror it appeared to be coming clean. But when I looked at the towell, it was still white.
Only 'hallucination(s)' that I ever had that to this day I still can't say what was real and what wasn't. But I figured that if I was walking outa' that bathroom and going into town, that I'd better be thorough. So I humored what was either one hallucination or another.
moose eater
psychedelics have made me unlearn a lot of wack shit idiots tried to teach me
grateful dead does not have anything on Pink Floyd, we don´t need no education, we don´t need no thought control! peace out.
grateful dead does not have anything on Pink Floyd, we don´t need no education, we don´t need no thought control! peace out.
J
Jam Master Jaco
WHAT?! YOU PEOPLE USE A DRUG OTHER THEN WEED?!? AHHH RABBLE RABBLE RABBLE RABBLE RABBLE RABBLE!!
I'm am thoroughly amused that the coke thread got shot down because it's not OK to be a responsible coke user, but it's perfectly fine to be a responsible psychedelics user....
Anyways, during my first shroom trip I discovered (this is going to sound cheesey) intelligence within myself. But more then that, I realized how complicated the brain is. I felt I could delve into every thought and fact I have ever known. It was amazing.
I'm am thoroughly amused that the coke thread got shot down because it's not OK to be a responsible coke user, but it's perfectly fine to be a responsible psychedelics user....
Anyways, during my first shroom trip I discovered (this is going to sound cheesey) intelligence within myself. But more then that, I realized how complicated the brain is. I felt I could delve into every thought and fact I have ever known. It was amazing.
neaarly drowning taught me not to attempt to cross even the smallest river when tripping, it wasnt even 5 feet across at this point and only about 4 deep but apparently i was on my ass and under as soon as i left the bank....man those acids called synapses is 1998 were good
BabyHughie
Member
moose eater said:
I know exactly what you mean.
AH shrooms I love them. But I don't eat them often anymore. I abused them as a kid and it definately changed my entire train of thought.
I swear to you that my shroom endeavors have literally effected the very essence of my very soul.
Humility and respect are a couple of the lessons they have taught me.
Man I love um and I hate um at the same time. The anxiousness right before it hits ya, the funk body high that you get, the hallucinations, and more than anything the thoughts that are constantly running through your head like a movie on fast forward that you can still somehow manage to decipher.
Shrooms man, shrooms
G
Guest
^^^
Someting about fungus was always more pleasant and less intense for me than with potent acid. Fungus gave a forward momentum, a giggle in the stomach, an invigorated but livable tension. A positivity and ability to accomplish things and feel at peace all at the same time.
Intense acid gave more of a 'holy shit, fasten your seatbelts, Capt., this is going to be wild." It took the tummy giggle of the fungus and turned it into a gut-busting uncontrollable laugh that wouldn't quit; out of control, out of order, and everything else... all at once.
Peyote was more spiritual in my opinion. Less intense all the way around, except for getting past the nausea part.
I've believed for a long time that peyote can't typically be used too much/frequently as a recreational thing, because the conditioning of the puking phase puts it into a category where it almost -has- to be medicine for the heart and soul. Who wants to puke for fun? I've never been bulimic, and peyote tells me that I don't wanna' be either. ;^>)
moose eater
Someting about fungus was always more pleasant and less intense for me than with potent acid. Fungus gave a forward momentum, a giggle in the stomach, an invigorated but livable tension. A positivity and ability to accomplish things and feel at peace all at the same time.
Intense acid gave more of a 'holy shit, fasten your seatbelts, Capt., this is going to be wild." It took the tummy giggle of the fungus and turned it into a gut-busting uncontrollable laugh that wouldn't quit; out of control, out of order, and everything else... all at once.
Peyote was more spiritual in my opinion. Less intense all the way around, except for getting past the nausea part.
I've believed for a long time that peyote can't typically be used too much/frequently as a recreational thing, because the conditioning of the puking phase puts it into a category where it almost -has- to be medicine for the heart and soul. Who wants to puke for fun? I've never been bulimic, and peyote tells me that I don't wanna' be either. ;^>)
moose eater
BabyHughie
Member
moose eater I gotta tell ya when I read your descriptions of a high I can't help but almost relive the experiences. Very good choice (and use) of words.
Never touched the acid or peyotee tho so I can only relate to the fungi.
Never touched the acid or peyotee tho so I can only relate to the fungi.
G
Guest
^^^
Thanks.
Years ago there was a study of persons who had reportedly never used cannabis before (where they found such an experientially-limited group, I have no clue ;^>) )
They had them toke to the point of cannabis intoxication (not always readily detectable the first time for everyone). They had EEG hooked up to monitor brain activity during the experience.
Later on they brought them back in, without cannabis, and talked them through the previous cannabis experience, and the EEG print-outs were reportedly nearly identical to the previous visit when they'd actually smoked.
The brain is both a sensitive and powerful thing, and we don't really know its full capacity yet.
I started dropping acid at age 13, and for a while I did it -alot-. (I know, there's likely someone reading this right now cynically saying, "Yeah.... we can tell....".) ;^>)
In later adolescence, I got to a point that I could hold a tab of acid in my palm, and feel that minor tickle in the back of my throat that I would often experience right as I was starting to get off.
Osmosis? Real? The brain's repeat of the experience, based on past memory? Who knows? It told me to eat less of it, though. I know that. ;^>)
In later adulthood I rarely have run into it in the last 10 years or so. I'm getting older now, and less of almost anything is where it's at anymore.
Several years back I had a half-tab remnant given to me by a fellow who had died some time previous to that point. His death cast a strange hue on the thought of eating it at all. But I was up in my moose tree, hunting, remote, looking across miles of muskeg fields for moose, and nothing was happening at all moose-wise.
I spent that afternoon, in absence of any moose to shoot, observing, through my binoculars, the amazing colors that are involved in a magpie's wings! What a glorious day!!
moose eater
Thanks.
Years ago there was a study of persons who had reportedly never used cannabis before (where they found such an experientially-limited group, I have no clue ;^>) )
They had them toke to the point of cannabis intoxication (not always readily detectable the first time for everyone). They had EEG hooked up to monitor brain activity during the experience.
Later on they brought them back in, without cannabis, and talked them through the previous cannabis experience, and the EEG print-outs were reportedly nearly identical to the previous visit when they'd actually smoked.
The brain is both a sensitive and powerful thing, and we don't really know its full capacity yet.
I started dropping acid at age 13, and for a while I did it -alot-. (I know, there's likely someone reading this right now cynically saying, "Yeah.... we can tell....".) ;^>)
In later adolescence, I got to a point that I could hold a tab of acid in my palm, and feel that minor tickle in the back of my throat that I would often experience right as I was starting to get off.
Osmosis? Real? The brain's repeat of the experience, based on past memory? Who knows? It told me to eat less of it, though. I know that. ;^>)
In later adulthood I rarely have run into it in the last 10 years or so. I'm getting older now, and less of almost anything is where it's at anymore.
Several years back I had a half-tab remnant given to me by a fellow who had died some time previous to that point. His death cast a strange hue on the thought of eating it at all. But I was up in my moose tree, hunting, remote, looking across miles of muskeg fields for moose, and nothing was happening at all moose-wise.
I spent that afternoon, in absence of any moose to shoot, observing, through my binoculars, the amazing colors that are involved in a magpie's wings! What a glorious day!!
moose eater
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yeh - caught that first cool edge to the air a few days back which says "autumn is here, the shrooms are out"
and don't forget - always break the stalks above the level of the ground, - if you pull them out with all their mycelia ("roots") attached that makes it less likely for shrooms to appear at that spot again
cheers,
Namkha
and don't forget - always break the stalks above the level of the ground, - if you pull them out with all their mycelia ("roots") attached that makes it less likely for shrooms to appear at that spot again
cheers,
Namkha
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That first sniff of Fall air has its own unique smell, similar in effect to the first rain of Spring. Almost like its aroma washes away the previous season, and distinctly marks a new beginning.
Here it means time to gather meat, and harvest the garden. Good fungus is an indoor activity in the sub-arctic.
But a late night Fall bon fire goes well with an Amazonian psilocybe cubensis, for certain.
moose eater
Here it means time to gather meat, and harvest the garden. Good fungus is an indoor activity in the sub-arctic.
But a late night Fall bon fire goes well with an Amazonian psilocybe cubensis, for certain.
moose eater
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all is one.
(and DON'T EAT THE BROWN ACID!!! lol)
(and DON'T EAT THE BROWN ACID!!! lol)
G
Guest
moose eater said:
i got that too! anyone else?! (for stats sake i started lsd at 16 and dropped c. 100-120 tabs over the next 3 yrs. by the time i was sectioned at age of 18 just touching the stuff could set me off. just thinking about it now is doing something similar. feeling in throat and a hot swollenness behind eyes.)
incidentally i am allergic to kiwi fruits and the same thing happens with them. i only have to look at them in the shop to get the feeling of anaphylactic shock creeping up on me.
i suspect it is because you get to know the extreme feeling a trip is and start getting prepared. i dunno though. but interesting nonetheless.
sogman
Active member
Yeah I figured that out just with weed, if I go to the store and on the way back im thinking "yeah I think I'll smoke a spliff when I get home" I notice that my heart pick's up naturally. And I feel a little different neurologically.
It's kind of like a placebo effect. But that's what a flashback is, somehow you've remembered something that was previously psychologically intense for you and ur brain chemically is trying to mimic the previous experience.
It's kind of like a placebo effect. But that's what a flashback is, somehow you've remembered something that was previously psychologically intense for you and ur brain chemically is trying to mimic the previous experience.
