Psychedelic Culture
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Psychedelic Culture
Is anyone here interested in the psychedelic culture? Has anyone else here ever done shrooms, acid, dmt or any other psychedelic drugs. I am currently doing research for a book based on my personal experiences and experiences of others so feel free to share. Just post or email me. Also, I'm would like to set up a camp either this year or next for people that are into this sort of thing. Feel free to contact me if you're interested. Peace!
This, boys and girls, is a classic 'troll'. Do NOT feed the troll. Of course, he/she/it will respond with, "But... I'm NOT a troll! Honest Injun! Okay, maybe I'm a MORON to plan illegal activities on a public bulletin board, but really, I'm not a troll". This is where you come in... Do NOT feed the troll.
Move along, move along. These aren't the 'droids we're looking for.
Thank you and have a nice day.
Move along, move along. These aren't the 'droids we're looking for.
Thank you and have a nice day.
It occurs to me that SOMETHING positive should come out of this shit thread, so here's one of my favorite passages from one of my favorite books. Enjoy.
In his bedroom that was a living-room now the wall-bed was up, Spade took Brigid O’Shaughnessy’s hat and coat, made her comfortable in a padded rocking chair, and telephoned the Hotel Belvedere. Cairo had not returned from the theatre. Spade left his telephone-number with the request that Cairo call him as soon as he came in.
Spade sat down in the armchair beside the table and without any preliminary, without an introductory remark of any sort, began to tell the girl about a thing that had happened some years before in the Northwest. He talked in a steady matter-of-fact voice that was devoid of emphasis or pauses, though now and then he repeated a sentence slightly rearranged, as if it were important that each detail be related exactly as it had happened.
At the beginning Brigid O’Shaughnessy listened with only partial attentiveness, obviously more surprised by his telling the story than interested in it, her curiosity more engaged with his purpose in telling the story than with the story he told; but presently, as the story went on, it caught her more and more fully and she became still and receptive.
A man named Flitcraft had left his real-estate-office, in Tacoma, to go to luncheon one day and had never returned. He did not keep an engagement to play golf after four that afternoon, though he had taken the initiative in making the engagement less than half an hour before he went out to luncheon. His wife and children never saw him again. His wife and he were supposed to be on the best of terms. He had two children, boys, one five and the other three. He owned his house in a Tacoma suburb, a new Packard, and the rest of the appurtenances of successful American living.
Flitcraft had inherited seventy thousand dollars from his father, and, with his success in real estate was worth something in the neighborhood of two hundred thousand dollars at the time he vanished. His affairs were in order, though there were enough loose ends to indicate that he had not been setting them in order preparatory to vanishing. A deal that would have brought him an attractive profit, for instance, was to have been concluded the day after the one on which he disappeared. There was nothing to suggest that he had more than fifty or sixty dollars in his immediate possession at the time of his going. His habits for months past could be accounted for too thoroughly to justify any suspicion of secret vices, or even of another woman in his life, though either was barely possible.
“He went like that,” Spade said, “like a fist when you open your hand.”
When he had reached this point in his story the telephone-bell rang.
“Hello,” Spade said into the instrument. “Mr. Cairo?... ... ... This is Spade. Can you come up to my place - Post Street - now?... ... ... Yes, I think it is.” He looked at the girl, pursed his lips, and then said rapidly: “Miss O’Shaughnessy is here and wants to see you.”
Brigid O’Shaughnessy frowned and stirred in her chair, but did not say anything.
Spade put the telephone down and told her: “He’ll be up in a few minutes. Well, that was in 1922. In 1927 I was with one of the big detective agencies in Seattle. Mrs. Flitcraft came in and told us somebody had seen a man in Spokane who looked a lot like her husband. I went over there. It was Flitcraft, all right. He had been living in Spokane for a couple of years as Charles - that was his first name - Pierce. He had an automobile-business that was netting him twenty or twenty-five thousand a year, a wife, a baby son, owned his home in a Spokane suburb, and usually got away to play golf after four in the afternoon during the season.”
Spade had not been told very definitely what to do when he found Flitcraft. They talked in Spade’s room at the Davenport. Flitcraft had no feeling of guilt. He had left his first family well provided for, and what he had done seemed to him perfectly reasonable. The only thing that bothered him was a doubt that he could m make that reasonableness clear to Spade. He had never told anybody his story before, and thus had not had to attempt to make its reasonableness explicit. He tried now.
“I got it all right,” Spade told Brigid O’Shaughnessy, “but Mrs. Flitcraft never did. She thought it was silly. Maybe it was. Anyway, it came out all right. She didn’t want any scandal, and, after the trick he had played on her - the way she looked at it - she didn’t want him. So they were divorced on the quiet and everything was swell all around.
“Here’s what had happened to him. Going to lunch he passed an office-building that was being put up - just the skeleton. A beam or something fell eight or ten stories down and smacked the sidewalk alongside him. It brushed pretty close to him, but didn’t touch him, though a piece of the sidewalk was chipped off and flew up and hit his cheek. It only took a piece of skin off, but he still had the scar when I saw him. He rubbed it with his finger - well, affectionately - when he told me about it. He was scared stiff of course, he said, but he was more shocked than really frightened. He felt like somebody had taken the lid off life and let him look at the works.”
Flitcraft had been a good citizen and a good husband and father, not by any outer compulsion, but simply because he was a man who was most comfortable in step with his surroundings. He had been raised that way. The people he knew were like that. The life he knew was a clean orderly sane responsible affair. Now a falling beam had shown him that life was fundamentally none of these things. He, the good citizen-husband-father, could be wiped out between office and restaurant by the accident of a falling beam. He knew then that men died at haphazard like that, and lived only while blind chance spared them.
It was not, primarily, the injustice of it that disturbed him: he accepted that after the first shock. What disturbed him was the discovery that in sensibly ordering his affairs he had got out of step, and not into step, with life. He said he knew before he had gone twenty feet from the fallen beam that he would never know peace again until he had adjusted himself to this new glimpse of life. By the time had eaten his luncheon he had found his means of adjustment. Life could be ended for him at random by a falling beam: he would change his life at random by simply going away. He loved his family, he said, as much as he supposed was usual, but he knew he was leaving them adequately provided for, and his love for them was not of the sort that would make absence painful.
“He went to Seattle that afternoon,” Spade said, “and from there by boat to San Francisco. For a couple of years he wandered around and then drifted back to the Northwest, and settled in Spokane and got married. His second wife didn’t look like the first, but they were more alike than they were different. You know, the kind of women that play fair games of golf and bridge and like new salad-recipes. He wasn’t sorry for what he had done. It seemed reasonable enough to him. I don’t think he even knew he had settled back naturally into the same groove he had jumped out of in Tacoma. But that’s the part of it I always liked. He adjusted himself to beams falling, and then no more of them fell, and he adjusted himself to them not falling.”
The Maltese Falcon
Dashiell Hammett (1894-1961)
There. I feel SO much better now, don't you? Of course you do.
In his bedroom that was a living-room now the wall-bed was up, Spade took Brigid O’Shaughnessy’s hat and coat, made her comfortable in a padded rocking chair, and telephoned the Hotel Belvedere. Cairo had not returned from the theatre. Spade left his telephone-number with the request that Cairo call him as soon as he came in.
Spade sat down in the armchair beside the table and without any preliminary, without an introductory remark of any sort, began to tell the girl about a thing that had happened some years before in the Northwest. He talked in a steady matter-of-fact voice that was devoid of emphasis or pauses, though now and then he repeated a sentence slightly rearranged, as if it were important that each detail be related exactly as it had happened.
At the beginning Brigid O’Shaughnessy listened with only partial attentiveness, obviously more surprised by his telling the story than interested in it, her curiosity more engaged with his purpose in telling the story than with the story he told; but presently, as the story went on, it caught her more and more fully and she became still and receptive.
A man named Flitcraft had left his real-estate-office, in Tacoma, to go to luncheon one day and had never returned. He did not keep an engagement to play golf after four that afternoon, though he had taken the initiative in making the engagement less than half an hour before he went out to luncheon. His wife and children never saw him again. His wife and he were supposed to be on the best of terms. He had two children, boys, one five and the other three. He owned his house in a Tacoma suburb, a new Packard, and the rest of the appurtenances of successful American living.
Flitcraft had inherited seventy thousand dollars from his father, and, with his success in real estate was worth something in the neighborhood of two hundred thousand dollars at the time he vanished. His affairs were in order, though there were enough loose ends to indicate that he had not been setting them in order preparatory to vanishing. A deal that would have brought him an attractive profit, for instance, was to have been concluded the day after the one on which he disappeared. There was nothing to suggest that he had more than fifty or sixty dollars in his immediate possession at the time of his going. His habits for months past could be accounted for too thoroughly to justify any suspicion of secret vices, or even of another woman in his life, though either was barely possible.
“He went like that,” Spade said, “like a fist when you open your hand.”
When he had reached this point in his story the telephone-bell rang.
“Hello,” Spade said into the instrument. “Mr. Cairo?... ... ... This is Spade. Can you come up to my place - Post Street - now?... ... ... Yes, I think it is.” He looked at the girl, pursed his lips, and then said rapidly: “Miss O’Shaughnessy is here and wants to see you.”
Brigid O’Shaughnessy frowned and stirred in her chair, but did not say anything.
Spade put the telephone down and told her: “He’ll be up in a few minutes. Well, that was in 1922. In 1927 I was with one of the big detective agencies in Seattle. Mrs. Flitcraft came in and told us somebody had seen a man in Spokane who looked a lot like her husband. I went over there. It was Flitcraft, all right. He had been living in Spokane for a couple of years as Charles - that was his first name - Pierce. He had an automobile-business that was netting him twenty or twenty-five thousand a year, a wife, a baby son, owned his home in a Spokane suburb, and usually got away to play golf after four in the afternoon during the season.”
Spade had not been told very definitely what to do when he found Flitcraft. They talked in Spade’s room at the Davenport. Flitcraft had no feeling of guilt. He had left his first family well provided for, and what he had done seemed to him perfectly reasonable. The only thing that bothered him was a doubt that he could m make that reasonableness clear to Spade. He had never told anybody his story before, and thus had not had to attempt to make its reasonableness explicit. He tried now.
“I got it all right,” Spade told Brigid O’Shaughnessy, “but Mrs. Flitcraft never did. She thought it was silly. Maybe it was. Anyway, it came out all right. She didn’t want any scandal, and, after the trick he had played on her - the way she looked at it - she didn’t want him. So they were divorced on the quiet and everything was swell all around.
“Here’s what had happened to him. Going to lunch he passed an office-building that was being put up - just the skeleton. A beam or something fell eight or ten stories down and smacked the sidewalk alongside him. It brushed pretty close to him, but didn’t touch him, though a piece of the sidewalk was chipped off and flew up and hit his cheek. It only took a piece of skin off, but he still had the scar when I saw him. He rubbed it with his finger - well, affectionately - when he told me about it. He was scared stiff of course, he said, but he was more shocked than really frightened. He felt like somebody had taken the lid off life and let him look at the works.”
Flitcraft had been a good citizen and a good husband and father, not by any outer compulsion, but simply because he was a man who was most comfortable in step with his surroundings. He had been raised that way. The people he knew were like that. The life he knew was a clean orderly sane responsible affair. Now a falling beam had shown him that life was fundamentally none of these things. He, the good citizen-husband-father, could be wiped out between office and restaurant by the accident of a falling beam. He knew then that men died at haphazard like that, and lived only while blind chance spared them.
It was not, primarily, the injustice of it that disturbed him: he accepted that after the first shock. What disturbed him was the discovery that in sensibly ordering his affairs he had got out of step, and not into step, with life. He said he knew before he had gone twenty feet from the fallen beam that he would never know peace again until he had adjusted himself to this new glimpse of life. By the time had eaten his luncheon he had found his means of adjustment. Life could be ended for him at random by a falling beam: he would change his life at random by simply going away. He loved his family, he said, as much as he supposed was usual, but he knew he was leaving them adequately provided for, and his love for them was not of the sort that would make absence painful.
“He went to Seattle that afternoon,” Spade said, “and from there by boat to San Francisco. For a couple of years he wandered around and then drifted back to the Northwest, and settled in Spokane and got married. His second wife didn’t look like the first, but they were more alike than they were different. You know, the kind of women that play fair games of golf and bridge and like new salad-recipes. He wasn’t sorry for what he had done. It seemed reasonable enough to him. I don’t think he even knew he had settled back naturally into the same groove he had jumped out of in Tacoma. But that’s the part of it I always liked. He adjusted himself to beams falling, and then no more of them fell, and he adjusted himself to them not falling.”
The Maltese Falcon
Dashiell Hammett (1894-1961)
There. I feel SO much better now, don't you? Of course you do.
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Kinetic IV
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Not to take away from Sensei's excellent posts....
Since the board has had an influx of new users who might not know what a "troll" is, here's a couple of helpful links that will enlighten you.
http://www.urban75.com/Mag/trolling.html
http://www.hyphenologist.co.uk/killfile ... ll_faq.htm
Beyond that, NO COMMENT.
Since the board has had an influx of new users who might not know what a "troll" is, here's a couple of helpful links that will enlighten you.
http://www.urban75.com/Mag/trolling.html
http://www.hyphenologist.co.uk/killfile ... ll_faq.htm
Beyond that, NO COMMENT.
K-IV
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Thank you for over 7 years of eplaya memories. I have asked Emily Sparkle to delete my account and I am gone. Goodbye and Goodluck to all of you! I will miss you!
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whataboutbob85
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that's not fair
Contrary to what Sensei has said, this is not a shit post. This culture I'm talking about is heavily rooted in religion and spirituality. I have been study shamanism for a few years now and the use of psychedelics for spiritual and meditative purposes. This means the responsible use of these substances. Also, I am not writing this to plan an illegal get-together. I was saying like-minded individuals should share a camp, I didn't mean we should all sit around doing drugs. Also, there are plenty of legal hallucinogens in herbs that we wouldn't be able to get in trouble for anyway. I wrote this post, so people into this kind of thing could talk openly about it, not so someone can come in and trash my ideas when in reality, they have no idea what they're talking about. If you don't like what I'm posting, then please don't respond. It's as simple as that.
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Kinetic IV
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Go back and reread your first post and then look at your next response which includes this one little line that changes everything:
I'll shut up now but thanks for explaining where you're coming from.
The first post looked like all you wanted to talk about was the illegal stuff and that will get you in a heap of trouble here. It's like someone posted elsewhere: "Here be dragons". Talking about illegal drugs will bring them out of their slumber in a hurry and you really DON'T want that.Also, there are plenty of legal hallucinogens in herbs that we wouldn't be able to get in trouble for anyway.
I'll shut up now but thanks for explaining where you're coming from.
K-IV
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whataboutbob85
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no problem
No problem, I really do wanna try and get along with everybody. I'm sorry if my first post misled anyone. I was a little tired writing it last night and guess I forgot to mention a few details. Sorry.
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spider mike
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how?
hey bob, i am really excited for next year...what do we have to do to register a camp? :?:
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whataboutbob85
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camp
i said we didn't have to, I never said we wouldn't. I know I will.
Motherfuck the police. Let em come get me.
Motherfuck the police. Let em come get me.
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joel the ornery
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Re: camp
we can only hope it happens soon.whataboutbob85 wrote:i said we didn't have to, I never said we wouldn't. I know I will.
Motherfuck the police. Let em come get me.
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whataboutbob85
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police
Hey Joel, don't worry. I already have quite the criminal record. Only 20 years old and I've been arrested seven times. And each time I get off with only probation and a couple fines. You should see the record too, I'm quite proud of it.
3x Arrested for possession of a controlled substance
1x Resisting arrest
2z For Illegal Street Racing in my tricked out '77 Chevelle
1x For stealing a police car with a friend- my friend got two years in jail for that one and I got 1 year probation because I was only the passenger.
I'm not scared of being arrested. Life's fun and as long as I don't do anything too serious it's not like I'm going to jail for a long time.
To everybody else. Thanks for contributing meaningful discussion to this board instead of writing that you hope the cops come take me away.
3x Arrested for possession of a controlled substance
1x Resisting arrest
2z For Illegal Street Racing in my tricked out '77 Chevelle
1x For stealing a police car with a friend- my friend got two years in jail for that one and I got 1 year probation because I was only the passenger.
I'm not scared of being arrested. Life's fun and as long as I don't do anything too serious it's not like I'm going to jail for a long time.
To everybody else. Thanks for contributing meaningful discussion to this board instead of writing that you hope the cops come take me away.
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joel the ornery
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whataboutbob85
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civil disobedience
And perhaps you could find someone else to go annoy. Burning Man is about freedom and so am I. As my grandpa used to tell me:
"If you don't like the laws of this country, break them. Don't wait for them to change"
God I love my grandpa.
"If you don't like the laws of this country, break them. Don't wait for them to change"
God I love my grandpa.
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wise enough advice to be posted again.Sensei wrote:This, boys and girls, is a classic 'troll'. Do NOT feed the troll. Of course, he/she/it will respond with, "But... I'm NOT a troll! Honest Injun! Okay, maybe I'm a MORON to plan illegal activities on a public bulletin board, but really, I'm not a troll". This is where you come in... Do NOT feed the troll.
Move along, move along. These aren't the 'droids we're looking for.
Thank you and have a nice day.
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spectabillis
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Re: civil disobedience
whataboutbob85 wrote:And perhaps you could find someone else to go annoy.
Unfortunately, I am starting to believe its something Joel enjoys.
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Kinetic IV
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Sheesh, you're not trying to be a nominee for the Darwin awards by chance?3x Arrested for possession of a controlled substance
1x Resisting arrest
2z For Illegal Street Racing in my tricked out '77 Chevelle
1x For stealing a police car with a friend- my friend got two years in jail for that one and I got 1 year probation because I was only the passenger.
And you're proud of that? I'd be embarassed that I got caught all those times, that I was too stupid to take reasonable precautions to prevent being busted. Dude, you've got problems.
Troll or not that that is so far over the top it's impossible to ignore.
K-IV
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caught?
All those times I was caught, I was with other people and there was no way around getting caught. The time I was arrested for racing, it was an organized race held by a local underground street racing club and they caught about 10 other people too. Two of the times I was arrested for drugs my dealers set me up. They had gotten busted and made a deal with the cops to catch as many users as they could and they got off with nothing so that was just a bad situation. Only one of those was the result of my own stupidity. But generally, when I'm by myself, I don't get caught. For every one of those times I was caught, there has been several times that I haven't.
And I'm sorry you all have to witness this thing between me and Joel. I wanted to keep this thread away from the topic of illegal activities, but I was provoked and had to prove a point. I generally like all people but when someone screws with me I have to respond.
And as I also stated above, there are several legal hallucinogens we could do that we wouldn't get in trouble for. I am studying shamanism and I only use psychedelics respnonsibly for spiritual purposes. I only advocate the responsible use of drugs in general. If you're going to do something, research it first and take the necessary precautions.
It seems that Joel and some of the other people who have posted on this topic are being bound by the constrictions of a society that they grew up in. They blindly follow along without questioning the way things are. When they hear about someone like me doing the stuff I do, they can't relate and feel compelled to attack me. When they hear about someone doing drugs they go into the discussion with the feeling it's wrong based on what someone else tells them. Yes drugs are harmful but when you take the necessary precautions nothing bad will happen. The reason they are illegal is because people wouldn't use those precautions. For every overdose you hear about, there are a lot of people doing those substances without harm because they know what they are doing. They know how to control the substance and not let it control them.
LSD is an excellent example here. When it was created it was used by responsible people to expand the human mind but then Timothy Leary decided to publicize it and tell everyone to do it. Then it got into the hands of people who couldn't handle it and stuff happens. All it takes is a few people to have problems and then it is made illegal. There are just some people who can't handle substances like that and it ruins it for the people who have been using these substances all along.
I have more to say about several of these topics but it is too much to post here. I wrote several essays on this and other subjects which may be of interest to some of you. I can post them on here by request or pm me and I will send them to you.
And can we please try to get this thread back on topic and stay away from the fighting that is caused by people like Joel. This is supposed to be a place for fellow psychonauts for the mature, responsible discussion of psychedelics and experiences. I don't want to have to discuss my criminal record or what my views on society in general are. As soon as I get my website back up and running I'll post the URL and anyone with an open mind can come look at it and learn more about me and the views that many people share with me. Then maybe people like Joel will see society for what it really is.
Peace.
And I'm sorry you all have to witness this thing between me and Joel. I wanted to keep this thread away from the topic of illegal activities, but I was provoked and had to prove a point. I generally like all people but when someone screws with me I have to respond.
And as I also stated above, there are several legal hallucinogens we could do that we wouldn't get in trouble for. I am studying shamanism and I only use psychedelics respnonsibly for spiritual purposes. I only advocate the responsible use of drugs in general. If you're going to do something, research it first and take the necessary precautions.
It seems that Joel and some of the other people who have posted on this topic are being bound by the constrictions of a society that they grew up in. They blindly follow along without questioning the way things are. When they hear about someone like me doing the stuff I do, they can't relate and feel compelled to attack me. When they hear about someone doing drugs they go into the discussion with the feeling it's wrong based on what someone else tells them. Yes drugs are harmful but when you take the necessary precautions nothing bad will happen. The reason they are illegal is because people wouldn't use those precautions. For every overdose you hear about, there are a lot of people doing those substances without harm because they know what they are doing. They know how to control the substance and not let it control them.
LSD is an excellent example here. When it was created it was used by responsible people to expand the human mind but then Timothy Leary decided to publicize it and tell everyone to do it. Then it got into the hands of people who couldn't handle it and stuff happens. All it takes is a few people to have problems and then it is made illegal. There are just some people who can't handle substances like that and it ruins it for the people who have been using these substances all along.
I have more to say about several of these topics but it is too much to post here. I wrote several essays on this and other subjects which may be of interest to some of you. I can post them on here by request or pm me and I will send them to you.
And can we please try to get this thread back on topic and stay away from the fighting that is caused by people like Joel. This is supposed to be a place for fellow psychonauts for the mature, responsible discussion of psychedelics and experiences. I don't want to have to discuss my criminal record or what my views on society in general are. As soon as I get my website back up and running I'll post the URL and anyone with an open mind can come look at it and learn more about me and the views that many people share with me. Then maybe people like Joel will see society for what it really is.
Peace.
Yeah, they get worried that people will take this stuff and like, steal cop cars and drag race on the public streets.All it takes is a few people to have problems and then it is made illegal.
Judging from the your posts here, I would place you squarely in this category.There are just some people who can't handle substances like that
Tell it to your probation officer.Yes drugs are harmful but when you take the necessary precautions nothing bad will happen.
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Kinetic IV
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I was kinda harsh there...your explanations seem reasonable enough. I wouldn't be proud of something like that but then again that's my opinion and who cares about that besides me?
Beyond that I'll go back to lurking....I'm just hoping someone named Iso doesn't stumble in here and feel the need to respond. You think Joel's harsh? He's just the preshow. Iso's the main event.
Beyond that I'll go back to lurking....I'm just hoping someone named Iso doesn't stumble in here and feel the need to respond. You think Joel's harsh? He's just the preshow. Iso's the main event.
K-IV
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joel the ornery
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well, i am glad you have me on the path to enlightenment and righteousness... and to think having an arrest record will set everything straight in my life.
hmmmmmm....
wait a minute... i was smart enough not to get arrested and/or convicted of anything.
please find another venue for your civil disobedience.
hmmmmmm....
wait a minute... i was smart enough not to get arrested and/or convicted of anything.
unlike serving a jail sentence or probation?bound by the constrictions of society
please find another venue for your civil disobedience.
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whataboutbob85
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ha ha
It is almost funny reading all the posts on here. I was not on any substances when I stole the cop car or was drag racing. I just did that for fun. People do what they do and as long as it doesn't harm anyone, that's alright. I don't do stupid stuff when I'm doing drugs. I do drugs in my own home and I will not leave the house or even attempt to drive while on anything. As far as drag racing goes, it is a club, and we were on an abandoned air strip that used to belong to a small local airport. We were not endangering anybody else, the cop just said that it's illegal no matter where you do it. And how can anyone say I'm in the category that isn't meant to handle drugs. I use them safely and have never done anything stupid, caused anyone else harm, or had any health problems because of them. That is a hell of a lot more than anyone else can say. Also, the last time I was arrested was when I was 18. I haven't gotten caught doing anything in the last two years so I have gotten smarter.
And to Joel, you must have misunderstood me. I did not mean that you would have to go out and get arrested to know what I'm talking about. I simply said that you sound like one of those people who accepts what authority figures say and doesn't bother to question it. Civil Disobedience is necessary for the growth of civilization. The Revolutionary War was an act of Civil Disobedience and we wouldn't be here today if not for it. I don't mean anyone here any disrespect, I try to be a peaceful person. Those who take the time to get to know me would tell you what a loyal friend and a nice guy I am. I mean, I donate my time and money to help people less fortunate than me because I want to work for the betterment of humanity. I would give the very clothes on my back and food off my table to help other people. Money can't buy happiness. And that is why I have a criminal record. As long as I'm happy and I'm not hurting anyone else, it's all good. I respect your opinions Joel and everyone and else on this board as well. Now if anyone would like continue this discussion about society in a mature, responsible fashion I will post it in another topic. I would like to return this post to a thread strictly for the topic of the spiritual and cultural use of psychedelics.
Peace.
And to Joel, you must have misunderstood me. I did not mean that you would have to go out and get arrested to know what I'm talking about. I simply said that you sound like one of those people who accepts what authority figures say and doesn't bother to question it. Civil Disobedience is necessary for the growth of civilization. The Revolutionary War was an act of Civil Disobedience and we wouldn't be here today if not for it. I don't mean anyone here any disrespect, I try to be a peaceful person. Those who take the time to get to know me would tell you what a loyal friend and a nice guy I am. I mean, I donate my time and money to help people less fortunate than me because I want to work for the betterment of humanity. I would give the very clothes on my back and food off my table to help other people. Money can't buy happiness. And that is why I have a criminal record. As long as I'm happy and I'm not hurting anyone else, it's all good. I respect your opinions Joel and everyone and else on this board as well. Now if anyone would like continue this discussion about society in a mature, responsible fashion I will post it in another topic. I would like to return this post to a thread strictly for the topic of the spiritual and cultural use of psychedelics.
Peace.
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EvilDustBooger
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Re: ha ha
.......Wrong!....Ahem!!.....Civil Disobedience is the result of a Tyranical society.whataboutbob85 wrote: I haven't gotten caught doing anything in the last two years so I have gotten smarter.
Heh Heh
Civil Disobedience is necessary for the growth of civilization.
Carry On.
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whataboutbob85
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thanks
Thank you evildustbooger for your post. You are absolutely right.
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EvilDustBooger
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Re: ha ha
.......Wrong!....Ahem!!.....Civil Disobedience is the result of a Tyranical society.whataboutbob85 wrote: I haven't gotten caught doing anything in the last two years so I have gotten smarter.
Heh Heh
Civil Disobedience is necessary for the growth of civilization.
Carry On.
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So who are you studying shamanism from?
It seems so far your use of what you are learning is just finding other ways to get fucked up. A shaman is not a legal drug user but a visionary who is able to guide people in their spritiual paths and so far I would not trust you to guide a dog. I really would love some background on the shamanism you practice and what traditional form of shamanism you are learning from.
It seems so far your use of what you are learning is just finding other ways to get fucked up. A shaman is not a legal drug user but a visionary who is able to guide people in their spritiual paths and so far I would not trust you to guide a dog. I really would love some background on the shamanism you practice and what traditional form of shamanism you are learning from.
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whataboutbob85
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shamanism
There is a Shaman I travel to who lives about 3 hours away from me. I meet with him weekly. As far as drugs go, I already have said several times I only use psychedelic drugs for spiritual purposes.
Everything else I do is a personal choice. There are plenty of other drugs I can get fucked up on that have no spiritual purpose. People do what makes them happy. Other people don't have to like it, but they should realize it is a personal choice. You on;y have one life to live, live it the way you want.
I've always hated regrets more than apologies. So just get out and do it.
Peace.
Everything else I do is a personal choice. There are plenty of other drugs I can get fucked up on that have no spiritual purpose. People do what makes them happy. Other people don't have to like it, but they should realize it is a personal choice. You on;y have one life to live, live it the way you want.
I've always hated regrets more than apologies. So just get out and do it.
Peace.