Drugs and the Ascent to Truth

It's been said that Truth or Reality is this mountain that we all traverse throughout our lifetimes.  And that different religions take different paths up the mountain, but all end up in the same point.  Well the validity of that claim is something to discuss on a day other than Thursday.

But, being Thursday, I wanna talk a bit about drugs and their role in our meandering up that pile of rock.
Maybe drugs drop you near the top of the mountain.  Not the very top, but maybe like 2/3 of the way up.  I'm talking about psychedelics now.  And Ive never done anything besides weed,  but have extensively researched LSD and its family.  Ive also had LSD like experiences on weed.

The paradigm shift that comes with this new found perspective blows our minds, and there is a profundity that we lack in the cardboard box every day existence.  But here's the problem:

When we ascend by following the traditional ways of religion, we are able to gradually see the perspective change - trees become neighborhoods, become cities, becomes the horizon.  Things make sense through that wisdom rooted in Rock.  Also, assets like perseverance, patience, and muscles are developed from the grueling walk.

These all serve to ground us and protect us when we reach the top of the mountain and start getting into other realms.  People who have been dropped there by drugs are vulnerable and dont have the muscle and perspective to fight off the metaphorical mountain lions and creatures lurking up there to devour people.

Door can be opened that can never be closed.
They were right all along, don't do drugs.  Drugs are bad.

'On' Miserables of 2013

Let's not lose Life in amongst the plastic

The haunting childhood anthems ran back through my veins, this time surging them with the shivers that I have learned are from God.  My mom brought me the soundtrack to the play from London when I was 7, and I've been tantalized by the other-worldliness of Les Miserables since.

It's a world that speaks of something worth dying for, and living for.  Of the raw emotion that cries out from not so distant times, to a world that races through Big Macs and Adam Sandler movies.  Don't get me wrong, Big Macs are funny, and Adam Sandler movies are yellow, but we've lost a taste of what it means to be human in this age.

Our freedom was bought with blood, our height comes from standing on the shoulders of previous generations.  The Lamb has paid, we have been raised, and we eat.  Let's not get de-sensitized to the taste of food.

A Peter Pan play on the Play of Life

Im gonna write you a blog entry.  Yip, you.
Youre welcome.
 I mean it is a blog entry about you, cos there is a common thread of humanity that runs through you, Napolean, and your great aunt Gertrude.  It’s a uniquely Dynamite yet anciently modern story called Existence.  And it’s always been in a theatre near you.
 This theatrical drama that we’ve all been thrust into has all the ingredients that would make us happily pay $30 to see it – tears, fears, jeers, and sneers.  There’s crying and dying and smiling and lying.  And for some reason we can never see the whole picture cos of the tall guy’s head sitting in front of us.
Maybe that tall guy is tradition.  A certain deeply ingrained crevice that thought naturally runs into.  A paradigm that’s hard to shift out of.  Maybe that tall guy is our own height and ego getting in the way of 20-20 vision.  Whatever da brudda is, he’s annoying, and confusing, and I wish he would move so I can see what the hell is going on.
 Cos it all seems cyclical, and yet progressive.  A time for everything under the sun.  In this age, we’re starting to be able to view things from outer space, and step away from the sun.  And yet there was a time for that…under the sun.  We accomplish big old piles of dust, and then say “Here my child, Ive left you this big old pile of dust.  You’re welcome.”  Either we reincarnate and grovel in the dirt more, or we leave the dirt for the next adventure, which may or may not be just as filthy.  Does the drama end when our pulse does?  Doubt it!  Peter Pan said it best: “To die will be the greatest adventure!”  The Kingdom of Heaven belongs to those who never grow up, and you can never say never to Never Never Land.
 The paradox of Life – it is both paradoxical and logical.  The first will be last, the weak shall be strong, plants grow better when they’re trimmed, gold gets purer in the fire.

There you go, take that.  It’s a stream of thought plucked from my over-populated mind.
You’re welcome.