My Stomach Hurts

munk said:
I've never had my face melt off. Never had a problem standing. munk
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One of the wildest experiences I ever had was when Ms. Hollowdweller and I were in college and did this big pink tab. As it was coming on we realized that we wouldn't be good in public so we crawled in the middle of this big grove of pines on campus to this little open spot in the middle. We stayed there most of the night facing each other. At one moment her face would be a skeleton, then just skin, no eyes or mouth just indentations, then kind of half cat half human like that one Amboy Dukes album cover, then she looked like a 100 year old woman.

Of course I was not saying anything about what I was seeing because I didn't want to influence her trip and I was used to seeing wild stuff so it didn't bother me. Finally she says " Jim, Jim, who AM I under these trees with!" She was seeing the same thing! That stuff hung in there hard like 12 hours! But so clean!

Another thing I always saw was faces. Faces all over walls. Not like living faces but like drawings of faces. I remember looking down at a desk once and the whole thing looked like it had little men in suits with bowler hats standing shoulder to shoulder.

Ever have auditory hallucinations? I'd hear like the sound of a crowd in the background. Kind of a murmur. But if I zeroed in on any one voice they were just babbling nonsense. Weird. Maybe if you are a prophet you can make sense of them ;)

I always found it interesting what bubbled up from my consciousness. Images often I had never seen before but maybe saw later in books. Also sometimes people you tripped with often your minds would interpenetrate and you would know each others thoughts. Only later did I read about the collective unconscious and thought that mighta kinda explain it. :eek:
 
Munk, I feel for you.

Warm is good. Ginger is good. Ginger tea is obviously the solution. I swear by this stuff. I like to dump a cup or two down the hatch after dinner to settle everything out. The taste is a bit odd at first but quickly becomes enjoyable. It seems to be compatible with my gastric reflux, although I've noticed since I changed my diet and stopped trying to drink myself into the ground that the things that used to bother me, often don't. It will be a long time before I ever eat pepperoni again though.

Whatever I've managed to catch is another story entirely. My stomach is almost as unhappy as my upper respiratory tract is. Make my nightcap a NyQuil, thank you.

Without going too far into details, my last hallucinogenic experience had strong religious undertones and bothered me on a very deep level. I never had an urge to try anything again after that and don't expect that I ever will. I suppose it's something that everyone has the urge to try sometime, though - sort of like urinating on an electric fence. ;)
 
If I could do it all over again, I think I'd be a heroin addict.

But the all time, no holds barred worst is the DT's. It is a horrible combination of hallucinations, both visual and auditory, BP, pulse and other bodily changes, and a geniune life threatening emergency, which few other withdrawals are. You don't know if you're going to stroke out, and if you finally sleep, the Holy Grail for those in this condiiton, you don't know if you'll ever wake. First you have to wade through the night of ten thousand dreams. You probably haven't sleep for many days.

I'll never forget being in jail, or wandering the streets of San Bernardino while going through the DT's on numerous occasions.

LSD had nothing on that. We used to take a lot of Acid, and everything else.

When I think of the late 60's and early 70's, and the horrible myths and delusions our generation in pride and arrogance convinced itself of, well, I'm finally not ashamed but I'm not jumping up and down for joy, either, especially when I think of the incredible waste of talent and lives. Five years I spent on a acute receiving unit trying to pay back some of the damage I'd given and taking the opportunity to help those less fortunate.

We wanted to see through our 'conditioning' ...we thought the world built into contructs of perception rife with denial- Oh, how insightful. I'm afraid it did not occur to us to do even a coursary exam of cultural history of mankind. We would have found ourselves the same old, same old.

The legacy is Rock in Roll tunes sell stock today. And of course Democratic moribund party membership.

We became the status quo we despised. And we were the sons and daughters of those who'd risked all during the Great Depression and WWll. They built what we pissed on. Such is humanity. We did because we could. Nothing unique there.

>>>>>>>

You know, there is a curious relationship between God and the chemicals. Why this should be so, who knows? Perhaps imbalance has always been the backyard of God. Without this, I think our suicide rate would go up tenfold.


munk
 
#1) I didn't get caught;
#2) Whatever it was that I didn't do I quit doing before turning 18.
#3) That's my story and I'm sticking to it.
#4) I can feel selective senility occuring more and more often these days.
 
Munk,
You had such a bad time because you tried to be a drunk and an acid head at the same time. It's hard to wake to super-awareness when you're beating your self unconscious.

Acid gave me answers to many questions such as the Meaning of Life, the Nature of God, and the Origin of the Universe, but the questions that had been plaguing me all my life, still remain a mystery.

I never found out if Steve Adams was really an Indian passing as a White Man, or a White Man who liked to dress as an Indian, and why he kept his Golden Stallion, Fury in a cave when he owned a ranch.

Before I die, I hope to find out if Sweet Pea was really the love child of Popeye and Olive Oyl, or was a nephew like Huey, Dewey, and Louie.

And, was there really a Fourth Tower of Inverness, or was it all in Jack Flander's mind.

Anyone know what I'm talking about or am I just having a flashback?
 
Ben Arown-Awile said:
Munk,
Acid gave me answers to many questions such as the Meaning of Life, the Nature of God, and the Origin of the Universe, but the questions that had been plaguing me all my life, still remain a mystery.

And, was there really a Fourth Tower of Inverness, or was it all in Jack Flander's mind.

Anyone know what I'm talking about or am I just having a flashback?
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In the 1960s and 1970s acid was a revelation! Taught me to just flow with the moment. Sometimes it was quite difficult. Making love with my wife (she was also tripping) and she turned into a skelaton (like Mrs Hollowdweller). Still felt good, so why stop? WTF.

Then there was the walls breathing.... ever have that one?

Dissolved into music. Led Zepplin, The Cream, The Who, Hendrix (met him when I was a news photographer), The Vanila Fudge, Donovan -- "Sunshine came softly through my window today....."

The drum solo in InaGoddaDivita.......Flashbacks coming now.

And sure Ben, "Fourth Tower of Inverness," ----- "Its windows like a thousand eyes turned inwards and its doorways, hinged on time open into endless vistas...." Still availible from ZBS Foundation.

We are all Jack Flanders. And the "Fool" in the Tarot. I am still looking for that doorway, that nodal point where dimensions touch.

In Indonesia they believe in the existance of the "Niskala" -- the invisible world that intersects our visible world "Sekala." This belief is incredibly ingrained in the daily life of Indonesians.

Ancestor communication. A close friend's wife invites dead realtives for Christmas. Sets places at the table and gets mad if they don't RSVP and also show up. Of course since they only eat the 'essence' of the food prepared for them, my friend eats well. She is from Java and is VERY serious about this.

The king 'Pakubuwana' (the spike that holds the Universe together) is personally responsible for the welfare of the country. I guess that he may be looking for another job after the tsunami.

The keris is a key, not a weapon in a physical world (Sekala) sense. There is a rumor in Java now that someone, perhaps a Dukun, used a keris to make the tsunami. Hmmm, could be?!?

But what do you belive? "My religion is fact, everyone else's religion is myth." I hear.

Me, I am collecting keris. Who knows, maybe one of them will work. If not, I am still strangely drawn to these wonderful mystical 'knives.'

And I still listen to the 60s and 70s music. Also the powerful trance inducing strains of the music from the Balinese "Dance of Good and Evil," where Barong and Rangda work things out. I also like the music of the Mevlani, Whirling Dervish, it will 'put your head in a different place.....'

While I don't do acid anymore, like Ram Dass, I can reach (almost) those states in meditation, both in stillness and in movement.

Excuse the ramble. This post brought back a lot of memories and the reallization that some things are still happening, good things, self-realization.

BUT I CAUTION against the use of psychoactive drugs, folks. Not only illegal and dangerous if good, but you also stand the chance of taking something that could be bad. You never know, something that could hurt or even kill you.

I would not touch LSD or any form of it ever again. Please stay awat from these things and realize that I, like a few others here, am just romanticising some 30-40 year old experiences.
 
Setting aside romantising about past experience with psychedelics...:)

I eat once per day these days and my stomach is like spring steel.

I drink tea and water during the day and eat nothing, not even a vitamin pill. Around 6 or so I start to eat and I eat a lot!

The biggest difference for me is that I have no ups and downs during the day. I am much clearer headed all day and don't have that brain fog I used to get. I feel much better than I ever did.

Occasionally I eat during the day, to be sociable usually on a weekend day, and I don't fell nearly as good.

I'm always telling people about this because it's helped me so much.
 
The closest I ever got to using drugs was eating two Flinstones multiple vitamins in one day. It was hard coming down from all of that vitamin C.
 
Satori said:
Without going too far into details, my last hallucinogenic experience had strong religious undertones and bothered me on a very deep level. I never had an urge to try anything again after that and don't expect that I ever will. I suppose it's something that everyone has the urge to try sometime, though - sort of like urinating on an electric fence. ;)
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Back in the early 1970s I knew a chemist. Joe. Not at all a religious guy. He invented a drug that was an incredible short high. Intense, not even illegal becasue it was an entirely new idea. Cheap and easy to manufacture. He claimed it was non-toxic, non-habit forming, etc. He was a brilliant chemist, so maybe he knew what he wa talking about.

Joe stood to make a lot of money. I was phasing out of drugs, but I liked to visit Joe.

One day I asked him how his "Kickapoo Joy Juice" was doing. He freaked out and told me NOT to mention this subject. Cryptically he said, "HE doesn't like it!"

It took me several months to get Joe to talk about this. He said that the last time he 'did it,' that GOD appeared to him and asked Joe what he thought he was doing?

Joe replied, "Just trying to make a few bucks and turn a few people on."

God said, "What you are doing is not right, is it Joe?"

Joe replied, "It is not all that bad, non-toxic, no-habit forming, etc...."

God replied, "It is not right, is it?"

Joe admitted, "Well, regardless of what I think, it is really pointless to argue, You being God and me being me."

God laughed and said, "Well, Joe, the bottom line is that I don't like this stuff and Joe I am making a one-way deal with you. Here it is and listen VERY carefully: If you EVER do this drug again; OR if it ever hits the light of day again and YOU are in any way connected with it, I will take away your soul and paralize you for Eternity."

Then God gave Joe a one minute sample. He was frozen, his soul came out his nostrils like a big butterfly and everything turned black and white and REAL boring.

Joe poured his stock down the drain and burned his notes and formulas.

I asked him if he was sure that was God talking to him. He said that he was sure at the time it happened. He said that there was no question in his mind but that it WAS GOD.

And while Joe suffered no religious conversion, and he reiazed that it might just have been a 'bad trip', he was taking no chances --- what if it was God? Joe could not take the risk. He refused to ever mention "kickapoo Joy Juice" again.

I wonder where Joe is now. Been twenty years since I last saw him.
 
Some people speculate the tree of knowledge in Genesis was some sort of a psychedelic. And of course doesn't wearing clothes seem like something some tripped out person would think to do? ;)
 
cognitivefun said:
...I eat once per day these days and my stomach is like spring steel...
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I eat once per day also. I start my meal at 6 am and finish at 11 pm and my stomach is like a rubber balloon.
 
Ben Arown-Awile said:
I eat once per day also. I start my meal at 6 am and finish at 11 pm and my stomach is like a rubber balloon.
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Well, then, my brain is like a steel drum. My foot is like a lead weight. My stomach(e) is like Mr. Potato(e)head!
 
Great, we are going to revisit Huxley.


Ben- actually, drinking and acid go hand in hand, on the drop off from the Acid, anyway, not before.


I've had and been through all the religiousosity from the various materials.
If you didn't eat the meal, the desert won't last, people.



munk
 
Satori said:
...my last hallucinogenic experience had strong religious undertones and bothered me on a very deep level...
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My first hallucinogenic experience had strong religious undertones.

We snuck upstairs into the church where we were having our Boy Scout meeting and stole the wine and crackers they use for one of the Jesus rituals.

It bothered me on a very deep level until I puked. Then I was OK.
 
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