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11-03-09, 16:16
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and it was all in my head under 80g fresh. sorry i couldnt join, but was thinking of you, and ate 1inch fresh shroom thinking of you. i said i would join this "fool" moon... had strange dreams too, meeting my 1st that i havent seen/talked to over a year. she was like " you really love me..." and i said "i wanna marry you..." damn man, not only that i was never thinking like that i reallize its the truth. + i quited smoking hash week ago. had hard time falling asleep (3-4h rolling in bed) and dreamt that i found a small piece of hash and the "regular" me was about to smoke that and than the "real" me stepped out and said "do what good for you" and with no doubts i walked away from that desire. Quote:
i feel you. i understand you. i agree with that phrase. 100%. about the "voices"/"noises",  "hmmmmmmmmmmmm" or maybe its "omnmmmmmm" energy buzzing. lol last time i ate 80g fresh i was sure someone would call the cops, never made such sounds before (not the ommmm..) more like "pawwWW". damn that syrian rue was kick ass (or was it the fresh 80g lol?) glad to hear youre ok. now show some love for the lady, after that "leave me alone"... bastard!   come in peace, piss, go in peace. btw, did you had the end of trip fart? 
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11-03-09, 19:03
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11-04-09, 01:52
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 And, thanks for the eye candy! I really like that image of the moon smoking up on the blue background. But, after last nite i'm a little weirded out by that Oozaru vid you shared last month hehehe.  Quote:
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 Fear is outweighed by love, pain is outweighed by love. I couldn't agree with that more. Much of my trip was me willing myself to overcome the pain and fear. I hope you're right that this could be a new beginning for me. Your words stir up a lot of positive feelings for me Gypsy thank you. Quote:
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And i feel you on the hash bro, one of the hardest things for me is to cut back from the sweet herb. But, you gotta keep evolving friend, its more interesting that way. And damn, now that you mention it i actually lost my hash about a week ago.Quote:
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 Thanks for that mysty wishing you and your family the best right now.
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11-04-09, 10:46
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Wow SS... Very compelling read. I can empathize with many facets of your trip, and I can tell you that I'm very proud of you for interpreting it as positively as you have. I've never done upwards of 80g fresh, but 55g was very intense so I can only imagine. Trips like that can be earth-shatteringly awakening on various levels. Your bravery employed to transform your understanding is truly admirable. Much love SS, and if you're worried about cessation, don't be. Alan Watts once said, regarding psychedelics, "Once you get the message, hang up the phone." - Perhaps you have received this particular message. Namaste
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11-05-09, 12:05
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From my experience only, I have found a sturdy fence post that I set upon. Both sides wish me to join them. One is filled with despair and misery. The talk of hopelessness is non stop and relentless. The more I focus on those emotions, I notice my feet hanging on that side of the fence. They are veiled in darkness and it would be so easy to just join them and stop fighting. The other side speaks little. The light is golden and warm and yet they say little to me. You see, one word will cleans your darkness. It won't be spoken until you've chosen. Both sides want you equally. One coerces you with misery and the other invites you with silence.
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11-05-09, 20:21
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Without the darkness the light is meaningless just as we cannot know happiness without having experienced sadness, joy means nothing without sorrow, the day is undefined without it's night. Duality is the beginning of defining all things, and all things are then truly approaching defined by what they are not for surely there is no way to derive a definition of anything without comparing it to all of it's peers thus differentiating it by determining what it is, in fact, not. I will know the sorrow of death or I will never know the joy of life. I must overcome the loss and the pain, abandonment, loneliness, that I can again gather to me the temporary physical comforts of love. But in that knowledge and experience I find the greatest extents of happiness. In it's time, it is worth feeling the extreme pain of death so that we truly value the real joys of life. Any attempts to escape from this will result in a delusional existence so real work is required to find and properly experience both the darkness and the light. The finest of us are able to live in a lie and actually believe it with such conviction that we will fight to defend our positions. I seek the darkness! I seek the light! I seek to engineer the dynamic flow between the polarities I have created or found by opportunity, luck, or fate. In the natural world we find the greatest activities occurring between two polar extremes. The farther apart they are separated the more dynamic the action that can manifest. When we are completely aware of TRUE definitions of the "THINGS" involved then we have a chance of gaining true understanding of what is going on around and inside of us. Subjective reality and objective reality in alignment and working in true harmony. It is an absolutely amazing dance between the darkness and the light, life and death, FIRE AND ICE....................I prefer the twilight and the dynamics of the "in between" for at one end we are burned to a crisp and at the other we are frozen into a block...........In between I can move at will and enjoy the night as well as the day! I keep this image in my mind and overlay my life upon it. Sometimes it is much more complex than this, or so it would seem, but when the dust settles and I can see again............this is what I find! Arathu |
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11-05-09, 22:30
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11-08-09, 11:48
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It's a good message too, one of balance. I like to think that i do not fear death so much so as i like to acknowledge it. Death is a great advisor, in fact i'm pretty sure its there on you chart somewhere (skuld). Sometimes its a matter of overcoming the pain, at others times we choose to seek the darkness. Reminds me of a message from a great book - Lame Deer Seeker of Visions , where the medicine man acknowledges all the dark places he has gone and how it has helped to round him off.Thanks all for the great input.
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11-08-09, 13:20
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11-11-09, 14:27
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Brothers and sisters, i would like to share with you a story. A story about that red-topped mushroom, Amanita muscaria. This tale was told by Keewaydinoquay, an Anishinaubeg (ojibwe) medicine woman and storyteller. I found it online some years back and will share it now. The legend of Miskwedo Keewaydinoquay Attention, I will tell a story, a story of The People, a story of Miskwedo, that red-topped mushroom which is the spiritual child of Nokomis Giishik, Grandmother Cedar, and of Nimishomiss Wigwass, our Grandfather Birch. Listen and learn. Certainly this is true, for it was told by our honored forefathers. Now this happened in the long, long ago times, many uncountable moons gone by and many uncountable trails back, it is thought, at one of the temporary camps during the Great Migration of our people across the continent of Minissah, from the Land of the Sun-rising toward the Land of the Sun-setting, when they were being led by the Divine Megis to out home, to the promised land of Keewaydinaukee. There were two brothers, so young that they had not yet received their adult names: full brothers they were, both sons of the same woman of the Owl clan and of the same man of the Sturgeon clan. The firstborn was called Elder Brother and the secondborn was called Younger Brother. They lived alone together (Oh, Wah-ay-eah) for their parents had died bravely along that Great Migration trail. Oh, Wah-ay-eah! They hunted the same quarry, ate the same food, and shared all things in peace and harmony -- and that was good. Ahauw! Now one day, at the place about which this story is told, the boys were very hungry, their stomachs empty. Since there were mountains in that place, they climbed up the rocky slopes looking for food. At last they came to a great cave high in the mountainside. It seemed to them that light came out of the cave opening. An amazing sound, a sound like the humming of uncountable bees, was heard. Very carefully and very quietly the brothers approached, curiously peering through the opening. They saw a beautiful meadow in which there grew many tall red and white mushrooms -- handsome wafaskwedeg they were -- turning and revolving, buzzing and murmuring, singing a strange song of happiness under a brilliantly sunny sky. Quick as a flash of lightning, Younger Brother scrambled through the opening running with joyous abandon into the meadow of murmuring mushrooms. "Stop! Wait! Stop!" called Elder Brother. "We do not know what Spirits there are in this place. We do not know what they might be." But Younger Brother did not stop. He was, in fact, already gone! Younger Brother ran to the tallest, strongest, reddest, most handsome mushroom of them all. White fluffs, like tuft feathers of the finest war-bonnet, waved across its shining cap. Streamers of filmy white, like frills of clouds, swirled in rhythm as it revolved. Elder Brother watched aghast as Younger Brother became fused to that giant mushroom's stipe. He beheld Younger Brother begin to grow a bright red cap. At first slowly, then faster and faster, Younger Brother began to spin in the sun. Elder Brother was horrified. Quickly he noted the location of the giant mushroom and the position of the little mushroom which had once been his Younger Brother. Then he ran. He ran as fast as his legs would carry him, away from the bewitching meadow, away from the great cave, away from that awful hole in the mountainside. Back down the winding trails, back down the rocky slopes, he ran, never pausing until at last he came to the village. "Awooheee!" He gave the emergency call for the elders and the medicine people. Quickly he told them everything that had happened. "What shall I do?" he begged. "Tell me, Wise Ones, how to save my little brother." The elders and the medicine people looked at each other. They shook their heads. "We have never heard of such a thing," They said. "We must ask the Drum." When they had consulted the Drum, which was Medicine Drum, they said, "We have an answer, but it is a difficult one. This is what you must do. You must remember every world. You must go to that place called "The-Place-of -the-Magic-Sands". It is a high cliff along the lake with a talus slope and great waves pounding the rocks into the sand. There you should collect the magic sands, Onoman. Put them in a deerskin bag with sacred tobacco and pull the drawstring tightly. Think a prayer of thanksgiving to the Spirits of that place for their making of Onoman (the magic sands). Continue running along the trail until you come to "The-Place-Where-the-High-Trees-Grow-and-the-Eagles-Nest". Find the highest tree and the nest of the largest eagle. He is a Thunderbird. You must obtain four feathers from his tail. Think to the Thunderbird a prayer of thanksgiving and petition as you keep on running toward the mountain. Follow the same trail to where the light of the great cave shimmers through the opening in the side of the mountain. "Now face the East with the eagle feathers in your hand, asking Gitchi Manitou's blessing on them. Observe which mushroom is the tallest, strongest and the handsomest. He is the chief. With utmost speed enter the witching meadow, thrust an eagle feather through the stipe of the chief. He will stop turning. Now locate the wisest Miskwedo among them, the eldest mushroom who is sporulating, the one with the most influence. As fast as you can, put an eagle feather through the stipe of this mushroom. He, too, will stop turning. Now the third eagle feather must be thrust through the stipe of the mushroom which you know to be Younger Brother. Then dump the bag of magic Onoman all over him. Carefully remove every bit of this mushroom from the shining cap to the bulb at the foot. Do not break off any particle or a part of Younger Brother will be broken too. Carrying the mushroom with you, hurry through the opening in the mountain. Stop just long enough to place the last protective eagle feather across the opening of the cave, then continue down along the trail as fast as you can go. This is what you are supposed to do. "As you run away from that mountain, the load (your "Brother" mushroom) will become heavier and heavier, until finally, it will become as it was in the past. There will be your Younger Brother running beside you. But though you recognize him as being there, as he once, was, do not speak, do not stop! As you run, it will become more and more as it was in the past, except for one thing -- an eagle feather will protrude from Younger Brother's skin. There it must always remain." All these things occurred then. They happened as it was foretold they would happen. Elder Brother remembered clearly every little thing. He did exactly as he was told, collecting the magic sands and the eagle feathers. He went through the hole in the side of the mountain, placing the protective eagle feathers and dumping the magic sands over Younger Brother. He rescued Younger Brother, who seemed to become as he was in the past -- except for one weird thing: an eagle feather stuck out strangle from his skin just as if it had grown there! Together the boys ran swiftly down the trail, back to the camp of The People. There they lived once again, in the same lodge, in peace and harmony. And that was good. Ahauw! Many days and many nights went by. Slowly matters began to change. Wah-ay-eah. Elder Brother arose in the mornings, his heart heavy with sadness and foreboding. He worried and he worried and he was unhappy. Wah-ay-eah. Younger Brother, on the contrary, arose smiling each day, his heart filled with happiness, his lips singing merriment. Ahauw, Zahwendahmowin! Now Elder Brother noticed that Younger Brother went very frequently behind the wigwam to urinate. He stayed much longer than seemed to be necessary, and particularly, at the full of the moon, he stayed a long, long time. At last Elder Brother, who disliked playing the spy, decided that for his brother's welfare he simply must investigate. So he went out behind the wigwam and discovered, just as he had thought, Little Brother was not urinating. He had already gone down the trail further into the woods. Elder Brother followed secretly until he came to a clearing. What does he behold? There he sees Younger Brother standing in the center of an open space, a large group of people around him. Younger Brother's arms are open wide, spread like the umbrella of a mushroom. His robes are beautiful, glowing red, and tufts of white feathers adown his head. In a high, humming voice of happiness, like the song of uncountable bees, he sings to The People. "Because of my supernatural experience, In the Land of the Miskwedo, I have a cure to alleviate your ills, To take away all your unhappiness. If only you will come to my penis And take the quickening waters flowing from it You, too, can be forever happy." Every time the clouds darken the moon, he urinates. The people catch his urine in monkukeg, birch bark containers. They drink this liquid that has been given to them as a great boon by the Miskwedo spirits. All the members of the mushroom cult, all the devotees of Miskwedo, Youger Brother, who is the chief mushroom, the drum chief, the three elders and three sets of lesser people sing their happy songs, their hearts are strong, and each one does the work of ten. Wah-ay-eah, poor Elder Brother! He did not understand the ways of the red-topped mushroom. He did not understand the use of the golden mushroom. He did not understand the use of the golden mushroom liquid and the penis elixir. He continued to be filled with foreboding. "Nothing good can come of it," he lamented. He troubled, he worried, and he was unhappy. Oh Wah-ay-eah. Neither did Younger Brother understand the workings of the Sacred Mushroom. But he went on being happy, and all the people following him continued in a state of bliss And so it is and so it continues to this very day, now at this place and this time, as it was then, and shall be in the future. All the people who are OLDER BROTHERS, like Elder Brother in our story, because they do not understand, they are unhappy. They trouble, they worry, and they fuss. Neither do the YOUNGER BROTHERS of this world understand, yet still they drink the golden mushroom waters and are happy. They drink the Elixir of the Great Miskwedo, and much is revealed of the supernatural and other knowledge in this way. It is the Kesuwabo -- the liquid Power of the Sun -- Kesuwabo. Aahauw! Jahwenda-mowining, ahauw!
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11-11-09, 17:13
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Great story, Shroomseeker!! Just be careful about singing that "come to my penis" song too loud.  People were more openminded (and open mouthed in this case?;-) )in the hunter-gatherer times than in the supermarketfoodcollecting age.
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