The Purpose
James briefly steps out of his cave and off his rocker for a quickie soapbox sermon, tellin’ it like it is.
To be in physical form is to struggle. This is a self-evident truth for all beings. We are in essence at all times in a struggle of some sort. Conflict is the basic component of any story and war is the ultimate human reflection of this struggle. However for most of the human history we have not only been at war with each other but with ourselves.
Psychedelic use is a precipitation of this war within each of us. It is not a retreat or some form of surrender, as some believe. I assert it is a full on immersion into the battles we all wage within our own psyches. The imagined enemies are amplified and therefore met with full conflict. As with any war there are causalities. And for this reason many assert that psychedelic use is madness. Five hits of LSD and a person is legally pronounced insane. But how much more madness is it to insert ourselves in an external physical war, were we surely destroy others and their potentialities. Has history not shown us that this is truly madness?
We go to war with the idea of some foreseeable resulting peace. The same should be the motivation behind psychedelic use. Peace was the motivation for the quest of the Holy Grail in Arthurian legends. The mythical cup of Christ, that would surely bring healing and peace to the kingdom. One had to have extreme courage to be able to embark upon such a quest. And what a noble quest it was. Many dangers and adventures lurked along the way; one would be surely tested. Tricksters and sorcerers would undoubtedly be encountered. And quite possibly one may even have to journey into deep dark dungeons or caves and face the ultimate challenge of a dragon. Terrifying and yet mystical were the dragons of legend. A powerful image that contained unfathomable treasures if overcome. Self-created and sustained in our own psyche, they thus contained one of the greatest metaphors for our own fears and demons.
Psychedelics are maps that can lead us on our quest. There are a variety of maps and as with any map of legends, never precise. The use of psychedelics has been a tried and true path that many an adventurer has used for the roads to high adventure. They can lead us to those places where we never knew such things existed. They are not the weapons we use to fight and overcome with. No, we must rely on our own innate courage, strength, intelligence, and cunning to deliver us safely through the battle we beseech.
However, psychedelics certainly let us know that such things can not be hidden from forever. As much as we like to pretend that such things don’t exist, however, for those that have the courage, untold riches await. Such has always been the stuff of legends. There are those that are called to seek and those that do not choose such an adventure. Some only venture a little, others are relentless in their quest. And for those that can muster enough courage, face the trials, and pass the tests, the cup of Christ awaits. Peace will surely come to the kingdom within. For where there is peace within, there will be peace
The Emperor
So the Emperor stands before us, naked and jaded. Grappling at gadgets that have been subsequently demechanicized, rummaging the ground for lost batteries in a blur of white powder induced longing.
Seek what you will with blinking eyes, pulsating to geometric patterns of kinetic brain synapses….. Look into the technological guru’s eyes, seeing a glimpse of the other side of what you call your isolated illusion!!!!
Break free of the jabbernauted crust in your underslept and over danced eyes, gaze into the LCD screen of your favorite Sony, searching for the love of a cyber honey.
LUST I SAY LUST for what is it all for if not to trance yourself into a cult of half peeped gizmos and whirling orgasmatrons!!!! The Lord of the trance calls upon each of us at our appointed time, to shackle off these chains of reason and mundanity, SEEK YOUR UNIQUENESS it cries, NOVELTY IS ALL for conformity and homogenises is death in itself, the stagnant and uncreative shall fall to loins of the past, steeping itself in the roadside of mass culturization.
– Koan of Deeper in Zen without!
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