tantric
Bluelighter
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- Jan 2, 2004
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in high school i had a copy of 'The Black Arts: A Concise History of Witchcraft, Demonology, Astrology, and Other Mystical Practices Throughout the Ages' which was VERY entertaining, but i was a naive sceptic then and properly dismissed it as woo. nifty woo, though. in college, the QueerNation/ACT-UP group i was running with was also a coven, of sorts. the lesbians were into StarHawk and were prone to going on about the moon and their wombs. the guys were into chaos magic - the postmodern stuff where you use belief as a tool to focus your energy and what you believe in being basically irrelevant. still thought it was woo, but i did some ritual and made some charms. most of my interest was in the leader, who looked like a 25yo joe montana. i kinda pretended to believe, i think, but i did follow the threefold law.
from there, i started looking into shamanic magic, meaning entheogens. i wanted to have all the neato experiences - i read Carlos Castaneda and i was *determined* to have a shamanic experience - in the way that people are *determined* to visit disneyland. i wanted to see some cool shit, dammit. but peyote is hard to come by, and i'm not cool enough for datura, so i kept looking....and found in seminal DXM FAQ - section 8: Altered States and Paranormal Experiences. oh, my. yeah. i was on that shit like a duck on a june bug (southern saying - junebugs are large beetles that fly around about a foot over the ground, aimlessly. ducks love to eat them - they do this ridiculous thing where they half raise their wings and stick their necks outs and chase the bugs, it's hysterical) and i basically got my ass handed to me. it wasn't fuckin' woo anymore. i could flat out make shit happen - weird shit. DXM trips are not just in your head - they reach out and mess with the world around you.
that was 20 years ago. i know that it's utterly insane to think that i can manipulate reality with my mind. in those 20yrs i was trained as a scientist in a hard science field. i know that shit is impossible - but i also know it works. its my mojo - when i'm living right (no dopaminergic drugs, vegan/peasant food only, following the 8-fold path) shit just falls in line for me. example - i was working with my garlic bed and i had one 1' rebar stake, but i really need another...and when i dug around, i pulled another stake, almost identical to the one i had, out of the ground. like the gd earth gave it to me. i just said 'thanks' because that's just the way shit is. that's my mojo - like being an agent of karma rather than a patient. it's only little things, and it's always unexpected, but it's VERY helpful. when i live right, i can just make shit work. mojo.
okay - anyone else have this kind of outlook?
from there, i started looking into shamanic magic, meaning entheogens. i wanted to have all the neato experiences - i read Carlos Castaneda and i was *determined* to have a shamanic experience - in the way that people are *determined* to visit disneyland. i wanted to see some cool shit, dammit. but peyote is hard to come by, and i'm not cool enough for datura, so i kept looking....and found in seminal DXM FAQ - section 8: Altered States and Paranormal Experiences. oh, my. yeah. i was on that shit like a duck on a june bug (southern saying - junebugs are large beetles that fly around about a foot over the ground, aimlessly. ducks love to eat them - they do this ridiculous thing where they half raise their wings and stick their necks outs and chase the bugs, it's hysterical) and i basically got my ass handed to me. it wasn't fuckin' woo anymore. i could flat out make shit happen - weird shit. DXM trips are not just in your head - they reach out and mess with the world around you.
that was 20 years ago. i know that it's utterly insane to think that i can manipulate reality with my mind. in those 20yrs i was trained as a scientist in a hard science field. i know that shit is impossible - but i also know it works. its my mojo - when i'm living right (no dopaminergic drugs, vegan/peasant food only, following the 8-fold path) shit just falls in line for me. example - i was working with my garlic bed and i had one 1' rebar stake, but i really need another...and when i dug around, i pulled another stake, almost identical to the one i had, out of the ground. like the gd earth gave it to me. i just said 'thanks' because that's just the way shit is. that's my mojo - like being an agent of karma rather than a patient. it's only little things, and it's always unexpected, but it's VERY helpful. when i live right, i can just make shit work. mojo.
okay - anyone else have this kind of outlook?
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