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(the following was written when I was 14 years old)

"Tightening, digging into the flesh, through the skin, will it never end? Wanting that bony, slender frame, wanting and wanting I try in vain, working and working to shed the skin, dying and dying I need my sins, it is all gone, I don't want to fit in, it keeps dropping out, numb and cold to the touch, black against white, never sleep at night, gray against red, it is pain that I am fed, blue and dead you just fuck with my head, no communication, no where to go, no relation, no one to show, just the infatuation with no where to grow, the need to act out, want to make them burn and shout, want to kill them all, but down I fall, living for the kicks, living for the drugs, push it down, on i chug, sometimes i wish i was clean, but if i was i'd be dead, if u know what i mean, tasting the fear, tasting the hurt, we all know my brain is thoroughly burnt, am I going insane? Am I already gone? I feel so weak yet I feel so strong, down it goes but yet I still come on"

"Floating in space, caught in my bubble, not sure where to go, my life turns to rubble, thinking maybe I have found peace at last, but then it snaps and I collapse, It keeps coming, it keeps piling up, all these things, oh my life is so fucked, always hoping for it to end, wishing it away, but it all comes back again, my head aches, my body is sore, my skin is dead, drowning in all this gore, worms sticky and slimy fill my skull, writhing white, pulsating with my pain again I fall, creamy, milky, grossly fat, sliding slipping through the shit, touching, feeling,reaching, groping, crying,struggling, laughing, hoping? hope? What is hope? Fuck this head full of dope!"

"They corner me then they throw thier stones, they tear me down till I'm just skin and bones, they drag my mind through the mud, I'm on the verge, I just might give up, throw it all away take my own life join the guilty held at bay, one swift stab with the knife, one quick pull of the trigger, go to hell all you fucking worthless people! Burn for not giving me a chance, you fucking live in the past, you'll never understand what it is like, to have a life and not give a fuck, to have lived in death for all these fucking years, to have burned in hell, but it is all so clear, you cover your eyes not wishing to see, who i am, what i am, ten times over i want you in hell, to die as i have died, to be where i have been, you had your chance, when I was young and clean and fresh, yet you hesitated, you held your breath, and that did me in, that was the seal on my future, that's what you fucked up, you could have saved me, but you were detoured, you could have had it all, but you neglected to see my fall, you have done me in, I no longer weep when I sin, I no longer cry when I do wrong, I've broken through, I've broken into, I now see what I must prove, I now see what I must lose, I now feel what I must abuse"

"Rusty nails exquisite sting, I kill everyone and everything, you and me we are a team, jealous and sinful and downright mean, tearing through and killing all, pushing, pushing down we fall, rest for us for we are due, stuck together fucked like glue, dying rotting fading away, fucking it all laying all day, don't know, I try and I can't react, pulling, shoving I can't go back. laugh, sing, fucking relax, dead and gone, fucked by and axe"
I suppose I am overflowing with passion right now. My life-force is brimming and my neurons are on fire and I want to share the love with people. I am bouncing around threads wondering where to post next however I feel a blog is in order as I can direct my train of thought much more independently with it as opposed to a thread on the boards so as to head directly in the direction I have in mind.

Towards amazing things essentially. Which right now happens to be discussing legendary trance acts in terms of psy/Goa such as Etnica having an upcoming event scheduled. Do you know this Italian masterpiece of trance? Pure Italian Goa. Lol if that makes sense. They classify themselves as Goa which is actually in India but they are Italian. Italian Goa Trance at its finest.

Welcome to a voyage anyone is welcome on so long as they keep an open heart and liberal mind. I mean my blog not just this upcoming event featuring true Goa Masters.

www.etnicanet.net

Their new stuff sounds less Goa to me and more polished modern psy-y but hey I am impressed they are still releasing new material.

This right here is dance fever material imo:



Or more like go on a stationary ride with ear buds in a laid-back pad. Or dance. Either way Etnica knows where they want to take you with their sound and aren't out just to make a DJ chart.
Got a picture (5x5) of acid yay, back in 'business' ;p !

Would it be possible to make a thread involving a modified Google Image engine based protocol, where people can upload their partial of a sheet of acid and see if google recognizes and finds the whole sheet pic? :D
Then if not alternatively bluelighters could chime in if they know it..



I do wonder about AL-LAD vs LSD potency and really forgot how serious to take the darker side of LSD especially when having been out of the game for quite a long time.. 300 ug AL-LAD two times recently certainly wasn't always easy, and at times downright confronting:
Looking the feeling of potential self-actualization for the coming time in the eye, feeling the transformative power, and while believing in wanting to better myself and tell myself strongly that its important to be more responsible, I also kind of shied away from the radiant self-actualization because it felt so intense that I felt that in my still very much recovering state I'd rather not risk going too deep into any rabbit hole and getting unforeseen mental problems from some personal crisis.
It was humbling but seeing my faults and strengths both felt honest and balanced, gave me compassion.

If I were to take acid again (clearly sooner or later I will but how much is a good question), and by the way I will not combine psychedelics with stims even prescribed ones ;) , I wonder how LSD would treat me in such matters ^ at otherwise subjective equipotent dose.
The effect of such drugs helping as a spiritual/moral etc compass by harmonizing feeling and thinking and showing me myself and my path is valuable to me - it helps to remember whats important and feel it deeply. I don't really need it - I've shown for years that I can survive and life without psychedelics - but I can't say that it's worth the challenge doing it all on my own, hardly knowing how to work on enduring, staying highly conscious and bearing it all, and moments of intense clarity being scarce.

But I also have experience with diving in deep with eg LSD and having impending ego death struggles way different from that of psilocin. I recall a synth 4-HO-DMT experience involving confrontation with mortality but without mystical states of consciousness involved.. I was quite present, it was a peaceful experience with crying and then letting go of fears as being just an organic part of the trip.
With LSD (granted with high doses and/or meditation) I recall dissociation and feelings of impending ego-death, unity etc... but enough times where that sent me into a struggle: apparently the dissociation or sudden meditative concentration so overwhelmed and confused my relatively present and intact state of consciousness that it mystified the whole thing. Hard to feel or think something as powerfully simple as your general mortality (actual or mental/symbolic), but instead fading more spontaneously.
No wonder that causes a struggle: I imagine parts of the mind are then completely unprimed for the loss of boundaries, the brain cross chatter that leads to a soup of unity and interconnection.

I've always warned everyone here to not try to cherrypick trip effect, and realize that I don't wanna get more than I bargain for. So I guess on the one hand I will start slowly (~85 µg blotters), of course a set and setting prepared for any kind of trip, moreso than with AL-LAD, and just to be sure prepare myself for the difficult/confusing type of effect catching me off guard, so that I won't unintentionally speed up a mystical state, but at the same time just go with it if I feel faded.

On another note [I started on a trial Ritalin script yesterday]:

The ritalin gave me quite some insomnia even though I did not take any after 3-4 pm, eventually around 4 am I gave in and ate some etizolam feeling that my body needs the rest (I hardly take any benzo anymore), coming night I won't do that and I wanna try to learn falling asleep on the long tail of MPH. But this could prove to be a dealbreaker. Didnt have insomnia when I trialed 1-2 weeks dexamph at therapeutic doses taken in the morning.
Anyway will give this a chance. :)

It did yesterday help with productivity and organization (although today I havent decided that I actually wanna be very productive) and for piano oh my god! It really feels like without it, I couldn't really muster enough attention to play say Bach evenly and calmly, I couldn't focus on everything going on and as a result usually get chaotic, problems with fingering and hitting keys too loudly or softly, so that soon enough I'm fighting to just keep up. Practice does wonders but I highly doubt it could 'compensate' for the attention deficit.
Interestingly, whereas without Ritalin (or dex or sunifiram) I have such strong musical memory that I can play my repertoire without the sheets when my motor/muscle memory + a strange form of raw data memory have memorized pieces well enough... now with Ritalin I found it harder to rely on memory (I was playing when visiting my father and had no sheet music there at all), and made mistakes although much fewer and less sloppy ones, mistakes surprisingly different ones than I know I normally make. Clearly playing controlled and careful helps overcome some challenges but creates new ones not known before this mode. :D
mmmm so fucken delicious



I don't eat it with apple though wtf ew.

I really only like to eat fish that I or someone I know has caught though, and Australian Herring are not even related to the Herring that I need. And if I can't make my own, then I can't have them fresh from the barrel like so:



I'm in a pickle m8s I really am :(
Adios amigos.

Leaving early.

Schedule rearranged.

I am still in recovery for life and it is happening OFFLINE. I mean I still value the net and do alot of mindful surfing online for instance here and here:

Will not be logging on again.

Did I once say utopias don't exist on this planet?

Becoming a fool is very easy. It requires no effort at all and yet sometimes one finds themself exerting more effort into becoming one than they do acquiring wisdom. Wisdom is the opposite state of being foolish, no?

Addiction is something I feel people should have compassion towards yet where I am with it (horrible struggle since my early life) I feel as though I have dissected it for what it is inside the psyche. In essence it is a mere psychological mechanism before branching out in the entire neurology and biology.

I will now only be logging onto Bluelight once a month. Should I make it on the New or Full Moons? No, no good reason outside of being playful and fun.

Two quotes until next time,

"We either make ourselves miserable, or we make ourselves strong. The amount of work is the same."
- Carlos Castaneda

"I know LSD; I don't need to take it anymore. Maybe when I die, like
Aldous Huxley."
― Albert Hofmann

Two songs I want you to read the lyrics to if you have ever struggled with a chemical addiction issue and have been forced into a monetized profit-based system of greed and intellectual inadequacy.

I've dealt with anxiety for over five years and I know exactly where you're coming from. It's like you're nervous and anxious about nothing in particular. Isn't that an exhausting way to go through life? Makes you tired, huh? Its tough struggling to get through every day. And no one really understands unless they've gone through it. However. Anxiety is simply a seratonin deficiency in the brain. Everyone has this chemical, but people who deal with anxiety or panic attacks or depression have a depletion in seratonin. Just like a diabetic would take insulin, people with anxiety take SSRI's in order to up their seratonin levels and regulate that. I can tell you, without a shadow of a doubt, that medication works wonders. I was always against putting something into my body to alter my brain, but now I take XANAX , which is the most common anti anxiety, 3 weeks later, I felt SO much better. Of course, it's an every day process, but every day in every way you're getting better and better. I promise.

To calm down: start at your toes and clench those muscles and release them and work your way up to your shoulders. You should start to feel more relaxed. Work on your breathing. Breathe from your diaphragm (your stomach) not your chest. Count to five when you inhale, and eight when you exhale. Listen to music. If you start to get that panicked feeling where you feel you can't breathe all that well, put in headphones and go for a run. A racing heart makes you breathe and helps you calm down, surprisingly. Talk to a friend or family member who understands if you've got one , if you google all the "what if's" you will freak out. Don't do that. None of those things are going to happen to you. You will be 100% fine.



MOST IMPORTANTLY: Let it be completely okay that you're anxious. Let it be okay. Accept that that is what is happening to you when you get anxious, know that you've made it through before, and know that it is not permanent. Let it be okay, and it will not run your life.

So. To recap.

1) Go to the doctor.
2) Talk to someone (friends/family/therapist/etc)
3) Practice calming techniques.
4) Let it be okay.
5) Live.
Das me.

Be back later to edit this post.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PcR6UxaqT2Y



Edit: Been back sons.

What was the first headie piece you owned? Or knew someone that owned?

Mine was a really dazzling bubbler by this blower called Ease. WNY.

"One pain is lessened by another's anguish. ... Take thou some new infection to thy eye, And the rank poison of the old will die."
― William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet
I just found some meds in the back of my cupboard that were my mums, they are codeine and paracetamol tablets, only thing the expiry dates are 2002 & 2005. Are they safe to take, or do they just lose potency? They are in original packets and were in a dark cupboard. I also take endone in 20mg doses when i can get it, but ran out today. Will the codeine be similar and how much should i take? The strength is 30mg codeine/500mg paracetamol. Thanks! :) :?
what to do when trusted friend always says youll love this, then disappointment, fix it? how? waste of money? what to do when spending 1-300
and friends be like wtf


CYCLOPROPANECOCAINECRAZY

Improved DRI profile.

Gets you high, gets you high, gets you really, really high?
Uh oh. Now I am aware of the addictive potential. I am aware that I should not use what I acquired for more than 2 days in a row and preferably not at all consecutively in terms of back to back days. I only purchased one ounce. It is available at a store down the street (not at all low quality). Sue me.

I mean I am in recovery but I completely rationalized and minimized this. Perhaps I wasn't even concerned about making a rational choice and felt this is just a plant so why should I not try it? On another site I hang out on (NoFap) a fellow vegan user was talking about how he used it and I kind of shunned it as being highly addictive. I mean if someone feels they need it for a viable reason I shouldn't shun it but I didn't want anyone to get an idea of using it by him talking about it I guess. Anyways back to the present situation here.

I drank probably over 10g lol but not much more than that. Two tablespoons at most I would say. I think I should hide it away from home in the morning and not touch it until later or maybe just use it tomorrow and then stash it for another time. Definitely not trying to start a kratom habit here.

I guess I will channel it socially here now in some social threads. See ya around. And btw I am not drinking alcohol with it nor doing the stuff on the net that corrodes my sense of being well which leads to drinking and using propylhexedrine. On that note I was reading the fatality reports about kratom on Erowid and one of them involved propylhexedrine. I tried kratom once before with a good amount of alcohol and propylhexedrine in my system and vomited my brains out. This is a wake-up call right here: https://erowid.org/plants/kratom/kratom_fda_death_case_reports_2017-12.pdf
This entry is related to my personal spiritual life.

A couple resources I want to share before I get back on track w/ my drug history. Next up is LSD (never to be taken again, can you believe that?!).

I train the mind morning and night as described in this Buddhist lecture series. Spoiler since it is really kind of Buddhist.


And this one is Theravadan (Buddhist, more analytical and appealing to science minded folks however Buddhism as a whole to me is the most in-depth science of the mind on the planet) which can really be taken as insight for anybody since it does not demand you train your mind in a directly Buddhist type of manner:

'Just One More ...'

There are also talks and videos of it on YouTube and elsewhere on the net if you want to explore it. By Ajahn Amaro.
Have you read Carl or Friedrich's material? I find these two insightful. Bob Ross I was not familiar with on television however this video below is worthy enough to share in this blog entry. Sure he may not have went as deep into the psyche as Jung & Nietzsche but his attitude and paint brush count for something.

Do me a favor and the next time you ingest a hallucinogenic compound don't take it for the hallucinogenic properties but rather let it open your mind to a new picture of reality. Reality is subjective only through our own little ego lenses. Let the experience bring you closer to a reality beyond the ego lens I mean.

Or don't. Or just meditate without having to go through the trouble of acquiring a possibly volatile substance.

I know I have no desire to use any psychoactive compounds these days. This does not mean I do not want to understand the universe nor have I come to an ultimate understanding of it by any means. What it means is that I feel psychoactive substances are not the only key to unlock the mystery of the cosmos that's all.



Btw Freud wasn't at all worthy enough to be in this post.

"Everything that irritates us about others can lead us to an understanding of ourselves."

― Carl Gustav Jung

"The meeting of two personalities is like the contact of two chemical substances: if there is any reaction, both are transformed."
― Carl Gustav Jung

Ok they are all worthy so check them out for me please: https://www.goodreads.com/author/quotes/38285.C_G_Jung

And a taste of Nietzsche,


"Without music, life would be a mistake."
― Friedrich Nietzsche, Twilight of the Idols

"That which does not kill us makes us stronger."
― Friedrich Nietzsche

https://www.goodreads.com/author/quotes/1938.Friedrich_Nietzsche


I don't actually like to party anymore. I don't feel like dancing. I am so sorry. But this Chi-A.D. track is still banging enough for me to get off listening to in ear buds while on a PC,
on wednesday, just as i'm chilling with my cat sleeping beside me, my phone rings and its his school....telling me that he'd had an 'accident', bumped his head and had quite an 'egg' and that it should be taken a look at at the hospital....so no hesitation i am up and out of the house....my agrophobia goes to hell when it comes down to the well-fare of my kids.....so i collect him from school, the bump is on the side of his head and not immediately visable but my i could feel it!!....he's in quite good spirits though and whilst he signs himself out i see that he's showing off his 'bump' to a girl on the way back...so we spend an hour or so at the local hospital and they check him over and give me instructions on what to look out for to call 999 for.....none of which occured...but it still makes me go to jelly thinking about his description of the evnt and the fact that his head impact on the wall was so loud that everone close by seemed to crowd around him and a teacher was there immediately...scares the bloody life out of me that something like that can happen so quickly and easily at any time and there is nothing i can do to prevent it....but he is seemingly fine now....he even wanted to go straight back into school the next day ....even though he had the opportunity to have the day off so good on him!!....i just tole him to keep away from walls.

today a book arrived that i'd forgotten i'd purchased...i'm still awaiting 'the subtle art of not giving a fu*K'.....the book that came today (which only cost ?1.89 on ebay hence the purchase) is 'CBT your toolkit to modify mood, overcome obstructions and improve your life'......and yes i know my general take on self-help books being a pile of bollox....but i'd heard the term CBT and DBT ...even the fat fuck therapist asked me if i'd heard about them....i had, i told her...but did not know much about them other than i'd heard they were practiced in conjunction with therapy for BPD....and then she tells me they couldn't help me and go to narcotics annonymous...i tell her to go to weight watchers....blah blah blah....but i DO have THAT psychiatrists appt so go fuck you ......yeah...whatever

...so anyway i have been flicking through the book and i'm not feeling so hard on myself for having not been following through with a daily schedule of Yoga as i'd been telling myself i should be.....i'm allowed to cut myself some slack as to change behaviour and bad habits isn't something that you just wake up and start doing....well i'm sure there are some people who are able to do this....but i am not one of them so i can stop thinking myself a failure and a lost cause for not being able to commit to 'something so basic' as a daily Yoga workout.....i have the thought in place and the will to do it....it's that i have to begin to slowly break out of this self induced daily 'sluggish' existence i've allowed myself to develop over the past couple of years....i am not the type of person to wake up and suddenly change the error of my ways....and i gotta say....even for an anti-self-help book person....i quite like the passages i've been reading in this book.

i just went onto YouTube to show my daughter Day 1 from a yoga workout very helpfully posted on here by someone some time back which i stored on a playlist...and did make a start on...for 2 days....got about mid-way through until it became apparent that i could not do the workout on my sofa...i had intended to try again using floorspace but hadn't gotten round to it....i'm thinking i might give it a try tomorrow....i asked my daughter (who loves dancing and also wants to do the splits) if she fancied giving it a go with me tomorrow morning ...i showed her where i had been up to previously....she seems up for it....i also found an entire playlist for the whole 30 days which i also saved.....i then went onto one of the later days to look at the excersizes there...and this was where my daughter was 'won over' for sure as she piped up 'oh i could be able to do the splits!'........i don't know how long it'll keep her interest...and i'll try hard not to feel too bad if it doesn't develop into a daily routine immediately....infact...i won't expect it to as...come one....i've been doing the same thing for about 2 years now.....getting up...coming downstairs onto my sofa and not doing much else so it could well be a hard habit to break out of so i need to be a bit more realistic about things.

It beggars belief though that this dumb fuck therapist tangles these 'CBT' and 'DBT' in front of me and then yanks them away like she did as she must've already made her mind up at that point so what was the fucking point of bringing them up to not tell me what they were and then to tell me to go to narcotic annonymous....that's kinda like showing a homeless person a plate of food and a bed and then telling them to go out and try and find one for themselves.....the UK and the NHS...no fucking services here......it wouldn't be of any wonder if violent crime was on the increase as there are so many struggling people who re desperate and being turned away....at least i do have a house....albeit a tiny one ...but there's a bed for us all to sleep and food in the fridge and heating.....i was watching something earlier about the benefits system over here and people getting evicted because of this 'Universal Credit' the government is trying to bring in that is seriously flawed and leaving vulnerable people penniless and on the streets.

one thing i did read in this CBT book though ....'physical relaxation does not come naturally to many of us - it is a useful skill to be learnt and developed. Practice makes perfect'.......and that struck a chord
I have no more desire to take LSD. The last time I took it was much stronger than I was hoping it would be. I tried to abort the trip but with nothing on hand to do that what actually ended up happening was intensifying the trip with lemon juice (don't ask how that decision was reached). Actually that probably didn't do anything but stir up the angst of the entire situation.

LSD didn't do anything for me really in terms of unlock the doors of ultimate neverending freedom/liberation nor make me enlightened. IT is a drug, and while it may have benefited me in more ways than other drugs (my first trip left me really depressed on the comedown despite being incredibly euphoric, can't say you should try it if you take SSRI's as I was way back in early high school but it didn't interact dangerously with it minus messing up my serotonin chemistry I am thinking) I can't say it is something out of a magical fantasy novel that can really produce wonders that remain once the drug is long gone. But what can really? Well this isn't about magic nor fantasy so let's get on with it then.

Visuals never mattered to me. That's just your brain on drugs, like get over it already. Anyways I feel that many visuals are distractions and nothing more really. That is just my take on them. Hallucinations are false in many cases. Just fake nonsense with no real meaning. Another distraction in my eyes. Now visions are something I could see holding some kind of meaning and value perhaps but I never had them on LSD. Mushrooms on the other hand sent me deep into shamanic trance and the whole experience became a visionary consciousness thing where I was literally removed from reality into a dream state.

LSD basically whipped me into shape really quick on the last and most powerful trip and said to me you don't need to keep taking drugs to be happy and live a full life, including me.

A list of what I took. I think I said enough. Not a trip report type. Can't say I needed to take LSD but where I was at the time taking it I can say it never hurt me or sent me to a psych ward like alcohol did once (wasn't truly admitted but I spent the night). Phenibut made me insane FFS, LSD never made me crazy contrary to what anti-drug propaganda would like you to believe (there was a myth about becoming legally insane after taking X amount of acid when we were younger). However I have heard stories of people taking it in my high school who took it too far, they dosed too much strong blotter and had scary experiences. Bad trips if you will. Also I heard of someone who always got sad on the comedown so be careful if you take it and make sure you don't have mental health issues to begin with. And also I have heard of "10-strip" eaters who just tripped themselves out of this world somehow whereas my friends and I couldn't even think of eating half that much. Experiences are relative I guess. Stay healthy.

1st trip was mainly only visual (not a real trip but there were visuals! I think the cube lost alot of potency as the source was trusted and it was left outside one night after being stored in a closet for a long time, was nervous about taking it once I acquired it so I held onto it for months, perhaps that is why I always wanted to store it inside a fridge after this) and I took it in school. I remember some visuals clearly but nothing to say beyond that. How is that possible? It is apparently. Sugar cube in tinfoil. Tinfoil was just holding it until it was dropped.

2nd trip: Spiderman blotter. Super potent. Dosed two. Incredible high. The mental trip was pronounced and we all knew we were tripping (one of us had tripped before and had taken very strong acid so we weren't all uninitiated I guess). Outside at a park. Cannabis was smoked in the woods which just felt like wonderland or something. Super euphoric without any trace of fear. Massively confident and rejoicing in the effects. Clean as a whistle LSD. Wanted to redose but didn't for some reason, perhaps a shortage of blotter. The only downside was feeling really low energy on the comedown and drained basically. All the magic vanished once the effects wore off. Completely forgotten upon comedown.

3rd trip: This might actually be the fourth as more spiderman was taken at a Phil Lesh concert and afterwards at home, same incredibly clean and fun dosing experience as the first time it was dropped. Anyways let's just call these pyramids acquired at an Allman Bros concert the 3rd. Also orange jellies. Taken together. The thing is mushrooms were taken too which sent me into unconscious trance involving a loss of control. I don't know what would have happened had the 3.5g of mush NOT been taken with the four hits of doses. Who knows but we tumbled much further into the rabbit hole than intended and there were bad things that happened but no one was hurt nor arrested so all was good in the end.

4th trip: Actually I might be out of order here so let me just call this one the white fluff sessions. Beautiful LSD and the blotter just represents where it is coming from I guess I mean LSD is LSD regardless of blotter style right? Well this was better than any taken so far and was acquired at a RatDog show or from some deadhead in a lot of some remaining dead member's band's show. Wasn't Phish. Visuals were pleasant but again that is just eye candy like what's the big whoop dude? Minor insights but I was just a lost drug using wannabe hippie around this time. Did not harm me at all, was clean as a whistle LSD like dude it isn't deadly or mind corroding stuff.

5th trip: Cherubs. Really nice acid. From a deadhead friend. Insights were more prominent than visuals if I recall correctly.

Final trip: Chinese needlepoint disguised as stinky cheese WHAT?! Don't ask. Idk wtf was going on but it was so strong. It felt like I wanted to end it but I couldn't and I just had to ride it out. It just ate into every cell of my body and upon the morning I felt like a new person and since then have never thought about trying acid again.

This song is just because I like it. Like I said acid never hurt my mind but hey I can see how it could if you have underlying issues already. Stay safe know your source and all I can say is NBOMe's are not LSD.

Schedule is getting rearranged here. LSD will be documented later today here (final blog post today, will not even be doing one entry per day from now on). But really quick let me drop this substituted tryptamine file.

This documents my past experience with them. Let me make a short list of what I have taken.

1) 4-HO-MiPT
2) Could have sworn it was Aces. Cannot verify this. Anyways it didn't give me a wallop to my mind the way Miprocin did.

Was it really only these two? Probably. I wanted to experiment with more before losing interest after Aces. Aces just made me feel the synthetic nature of what I was actually doing and I had no interest to ever use them again.

Call me a naturalist I guess? Wasn't always like that I suppose though.

Hey a song! And ya I cannot say you attempt either but I can say 4-HO-MET is something I would have liked to begin with in retrospect.



Miprocin was incredibly mind blowing. I wigged out on it. Thought I was going to die and ran off to be saved by viewing images of a great Buddhist master. The trip calmed down after that. Felt like I was going to fall into the abyss because you really can't die on that stuff easily but hey megadosing is never advised.




Did you know the author of that Chicken Soup for the Soul sap-crap (sappy crappy, hahah jk my friend had them in a downstairs bathroom if I recall correctly as a child, his mom read them I am assuming as memory is telling me) takes drugs to expand his consciousness? WHAT?!! Dude I heard him mention he used sacraments of either the chemical or plant variety on a Rich Roll podcast. He doesn't do it often but he said something about once a year or maybe even more often. Maybe less now actually. He has a history of exploring altered states of mind, which he says has benefited his life.

http://theindiespiritualist.com/2013/09/02/10-questions-series-jack-canfield/

Anyways I tried to get into his 30 Day Sobriety Solution book but never followed through with it completely. What I found funny was that on their site (a big part of the program) people were saying how they didn't think it was possible for a problem drinker to cut back to a moderate level of healthy drinking. The thing is drinking is not health benefiting as research now shows us but people can still do it and get away with it responsibly. But ya I know for me as an individual there is no such thing as moderate intake of alcohol. Not a chance, cannot be trained. You can't train yourself to do that once you enter the state of alcohol intoxication dude.

I cannot say I encourage anyone to try to cut back (but hey I can't say keep harming your life with booze if you are a problem boozer either...) as it doesn't work for me nor for others who feel as I do but hey if Jack says you can who am I to stop you from trying?

Oh and these Gabor videos I wanted to share in my journal but in the comments of this blog they go. Hectic schedule and too much to get out. Will get more organized in due time.
fuck knows why as i grew out of the stupid arse things fucking years ago....self help books indeed, how the fuck does paying for a book that tells you all the things you should be doing but can't for whatever reason 'put into place right' ...imo they'd just make me feel even more of a damn failure for not being able to help myself even with a magic book that gives me all the answers!!!

i guess i'm thinking it'll make a change from searching for prescription drugs online

the title is 'the subtle art of not giving a F*ck'.....it has lots of good reviews.....and i'm thinking that when i see the psychiatrist i can tell him all the things i'm trying yet.....ultimately failing with....'hey i even bought this book!!'.....so he'll then be there with the prescription pad

like fuck he will

so the whole 'expecting things to change' isn't changing things....having my Mum barging round almost everyday is making things worse....christmas is round the corner and i feel i have to make sure its magical for my daughter despite it being my least fave time of year....actually i pretty much hate summer too.....never used to but i do now....reason being there is no longer the reason of 'bad weather' to stay indoors.

my dad phoned last night, told him about my friend stuck in Belgium.....yep her situation is pretty fucked....my dad asked whether she had any qualifications so i popped onto FB to quickly ask....i left the question on messenger then when it was apparent she wasn't online my other 'friend' popped up....this is the 'friend' who i would speak to alot on the phone....we both considered each other 'friend friends'....then when i was going through the whole tribunal thing with my benefits etc my mental health plummetted to the squalor i am today and i ceased contact...one reason i don't go on FB......except to make imaginary cults......i feel really bad but i just clicked off FB....i should have said 'hi'....after all i'm communicating with a girl in Belgium who i'll never meet, who thinks i am her saviour when i can't even save my fucking self....i mean where exactly do i see this communication going??....i'm hardly going to come up with any magical solution to the poor girl and i'm ignoring the one person who is my 'friend friend'.......oh shit it all to hell

thanks for your words save...i'm gonna pop over and read your blog as it happens

so my day shall be another 'same same but different' and i imagine i'll have my Mum barging round some time mid-morning....oh i do hope she decides to do that 2mo....need a day of rest...we went to Tesco yesterday...bought lots of different cheeses which i plan to freeze....they were on 'special offer'
Have you ever smoked Sally? Did you ingest a tincture of some kind perhaps of a powerful divinorum extract? A combination of the two?

I have smoked it a handful of times. I could never bring myself to do it hard enough or rather properly enough (torching it in a bong or tobacco pipe is not like using a psychedelic ranger pipe and vaporizing that Scary Queen of the Jungle) to have a breakthrough. I don't think I want to after hearing about some people who took it all the way, hearing about what happened to their minds. Granted it goes away and you forget about the hell trip but hey this one is only for those who aren't afraid of the dark...or rather savagely bizarre with no concern for your enjoyment despite any revelations She might have in store...

The pins and needles sensation and almost like an uncomfortable feeling of being twisted that did not feel good at all, like sitting in an armchair and feeling like your body was being twisted in a really distorted shape into the chair which was really scary and uncomfortable prevented one from letting go and enjoying the ride I guess.

Who knows what it may have in store for you?



I have attempted it once alone in a bathroom but a trip sitter is highly advised for this Savage Queen. The first time I used it was with a friend and they found it equally disquieting/discomforting. Could not breakthrough. Did not want to attempt to after the first try.

I actually heard of someone binding themselves to a pole in their Mother's basement with rope so they could attempt a full dose properly. I am guessing they could not get a trip sitter or felt that perhaps the sitter themself wouldn't even be safe from Sally's full effects...
I've already noticed that the way i type i come across as rather immature which is fine....i also notice that the way i type i seem to come across as a smurf on speed....which i guess is just a type style.....tho the immaturity has been commented on here, not in a nasty way and thanks for the comment btw...also thanks for reading and taking the time to comment as i honestly don't type a blog for the notion that it will be read and enjoyed by others, it's something that i've found to be quite therapeutic and when i've analysed this i think that perhaps it may be down to spending a period of time a day where my thought pattern is not so 'oh woe is me life is shit and always will be' as i don't type like that.

about my diagnosis.....when ,my doctor diagnosed me i had already heard the term 'borderline personality disorder' and it had stuck out in a movie i watched called 'thoroughbreds'....very good movie....anyway i have always felt something 'amiss' about me but could not put my finger on what it is / was but i'd been 'depressed' for longer than i could remember and the prozac from my doctor did jack-shit.....a few months ago i sat down with my doctor and said that there has got to be something wrong with me as it's not normal for me to be like this....she listenned to me for as long as she could and said that it sounded like i had a 'personality disorder'....we made another appt and in the meantime i google 'personality disorder' and to my surprise there are 10!.....so i look at all 10 and their symproms and feel that the pschizoid and the borderline seemed to apply mostly to me....most of the others i could easily rule right out......on my next appt with my doctor i can tell she is leaning mostly towards a borderline diagnosis....in hindsight this would be because of where i live....they don't have personality disorders in Cornwall....if i lived where i used to, in Surrey....they would have lots of treatment centres there and specialists in the field as there's alot of funding there but Cornwall is mostly forgotten about and left alone so the locals can inter-breed without interuption....but those from 'up-country' who decide (quite poorly) to come down here and set up house and home have to put up with the fact that for a doctor to diagnose a personality disorder in Cornwall it's kinda like finding water on the moon....it doesn't happen....and from what my doctor had also said ....she wasn't even sure whether there was a 'personality disorder' treatment centre round here or not....but i'm guessing 'not' as nothing has arrived from any 'treatment centre'...also from what i've learnt from various snippets of information on personality disorders is that 'Borderline' is the most common....this would make sense then that my doctor would group me into that although i do relate alot to pschizoid personality disorder so if it were ME diagnosing MYSELF i would say Borderline with pschizoid tendencies or vice versa...that would be down to the 'getting no joy out of life' and various other stoic seeming traits of the pschitzoid type <<notice how i keep trying to spell that and i know i keep doing it incorrectly as my PC underlines it in red.....wtf...who cares...any way ...pschitzoid ? nope...do i don't i google...i do...schizoid there...now i could go back and delete all my spelling errors in an attempt to appear better at grammar and dpelling than i am...but i won't...it is not important...and neither is my reasoning of its importance and neither is this.....point i'm making i guess...ohh...that's another thing just to add...again thanks 'g' for your comment and kind words....i don't allow my diagnosis to define me as such....but when it was first 'diagnosed'...and we're talking...well really when i re-joined BL and took on this daft fucking user name....'impulsivity' see!!...another 'trait' of BPD.....i have to say that it was a relief to have a diagnosis and to know that i wasn't the only person to behave the way that i do...however i gotta say some depictions of BPD in some movies are totally cringeworthy and 'Welcome to Me' being one of them....also one thing i have never done is to 'cling' onto people...or behaved in a desperate way to keep someone with me.....the very notion is desperate and depraved and never have i allowed myself to degrade myself in that manner.....nor do i need constant reassurances off people....and i have never bombarded people with calls and such in a desperate attempt to know that things are 'OK' as i see often depicted in movies and then there is that book entitled 'I hate you....don't leave me'......years ago in my first serious relationship.....i could tell the guy was becomming distant so, despite wanting to be able to sort things out....i did move back in with my Mum....he changed his mind and wanted me back but i decided i'd go to Goa by myself on a one way ticket....i never told him to follow me....which is exactly what he did do...anyway thats another story in itself......but that part of BPD is not a part that relates to me and quite frankly i like my own company....i don't need people....i don't particularly want people....but i don't want to be part of upsetting people either....like walking into my doctors and calling them all useless fucking cunts.....i still feel deeply ashamed of that even now.....i kinda feel like i'm waiting for help and i wish i knew how to help myself or had the tools to commit to something that is going to help me....oh fuck a doodle doo

.....BUT i do have that appointment with a psychiatrist 18th december so i do have hope still....but i feel rather dejected because usually you get a diagnosis and then there is 'treatment'.....but i've been diagnosed and seemingly cast aside.....i get that my doctor doesn't want to do more harm than good so she's reluctant to prescribe anything on top of the diazepam she already prescribes me.....but i guess i should be grateful that she acually prescribes me that.....thing is with other 'disorders' ...they are 'treated' with mediaction to help alleviate the symptoms meaning the individual can still live an acceptable life but my quality of life is at zero and minus and i look round at my kids and feel i should be the happiest person on the planet.....how lucky am i!??!....and that just makes me feel even more of a failure and at a loss...even with this appointment with the psychiatrist i'm not getting any hopes up as look at the disaster with the fat fuck therapist.

i did google the name of the psychiatrist yesterday though and was expecting to see an asian looking chap as the name seems to suggest so....'Alje'....thats his first name....anyway he isn't an asian looking chap...i guess the name is more a Nordic type name as he has 'Kristoph' features from Frozen......i wonder if it was his idea to meet with me after the fat fuck dismissed me....i think too much

so i think i'll get onto my day of nothingness
so i was just passing the time giving advice to a girl i met on FB back in my 'spiritual reading' days....she's stuck in Belgium staying with a 'host family' whilst her 'fiance' '( who looks dodgy as fuck) works in Dubai leaving her virtually penniless and without 'papers' (she's from the phillipines<<<however its fucking spelt)....and i hear 'HELLO?' coming from my back door....i'm thinking this strange....has my mum had a sex change without telling me? as its a male voice and i'm certain my brother isn't down....so i go look and there's a policeman!!.....quick mental flick through my head 'have i got any drugs in the house?....yeah like i fucking wish!!'

.....so he asks me have i heard about there being a missing 'fella' in Redruth.....????....errr no i tell him....from what he said it would seem that the family staying in the house next door (not mum's...the other side....its an air B&B).....seem to have lost someone.....and that's all i know...he wanted to look in the shed at the top of the garden....i guess he didn't find anyone.....and then he was gone....i wanted to ask...is it a kid?...what happenned??.....you know some useful detail so i can help....do i knock on their door??.....well i just did and no answer....good thing really as fuck knows what i would have said...'hello...have you lost someone?....oh really?...oh that's such a shame....i lost a cat last month'

so....ohh....thats got me really unnerved....fuck i should have asked that cop more stuff.....shit, should i be worried about kidnappers?....shit....fuck.....ohhh that's really quite eerie....why did he look in the shed?....this shed is small as shit...i mean just room to sit in maybe that's about it why would somebody choose that over the nice warm house just a few steps away?

i'm gonna get on google in a bit....doubt i'll find much

anyway....i have again changed my cult name...which is what i had originally only gone onto FB to do....the name is 'Fantastic Under Cover Knowledge Of Flying Fairies'......(F.U.C.K.O.F.F)
as i was 'chatting' with my phillipino friend stuck in Belgium....one of my 'friends' liked the post and commented that it sounded a bit too monty-python-ish and suggested 'Bloody Knuckles Vodka Philosophers'.....to which i pointed out the hidden message from MY choice of cult name....but that we could have a Bloody knuckles vodka philosophers day on a sunday

Mum also made me go out with her earlier....we went to Aldi and i couldn't figure out what substance it was that was affecting me there....whether it was the phenibut and modafinil i'd taken first thing this morning or the spoonful of Kratom leaves i had put into a cup of tea that i'd had about an hour or so before we left.....in hind-sight it must've been the tea.....i'm going to put my kettle on!!
so i'm no nearer to starting a cult......somebody is 'missing'......a FB 'friend' is stuck illegally in Belgium whilst her dodgy as fuck pakistani fiance' decides on what he's doing....she even asked for my phone number to give him so i could give him business advice....FUCK ME!!....see!!??? how fucking insane is that!!??....seriously this poor girl thinks i've got the answers to life the universe and everything......yet i just can't get this cult off the ground....and what i can't seem to do despite having all the will and want...is score some fucking drugs....it did even cross my mind to suggest to this girl stuck in Belgium to suggest to her pakistani fiance' that he should get into importing and exporting research chemicals so that he could export some to me then BAM we all win!!
An ADHD prescription for Connor "Sprite" Cummins's spirit molecule!



Love You, Mel!
Merry Christmas.
0 = Pluto / Scorpio
1 = Sun / Leo
2 = Moon / Cancer
3 = Jupiter / Sagittarius
4 = Uranus / Aquarius
5 = Mercury / Gemini
6 = Venus / Libra
7 = Neptune / Pisces
8 = Saturn / Capricorn
9 = Mars / Aries

10 = The Wheel Of Fortune
11 = A Lion Muzzled, A Clenched First
12 = The Sacrifice, The Victim
13 = Change, Regeneration (The Grim Reaper)
14 = Movement, Challenge
15 = The Magician
16 = The Shattered Citadel
17 = The Star Of The Magi
18 = Spiritual Material Conflict
19 = The Prince Of Heaven
20 = The Awakening From The Grave
21 = The Crown Of The Magi
22 = The Fool
23 = The Royal Star Of The Lion
24 = Love, Money, Creativity
25 = Discrimination And Analysis
26 = Submission, Caution
27 = The Scepter
28 = The Trusting Lamb Of God
29 = Grace Under Pressure
30 = The Loner, Meditation
31 = The Radical
32 = Mass Communication



OLIVER TWIST



HUGH HEFNER



SUE or DAWN

^--Expecting this series to be *awesome.*



SUSAN
Cash Rules Errthing 'Round Me

chedda is stinky yo. da skrilla won't eva fill ya. only yo inborn mojo can do that fully.

My stress right now is all about the dough. Not having enough. Yet I am not homeless nor starving. Not even close.

Learning to live minimally is my current biggest obstacle. But I really don't feel it has to be as big an obstacle as my stubborn ego is making it out to be.

Living in a self-absorbed money obsessed society is not helping.

Stay strong my friends. I hope to expand this blog in the future to be more universal so to speak. For now just small entries. Quick to digest.

Spur of the moment entry inspired by stumbling upon this track while searching for Chi-A.D. tracks or something like that:



An artificial drone culture. Big Tech is hungry for dat currency. Spend wisely.
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