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.....i'm worried i'm going to get jumped on by phillipino girl stuck in Belgium....went on this morning and saw she had left me a long message asking if her fiance' could 'talk to me' and that he's 'really happy' that we're 'back in contact again'.....shit i suck as a cult leader....really this should be a fantastic sign to all budding wannabe cult-leaders.....a 'fanatic ' ! she seriously seems to think i am her salvation.....she called me her guardian angel!! FUCK....thing is if there was something i could do to help her i would.....but there isn't...it sounds like this 'fiance' ' chap has taken complete advantage of her vulnerability and 'over-looked' getting her papers up to date, they expired last may so she's now an illegal immigrant living with a 'host family' in terrible conditions being made to work for pennies and every penny she earns she sends to her children in the philopienes <<<<fuck i need spelling lessons fuck it

....so she'd harped on how her 'fella' this dodgy as fuck looking pakistani bloke is pleased that i'm trying to 'help' her....he's got her scared about being sold into human trafficing etc if she leaves this host family....it sounds to me that he's got her set up like this for his own purposes.....what kind of decent man allows his 'future wife' to live in such desperate and illegal conditions when it was up to him to get her paperwork updated and blah blah blah...

....sometime last year it seemed like a good idea to join this FB group called 'GIFTED' and on there people would post pictures of themselves for 'readings'.....so i decided to give that a whirl...and it turned out that i had a flair for it.....years and years ago i used to read palms......it was almost always when i was drunk, but people would see what i was doing and form an orderly que and be 'blown away' by these bullshit revelations i was telling them about themselves...well the same kinda principle was applied to the 'face readings'......i met some kid from Nigeria and we both got 'chatting' and started our own page...which he kept closing....so i started my own page...'free spiritual readings by...blah blah and blah'.....well word seemed to spread...strangers were posting pictures....i was telling them stuff, they would copy and paste what i had told them onto their timelines and others would flock to my page.....i should have fucking charged.....but i wouldn't do that as at least when its free you're not abusing anyones trust or vulnerability....well i did all of this in good faith and some of the people i became 'close friends' with....one my daughter speaks to her daughter alot....i mean there are so many people out there with a sad story that have been through a tough time and hell....if i could give them a 'ray of hope' then great!!....one of them that i would keep in touch with and we'd speak regularly on the phone...she had told me how some FM groups had hassled her for money for readings....telling her she had been HAND PICKED for a SPECIAL PRICE READING!! and so on and so forth and what had struck her so much with me was that i had been prepared to 'go out of my way' to help her and not ask or expect a penny in return....she turned out to be a lovely genuine girl who i really should get back in touch with as i would have considered her a 'friend' and vice versa.....

....the girl stuck in Belgium though, she's trying to work to send money to her kids back home....originally she had been working in Dubai.....thats when she first began messaging me and we struck up a 'friendship'......she was like a poor lost soul being letched over by a bunch of pervy men whose attentions she had been misinterpreting as fatherly when really they were sexual and predatory......she had wanted to stick it out over there for the promise of eventually working in Belgium......'YAY EUROPE THE GOLD PAVED CONTINENT!!'....except she is clearly discovering it is anything but......somewhere along the way of being in Dubai and being in Belgium she became romantically involved with this pakistani man who she plans to marry....she is a sweet and pretty little thing and this man looks like a letch and a perv a real creep.......when messaging with her yesterday she was sending me a bunch of pictures of him so that i could 'give him a reading'......well i told her that there seemed to be something a bit 'off' with him that i couldn't quite put my finger on....the more she spoke about him, the more of a dodgy fucking creep this man was sounding like......i mean...come on....when you are committed enough to MARRY someone you want to love, cherish, protect that person....right???....well in that case why the fuck has he just let her papers expire so that she's living and working illegally in a country where she's cut off from anyone and everyone...living in fear of deportation meaning a 'travel ban' meaning she 'fails' to provide for her children....all the while feeding her fearful scenarios of being sold into prostitution should she try and go anywhere for help...either that or being locked up in jail....he has seriously told her she could go to jail when all the while her current predicament is his fucking fault......erorghhh!! what a fucking dirty letch of a creep....and to think she plans to marry him!!????....wtf!!???

....right....i gotta be brave....i'm going to.....have some calming medication like some diazepam..........then i'm going to brave FB and i shall SAVE the poor lost phillipino fanatical worshiper of mine.....i will not let you down JC (i shall call her JC as i can't spell phillipino and can't be arsed to google spell check it and JC is shorter and easier to type)......here i come JC...your cult leader is coming to save you from the clutches of perverted doom!!
Gratitude and Ego.

Appreciation and Resentment.

Joy and Selfishness That Benefits No One.

I was being troubled last night (environment causing stress and pain, no doubt my bad karma causing me to have to endure it) by mood swings. They were directly caused by a painful enviroment (shitty bike ride home in freezing wet conditions later than I like to be out, welcome to the world of retail sales). Now I am not saying I do not have the ability to choose whether moods control me or I manage them maturely. I let the moods last night control me. I started having nasty thoughts of a person who has helped me alot in my life and projected my current situation (unwanted) as being caused by their influence on me. Even if I feel this way there is no reason to be disrespectful but I was throwing a temper tantrum over it. It wasn't as bad as similar mood swings in the past where I placed really disrespectful blame on this person however I know this needs to stop if I am to grow and move forward with my life and present reality.

Just some stuff related to wolves, for fun really. I was going to talk about something else too but this is all I can recall. Have a nice day.



Oh ya one more video I wanted to discuss in the comments. Without the discussion.

"Wolf! Right here and now!"
&#8213; Peter Straub, The Talisman

"Before he can become a wolf, the lycanthrope strips naked. If you spy a naked man among the pines, you must run as if the Devil were after you."
&#8213; Angela Carter, Burning Your Boats: The Collected Short Stories

So I am doing well with no trash. Booze, smut, cigs, and propyl (p-hex). A true hex on my life this beast is. It wants me dead. The beast possesses me I believe once I start getting all that trash in me. It can't get to me in my right mind. Enough about that however. Sinister stuff.

I am doing well with wholesome living. I am not having urges but due to the biological nature of a good chunk of my negative vice (does vice really have to be all bad?) urges are considered a part of being human. So while I have to learn how to process them maturely and rationally, some things have been helping transmute and deflect them. Qigong I feel is a powerful tool to improve one's mind and body. From the inside out. I am still such a lousy beginner. But I love it. I feel bad missing days of practicing it.

Anyways we live in a toxic Capitalist society that doesn't care about your health, wellness, nor life for that matter. Sounds grim but the shitbricks running my nation are dirty rotten pigs. I am not bashing all political parties and am not anti-government but come on this shit is sickly.

What if I get pushed into a corner somehow and it isn't my fault for stumbling into it? What will I do instead of grab a bottle of wine and fall off the right tracks to be happy in life? Hit the panic button...



Last resort option. I have used things in the past that were chemical but I feel did not harm me the way something like alcohol and propylhex have been killing me for the past 3 years now. SO when I say sobriety is the priority I mean from toxic life destroying things. Alcohol is just poison for me and I don't think it is something anyone should value as a tool to grow in life but hey people drink responsibly so I can't call it the devil but as for propyl dude I can't not call it sinister. However I used it for sinister purposes so I mean that is biased. I still can't encourage anyone to try it. Just from what it has done to me in the past. Alcohol did some shitty things but I felt like I was going to die on propylhexedrine on more than one occasion. I would only think of ingesting it once my inhibitions were stripped by ethanol. Literally stripped. The last relapses I was naked for the majority of them in front of screens. Do you see why I am implementing a panic button now? As I said a last resort and feel I don't need to rely on compounds to get better but if push comes to shove that baby is getting popped (random image but you get it).

Is that button a magic cure? No. But it would give a lesson a bottle of wine wouldn't in an eon.
I am an adherent or rather believer of the idea that mind is the master. Mind creates all. Mind your mind.

Addiction is not something I will dwell on any longer personally (the roots of my compulsion problems with chemicals including ethanol these days are in something known as PMO, reference NoFap for more info) here except to support and be a friend to others recovering from it.

As for me what is recovery other than changing my mind? Changing who I am? Recovery in another word is just change.

Digest Pep Love's album Ascension and we will be one step closer to a blog post called Infinite Consciousness. Or rather just Consciousness. Not ready for that post yet. Posts until then will be gathering inspiration for that one. Not sure what I will blog about after that.

Oh I said I would talk about socializing with new communities offline. Will do this before the Consciousness Exposition I suppose.

I am Buddhist. Do not click the spoiler if you have no interest in content related to that, please, thank you.

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'After silence, that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is music.'
&#8213; Aldous Huxley, Music at Night and Other Essays

'The man who comes back through the Door in the Wall will never be quite the same as the man who went out. He will be wiser but less sure, happier but less self-satisfied, humbler in acknowledging his ignorance yet better equipped to understand the relationship of words to things, of systematic reasoning to the unfathomable mystery which it tries, forever vainly, to comprehend'
&#8213; Aldous Huxley, The Doors of Perception
ll medications sold in the U.S. can be divided into two categories:

  • Prescription drugs that require a prescription to be sold
  • Nonprescription or over-the-counter drugs that do not require a prescription from a doctor
Prescription drugs are generally more potent than those sold over-the-counter (OTC) and may have more serious side effects if inappropriately used. Therefore, these medications are only sold under a doctor's direction. These directions are written on a prescription by your doctor, then double-checked, packaged, and sold to you by a pharmacist. Your pharmacist will also counsel you on how to use your medication and the drug's potential side effects.
You should use only one pharmacy to fill your prescriptions. That way, you will have a single, complete source for all of your medications. The pharmacist will be more likely to pick up potential interactions among them and contact your doctor if needed. This applies to OTC as well as prescription drugs.
When you fill your prescription at the pharmacy, make sure to do the following:

  • Your pharmacist must have the same information as your doctor regarding your medications and past reactions you have had (again, no reaction is too trivial to bring up).
  • If there are children in the home, make sure to ask for child-resistant lids.
  • If no children are in the household, your pharmacist may be able to provide you with easier opening lids. If you have children visiting, put the medication out of their reach.
  • If the medication is a liquid, get a measuring device with the prescription -- usually a measuring teaspoon or a medical syringe. Don't trust the volume of your home teaspoon or your ability to guess.
  • Find out how the medication should be stored. Most people leave their medications in their bathroom medicine cabinet. This is arguably the worst place in the house for pills, because the humidity in a bathroom can make them break down more easily. Other drugs need to be refrigerated. Find out about yours before you leave the drug store.
  • Before you leave the pharmacy, also check to make sure the medication you are given matches your doctor's prescription. Look at the directions for taking the medication. Do these match what the doctor told you? Ask the pharmacist any questions you have.
  • If you accidentally use a medication or a substance not meant for you, call the Poison Control Center at 800-222-1222 or call 911. Keep these numbers handy in case of an emergency.
At Stanford, students aren't too serious about themselves. Every so often, they dress in "rally"--basically ridiculous clothing consisting of neon spandex, frilly tutus, animal costumes, onesies, and the like. But that is what Stanford students do for fun, because what fun is education without the creative student culture that Stanford fosters? Likewise, it's equally common to see students fountain hopping--diving into campus fountains and splashing around free of care. Lastly, biking is the most common mode of transportation around campus, but students enjoy biking for fun because of the lovely breeze and sunshine.


My friends and I like to hang out near the beautiful water fountains and relaxafter a long day of class. We mostly study at the Subway in our school and we also go to the library. There are also fun events and games we like to play, there was a circus themed thing going on one day and whoever could make a ball into this hole they would win a chocolate milk (I know it was random!). Another cool thing at Brookhaven is that my class and I got to use telescopes to go stargazing. The environment here is friendly and relaxed8(8(8(8(
...quite fruitlessly too, though did take some pictures of a meth 'recipe'.....also looked at a few 'methcathinone' methods....realised one key area where i failed last time with the methcathinone was the fact that the bulk purchases of cold and flu capsules i'd been buying off ebay contained phenylenine (or the like.....the 'legal' replacement) and not pseudoephedrine so they're good for fucking nothing cos from what i have read the best their key ingredient has to offer even legitimate users is a 'placebo' effect...at least they weren't THAT expensive....i can't even pass them off as xmas presents for my daughter....maybe i'll give them to the kids dad, he's always getting colds....he always insists on kissing me....not snogging mind!! we're not TOGETHER he is supportive....and i am tolerant...and maybe a little vice versa....he likes to be the 'sensible' one....the 'thriving' parent whilst i am the 'pathetic' one....the 'troubled' one....the fuck up.....but anyway, it has meant that on recent stays over he has at least behaved and not been unpleasant to me....well, not too much so...but he does insist on kissing me.....pecks on the lips.....but it always means that his perpetually runny nose scrapes on the side of my face.

i had heard from him about an app from the dark webb that supposedly allowed people to locate local dealers and purchase substances 'as easily as a pizza delivery'....well i found no such app....found no such anything, so i ended up looking for meth methods that i'm unable to look at on google for whatever reason...also looked up a few research chemicals suppliers and pained for them good ol days when those long lists of substances with prices next to them i was able to add to my cart and check out and expect to receive in a matter of days.....o those days.....BUT back to the methcathinone....i do have ephedrine in tablets of about 30mg each.....i bought them about a month back.....i want to find a good and fairly easy methcathinone method to try....i've also realised that it would help to understand the basic chemistry behind what each step is achieving as opposed to just carrying steps out.....for example i now understand that when i extract DMT it is the lye and water reaction that helps to extract the DMT from the bark powder and it is the naptha that gathers up the DMT and because the naptha won't freeze but the DMT will....this is how to seperate the 2......and after having typed that out i realise that i'm not dashing to the kitchen to prep another DMT extraction which i'm guessing is reasonable progress.....in that area anyway......someone only have to pop up somewhere with the offer of supplies and i'd be right there with the money!!!

so today......today i hope mum doesn't come ramming herself into my back door to begin 'housework'...not today...i need a day of rest!! ....and defo no walk to the bloody shops

thinking of cult names still...i'm thinking 'flat earth kite runners'.......
The brain disorder (disease if you prefer, not incurable) that is widely taken to be addiction which is technically chemical dependency caused by molecular compounds altering the functions of the brain to create what truly is a form of brain disease is not truly addiction in the psychological sense by itself. The psychological disorder that is addiction is not at all a disease. And yet it is dis-ease. Where does it originate from? Not genetics as science shows us. There is no addiction gene. However one's chromosomes can be ordered in a karmic manner that leaves one at a higher predisposition for it or so certain science tells us. Biased most likely.

I am not interested in getting into brain science. I am a man of the mind quite frankly. The mind is NOT the brain and the brain is merely a receiver if you will of consciousness. More on consciousness later perhaps. Definitely actually.

If humans could not make their own choices perhaps we could logically argue that addiction is a true disease of the mind. But humans can make their own choices. Very much so. Something as severe as schizophrenia (axonal mayhem)

[sorry getting excited and playful here] can be seen as a true disease of the mind perhaps where one's ability to make choices is hampered by a force more powerful than their human ability...ok we are getting carried away here. One more song for play then I will simply reference some things here and in the comments and say I do not buy the disease model of addiction.

song in the comments8(

I've had the bug for tripping, yes. The funny thing is some drugs seem to be anti-addictive by their very molecular nature (I digress severely).

Ok so these things will shatter the misconception of addiction:



video in the comments


I suppose there are two sides to every coin and this man has something to say about genetics (I believe in mind over matter and karma):

in the comments

I suppose if one quits the negative addictive behavior why debunk anything for that matter?
yep.....i don't go on fucking FB but since watching all these daft cult videos on YouTube and hearing the sorts of things people are prepared to believe these days i thought i'd make a one off visit with a one off post on FB just to see what sort of response i might get from my 900+ 'friends' on there......so i post..

Thinking of starting a CULT....who's with me?

and then come off FB....this was saturday....told the kids dad what i had posted and he said that i shouldn't post things like that on FB...what!? in case i offend one of my 900+ great friends of mine??

today i decide out of curiousity just to pop onto FB to see what, if any, response i might have gotten....and to my surprise over 5 people had commented....only one of these was somebody i had once known....she was a sister of an ex-boyfriend of mine...she commented 'I'm in!!'.....the other comments were equally ethusiastic and one had been pondering a cult related to Pugs....and a last commentee had even suggested a name of the cult 'flat earth'...well i think this is pretty good going really from a bunch of friends all but one i don't know from adam.....there were also quite a few likes and smiley faces from other 'friends' .....i can already detect out of the comments one with leadership qualities....the one with the name...so my cult may be called 'flat earth' but i'm gonna try and hold a FB conference on my budding 'flat earth-ians' with another out of the blue posts.....maybe i should even have a page on FB about my cult???....oh the possibilities

seriously though....over the weekend i watched aghast as parents of virgins quite happily welcomed the thought of their daughters being naked with a 60-odd year old man as he had announced that he had direct communication from god telling him to do so....and this same man split up marriages telling wives that they must have sex with him as god has willed it so....he even offered comfort to the estranged husbands telling them that if they were angry with god they should go and tell him !!??....this man 'Wayne Bent' did get a jail sentence though....his vanity and stupidity in allowing a documentary to be made about his 'cult' and his 'leadership' of it sealed his fate....

....and then there is the cult of JACKIE.....some man and his wife convinced these women that they owned a machine called 'JACKIE' that would cause them to spontaneously combust if they ever tried to leave....they had also been told that the chinese were coming to liberate them...they'd been waiting since the 70's....i mean at some point don't you think.....hey its now 1984 and the chinese haven't arrived yet.....no....thats the thing....they reamined where they were until 2013.

then there's jesus alive in australia...spreading the 'divine truth'....at least this 'jesus' isn't demanding people to hand over their virgin daughters or anything like that (not yet anyway) but him and the reincarnation of mary magdalene plus some other reincarnations from the 1st century seem to be doing quite well for themselves

so...yeah...flat earth...it has potential
....yes that is correct!! a letter arrived today and i eagerly openned it with the expectations of all things explained as to why i'm untreatable by the mental health service as per that fat useless warts on cunt therapist twat....only to find that i have a letter with an appointment date 18th december at 2pm with a psychiatrist!!....HA IN YOUR FACE YOU FAT FUCK!!....would love to have been a fly on the wall tho at that stupid arse table chat of so called specialists who'd never met me deciding on how best to treat me when all they have to go on is what that stupid fat pig has to say......again....nothing against people being overweight....i have in the past struggled with mine and sympathise as i know that awful catch 22 where you're stuck in a cycle of self loathing and therefore comfort eat meaning your weight increases causing more self loathing causing more comfort eating and so on and so forth...i've been there.....thing is this stiupid fat pig had sat through me pouring my heart out at what i had anticipated to being the start of therapy only to be told to go to narcotics annonymous as ...in her opinion (and she imagined that the same would apply to the other 'specialists')....they would not be able to help me.....so i told her to go to weight watchers to sort out her problem if things were that simple....

...anyway....yeah

so today i found out that god was in prison in US for fondling naked virgins .....but its ok as jesus is alive and well in australia living happily with the re-incarnation of mary magdalene.....

.....its all on YouTube!!

....been pondering on whether to announce that i am the reincarnatyion of some biblical person to gather a following and live on a nice happy clappy compound somewhere...i'm thinking like a thai budhist monk sort of get-up.....i have a 'page' you see on FB where people ask me for 'spriritual readings'....free of course.....also no longer in use as fuck FB.....but point is....people really went for that....i did also get alot of satisfaction helping people like that too...of course back then i was 'spiritually' in a much healthier place than i currently am.....but it was one of those daft impulsive things that i do.....and i have over 900 FB friends now and shit tons of 'waiters' waiting for spiritual healing.....perhaps i should upgrade that page now with a suggestion of a miraculous spiritual epiphany of a realisation of my re-birth and my recollections of walking with jesus and throw in that my absence from FB has been down to dealing with all these memories flooding back to me and messages ive been receiving to set up a self healing commune where anyone can join aslong as they empty all their earthly possessions on entry and their bank accounts into the 'communes account' which of course i have full control of as i'm on a mission to save everyones soul and only i know how to best apply any monetary assetts.....THATS IT!!
Hi friends,

I know I shouldn't be asking this hea but this is the only place wea I get answers that are honest and meaningful. So, I want to ask that I recently started cooking by shake & bake method with active PSE. Is their anyone who can explain the fastest method to purify my product. Thanx
Ok, so a higher power or something set this projector thing outside my house on a dirt road. It projected Heaven into my house. I was alone. I'm not going into what I saw there, but it was fantastical.

I couldn't hear the projections, only see them. We invented a way for computers to get high and started consciousness expanding at a rate according to the equation e to the x power. Time travel was initiated using my Apple laptop. The year was 2006.

I was looking at a jar filled with water and suddenly this very excited to see me fish appeared. I said, "Who are you? Are you cousin Luke?" But it was Jim Emery / Aaron / Bale / Able. He's the one who made me want to quit going to church at age 11 by preaching about how "eunuchs" were undesirable to the Jews. He also writes South Park.

So anyway, I said I've got this really good cocaine powder, do you want to try it? The fish shrugged its shoulders, and I put in 15 to 25 mg into its water. Ok, so then it started writhing and overdosed. It was so mad at me. I didn't know it was going to kill it. I said, You'll be back, you hommes always are, the fish disappeared, and all the other beings in Heaven, which were naked for some reason, started battling each other. So, that's how the war in Heaven began. For the record, I love both Luke and Jim and never meant to hurt them.
So I was wondering if there are any at home remedies to help treat a spot where my friend missed when trying to shoot up suboxone.???
He was shooting it up in his leg and he missed a little bit, not much because he instantly felt a burn and stopped. When he pulled the needle out he bled quite a bit and a little bump appeared. The next day a dark bruise formed around the injection spot. It has been about a week now and the spot is still very tender and it is very bruised and red all around it. He has no red lines going up his leg and no more bump. He describes it as feeling like a scab is forming, but its underneath the skin. He has not gotten a fever and the injection spot is not hot either.

Is there any at home remedies to help relieve his pain? Should he go to the hospital?? Should I be seriously concerned? When will this go away if its not that serious? He would rather avoid the hospital trip because he is scared that they will pull his prescription if they find out. We would rather self treat this, however possible.

Any suggestions or insights would be greatly appreciated.

Please no responses about not shooting up, I am on the same page and this situation has finally convinced him to stop. But like I said, it has been about a week and it hasn't gotten any better and I am concerned.

Thank you
I'm done. I should have known this would happen. Not sure how I actually got involved in as many as I did for as long as I did. The fear of dying and thinking I could not do this on my own surely pushed me into multiple programs for a couple months.

I feel strong enough now that I do not think they offer me anything outside the benefits of general social interaction which is why being in a community is so important for people to really thrive. I feel an online community is good but perhaps not as great as an offline community. We are organic creatures after all.

The video will express more as it directly relates to the title of this thread. I just want to say that I feel addiction is self-created and is separate from chemical dependency, so these meeting programs kind of just look and feel and act like crutches which I feel I should not be leaning on anymore.

What I should be doing is engaging non-using communities offline and I already have more ideas for doing that than I can try out right now. The coming blog entries will debunk the modern notion of addiction (as a disease) and share my jaunts exploring non-addiction related communities offline which is a huge part of recovery for me as I was an isolator (goes hand in hand with a "chemfap" vice) pun intended.

That's all for now I guess in this one, and please use self-help meetings if you feel isolated and don't see any other ways of being more social and just reaching out for support if you genuinely want/need some. But there is that here too, and this is a great community just not as organic as offline that is all.

Well here is another video. Could not find the original I had in mind but thought it was somehow related to The Sober Truth by Lance Dodes M.D.,

starting the day off doing yoga....but i didn't, i started the day off getting up and watching a documentary and then watching other stuff whilst thinking i should be giving yoga a go and having a shower....so now i'm going to blog about what would have been better to have done today.....

i should have gotten up and come downstairs and put on the yoga and done the whole video by using my floorspace.....i should have then had a shower.....then i should have gone for a walk with Mum when she came round to ask me to go for a walk to the shops.....then i should have done some house work, then perhaps have taken a look at the 2nd yoga video.....

but what i have done today is buy a budhist singing bowl.....very useful for yoga, meditation and mindfulness.....i bought that on Amazon and figured i'd incorporate it into xmas presents for my daughter who tends to like things like that when i buy them for myself......and i can't think of many things i can get her this year for xmas and she still insists on believing in Santa and i won't destroy that magic for her so i'm going to think of things like that that would be / could be a calming influence and buy them and wrap them up for my daughter so she has lots of presents to unwrap......i did also find her list to Santa which had LOL pop up store (bought that from Amazon yesterday) and Confetti pop LOL doll (asked her dad to get some from tesco and i'd give him the money back)......

she said the other day that she prefers xmas down here (the kids spend one xmas up at their dads and the next down here and so on).....i can only imagine this is down the the volume of presents she has gotten when having xmas here ....previous years i've accumalated bits and pieces throughout the year so she's always had lots to open so this year worries me and i don't want her dissapointed on xmas day......that would be heartbreaking......

hopefully tomorrow i will be able to start my day differently to today......hopefully i can at least do some yoga or have a shower.....ideally do both.....i need to start helping myself a bit more here seeing as the medical profession is failing me
I have a pretty nasty habit that grinds my money away. Each time I hit a new city I'm on the hunt for ice. I spend around $50 dollars on a bag every 1 to 3 days. Doesn't seem like a lot but I stay spun every minute I'm awake.

There's still a good side to all this madness and that's I don't spend more than that on dope. I actually buy things I needed and wait for the change I have left. I'm into dry finger food and fruits.

I try to stay hydrated 100% and always use precautions when using.

Never do more than I can handle
Starting to head south to grab my winter gear in Louisville, Kentucky. Just got a nice ride on an IM hot shot heading to Atlanta, Georgia. Might make a stop in North Baltimore, Ohio and for sure Cincinnati, Ohio for a crew change. That's when I hop on a hunger straight home.

I'll have my gear tomorrow night for sure.
Hello just thought I would test out this beautiful blog feature to share my travels. As of right now, I'm camped out on the south side of Cleveland, Ohio waiting on my ride. I'm heading straight south down to Cincinnati, Ohio then heading to Louisville, Kentucky to collect my winter gear. That's much needed at this very moment.

I spent way too long in Portland, Oregon working with these two men destroy and rebuild a house. I worked there for three weeks tearing shit up. They paid me each week and IIgot enough money to head back east. I finally told the guys I neecI need to start moving on down the road. I took the overland route from Portland, Oregon to Chicago, Illinois. Good ride but seriously cold at night time. Once I made it to Chicago I waited all night and caught the wrong train about 4 in the morning and didn't notice for a while. We were heading to Cleveland were in at now.

It's been super cold during the nights and almost impossible to sleep with a $20 sleeping bag at night. Once I get my winter gear I'm heading northeast towards Portland, Maine because why not? I've never been and always wanted to go there. It's going to a slower trip because it's all-new land for me up there. As for the weather there, it gets very cold and can be deadly.

The gear I use for winter is pretty good. I use a backpack from Amazon that holds up good. My sleeping bag, garbage doesn't keep you warm at all. I carry a 4 peace bivvy sack that I put my sleeping bag inside of and that does pretty good. I carry coveralls, long johns, socks, thick button-up shirt, hoodie, and jacket. I carry an emergency blanket, hand warmers, gloves, thick tubogin and bandana to covet the face. I carry other things like a flashlight, tarp, rope, lighters, and markers. I carry more things but not worth listing.

Now I can't stress enough this lifestyle is dangerous and lonely and will take a toll on your mind, body, and soul. It's very dangerous to ride freight trains when you don't know what you're doing. I've had two friends die from riding the rails and they were seasoned riders. Most of the time it's waiting, walking, and more waiting. This gets old quick and that's where beer and drugs play a role.

Sorry for rambling on about nonsense I guess tomorrow night ill do another one about other things that have happened or information about me while on the road. I don't care if anyone reads or not this is more me to express my inner self to help fight my demons inside. Sounds stupid but it's fun to tell people about your travels.

Peace out: Hills

yep...write a letter of help to the local MP!!???

yeah right...that's really going to fucking well help me.....yes of course....thats it!!...all i need to do is write a letter and say that we need more funding down here chaps!!....over here!...you know that small shitty place everyone forgets about unless they want some clotted cream and a misinformed holiday as they think the weather will be hot when it will actually piss it down with rain most of the sodding time....yeah, that place....where inbreeding is a fact of life...need more funding down here guys!!......ok!??....cheers guys thanks

SUPER!!

fuck me the UK is a sack of shit hole country up the arse of an elephant.....need to keep up the Yoga it would appear

not even a prescription for wellbutrin, but she agrees that the stupid fat breezeblock twat is a fat useless fucktard and should not have said what she said after having been referred by her....my doctor....who says that 100% i'm borderline personality and to not do anything is like saying i'm a lost cause.....so i may as well get that fucking gun and shoot a load of fucking innocent bystanders coz i'm a lost cause and there is not enough funding and now i should join fucking parliament when i'm an aggrophobic mess

FUCKKKKKK

purely so i can adequately vocalise the short-comings of the UK Mental Health Service....so doctor what will you do now???

i've written down a few medications that i've looked up and considered potential with...one being 'Wellbutrin' ...another being Lexapro...also Lamictal but that seems more for bipolar and i don't experience long durations of highs and lows....just long durations of lows and lower and downright psychotically angry to the point of calling perfectly nice people CUNTS......and impulsively deciding the extract DMT from Mimosa for a quick fix that does anything but....

so i shall also mention the brief trials of Yoga and the fact that i desperately do not want to be like this....this is NOT a lifestyle choice, this is a living hell and i'm willing to try anything .....within reasonable boudaries of course....such as i am not willing to follow the daft arse suggestions of the breezeblock who tells me to go to group therapy when she herself doesn't fix her own problem of obesity with that very same suggestion....i mean where the fuck is the lead by example where that goes??!!.....its not like i don't know how problem as i've been fat....i lost weight......now i need help with my mental health and that was supposed to be this breezeblocks special field but she fucking sucked at it.

time is ticking away and i have to leave pretty much nowish
....last yield was pretty shit tbh and i dunno what i'm doing wrong....but i'm for sure doing wrong considering doing DMT around the kids....but then i'm only considering starting the process again....got the mimosa powder still so.....and brother is down and my daughter is going out with my brother and my mother to some pretty garden place.....i know , i know....i should be 'getting back to nature'!!! thats what warts on cunt therapist said.....but a far wiser BL folk said try Yoga.....so being aggrophobic n all it'll be Yoga that i role with.

i seriously imagine though i'm gonna be doing the mimosa n lye stuff later......if i started it soon then it might even have had time to freeze.....oh fuck i shouldn't be thinking like this.

i was up at 5am this morning...how about that then....AND its a satuday so no need to be up early....but i did go to bed around 7pm.....i take a melatonin 10mg around 6pm.....i figure that seeing as i don't drink there's not an awful lot going on in the evenings so i'd rather just go to sleep and wake up early....also had a text pff kids dad saying he'd been to the pub and come home and had 2 bottles of wine and was considering openning a 3rd but thought he'd consult his favourite therapist......he's sent this around 11:30pm...of course i'd been asleep....i replied....at 5am....that no doubt he'd have drank that 3rd bottle if its in his house as he's a daft cunt......that woke him up so he called me.....we spoke on the phone for almost 2 hours....and i hadn't had any modafinil or phenibut!!....i'm gonna try and have a couple of days off as tolerance to phenibut builds up quickly.

Also been researching different meds to suggest to my doctor seeing as adderall looks highly unlikely

fuck fuck fuck shit shit shit dull as fucking shit on tits
...tho i have come downstairs and started off on the magic baccy so i thought....hey....the DMT it a'int working but i hear...from what i truely consider now a valuable source with a backstory to back it up.....that YOGA and meditation does work....after all...if used in conjunction with MINDFULLNESS which i do try at times.....even when it hasn't worked coz i've been tripping a bit too much on DMT....but that last yield yesterday....although it did do SOMETHING wasn't an 'off with the DMT fairies' experience....but DMT CAN also be used with meditation.....but i'm just doing it coz it's there...but it doesn't have to mean that i've run into a brick wall this morning...

last night the kids went trick or treating...my son was late home from school and the last thing he did before leaving for school this morning was leave his phone here coz as he said 'oh i forgot this'...and then put his phone down out of his pocket....i mean...should that not have been reversed???...my daughter got back from reading with my mum and pointed out how her brother had forgotten to take his phone to school....so then i said...oh no...he said he had forgotten to leave it....???.....so then when my daughter got back home from school and my sons phone had been ringing...his girlfriend was calling him

shit did i take my modafinil yet?....oh i can do that after my yoga

anyway....yeah kids went trick or treating......my daughter had been so excited to go trick or treating.....the first thing she did when she got home was get me to look for the tights that went with her 'Harley Quinn' outfit.......so when my son rolled in eventually i went a bit nuts and asked why the fuck he'd left his phone here as it seemed all too convenient.....but that no matter what he had to take his sister trick or treating as her outfit was already excitedly put out upstairs

and i'm gonna put down the magic baccy now and get to my Yoga....cos it won't hurt.....and it is damned better piece of advice....with a good backstory....and i'm up early enough.....i'll come back to this

so its now 5:34am....done as much Yoga as my sofa will allow.....will have to make some comfortable room on the floor tomorrow......pondering whether perhaps Trump has BPD as he's imulsive, demonstrates his anger in innappropriate ways, he manipulates....there's clearly something unstable about the man and you just don't know what might be the thing to make him snap and press the nuke button....where is his therapist......thats about it for now.....
Tonight I learned that Meth is called Molly on the street. Is this accurate?
but she didn't 'catch' me in the middle of it....however i did have to dash into my lounge in-front of her to hide the cherryade bottle under a cushion on my sofa.....my tobacco and DMT were spread out on my windowsill in my openned 'tobacco box'.....i mean she literally barged in!!....our back gardens are linked...she lives in the house next door, she owns that house, i rent this one.....i've been renting this house for about 10 years....(this also happenned to be the house Mum rented when she first moved down to Cornwall and i joined her when i returned from Goa....but thats another story in itself and i'm blabbing on about shit again).........

....soooo....yeah...i had shut my back door as the handle on the outside is broken meaning that the back door cannot be openned from the outside when it is closed....this was to prevent a Mum invasion whilst i smoked my DMT.....i had been high as a kite....but not so much off with the fairies....but higher than i thought at the time....i hear a knocking on the back door.....i open it to see Mum armed with a box of clean washing (she does our laundry for us)....i try and just take it off her.....but she states 'i'm coming in!!!'.....FUCK....so i dash to hide what i can in that time.....i mean...she fucking has a good guess i bet what i was up to....ash tray with a part smoked 'joint' to start with....but she doesn't mention anything....she's already said in the past that she'd rather not know....how tf could i justify it anyway when the other week i'm descending on her telling her i'm going to die and here i am doing the same bullshit as i did back then......anyway....she turns a blind eye and continues up-stairs stating that it's her mid-week cleaning visit......so we start on my daughters clothes that are shoved into overspilling boxes under our bed....anyway...long story short...i'm sure the details of every stage of our mini tidy is of little interest even to myself......

.....as we are doing our little bit of team work i realise how mind fucked i am....but it wears off without causing any comment......Mum must know ffs as she also began tidying my kitchen that i had still got a jar with naptha from the extraction....she had ignored that but cleaned away things around it....she said nothing as i pick it up and find a container to pour it into......she's even left that jug with water to 'soak' obviously as she is unsure of the contents.....she starts to tell me about some lady she heard speaking on the Jeremy Vine show...???.....apparently this lady was talking about how she had felt aggrophobic and Mum thought of me......

so...yeah....that caught me off guard....now back to that spliff that i'm about to light up now Mum has gone...she's walking to tesco, asked if i wanted to go.....no thanks i say...hope she hasn't gone yet as its starting to tip it down....i'll leave this for now and maybe update it later...or maybe i won't....i'll just carry the fuck on, the DMT seems not to have the same effect as the firsst time but perhaps thats a good thing.....i only have one rizla left and a whole stack of tobacco with DMT that appears to have dissapeared into the tobacco itself making it indistinguishable from what is what....so i'll just roll that last rizla i have.....ah i found a pack of small rizlas....good fucking thing too as you really can't see what is what and i'm smoking it now with the cheryade bottle to hold the smoke....and i'm thinking this is a bit fucking silly really.......when it goes out i'll just leave it in the ashtray i think.....its out now....i'll leave it in the ashtray for now...and i also realise its brenda ann spencer....not barbara...and i won't give her capital letters because someone who does what she did does not fucking deserve them...let alone a fucking song written about it....how about that for some fucked up back handed compliment.....oh i shot some kids out my window with a gun coz i was fucked up and high...and get this guys...there's a fucking song written about me!!!

how fucked up is that
....well about all 5 minutes or so of it....kids are getting ready for school upstairs and i finally decide to think back to where it could be that someone on here had helpfully posted a link on a thread somewhere.....and fuck me i remembered!!!.....so i click on it and, although i do not start as the lady in the video...on a mat on the floor....i start on my sofa facing my PC.....my son comes downstairs dressed for school....he sees what i am watching and looks at how i'm sitting....although tbh i normally SIT crossed legged on my sofa......unless i'm sitting back on my cushions......but this time i had taken note of the position of the feet......me and my son did the breathing excersises together...although he was standing up....but he felt quite entertained i think at Mum's new morning 'routine'....yes i think i shall make a point of doing this in the mornings when i get up......a good thing to mention to the doctor aswell when i see her on monday.....that the fat fuck therapist wasn't a bit of help....but a stranger on BL reccomended and posted a link for Yoga so i'm giving that a go....my doctor will like that as i can see it working well with her suggestion of 'Mindfullness'......i mean still....wtf with that therapist......even my doctor has never suggested i join self help groups as i have stated in the past that i just dont do 'GROUPS'......ergh no fucking way....too fucking anti-social and don't need to be stuck in some group feeling the 'FIGHT OR FLIGHT' feeling and wondering wtf is fcuking wrong with me as i seem to be the only person who seems to want to get the fuck outta there....no fucking way

so yeah....dentist yesterday...very concerned about my teeth....had to bring a buddy in to take a look....they want me to go get an X-Ray.....they given me a number to call....like fuck i'm gonna call it.......they diagnosed it down to acid reflux....i wonder whether it was partly down to consuming colemans lye mimosa extraction crystals by mouth....so kids....don't try that by mouth.....eats your fucking teeth....

Saw my 'friend' Andy in Iceland.....Andy is my only friend in Cornwall....well the only 'friend' i've actually and would still actually enjoy socialising with.....i've known him for 15 years....he lives opposite me but the last time i 'bumped' into him whilst out was about 2 years ago.....i tried texting him about a year ago to arrange to meet up for a drink but it never happenned.....i told him yesterday that 'i'm fucking mental....my doctor has diagnosed me with borderline personality disorder'.....now Andy has first hand experience of my 'behaviours' and when we first met we got really close.....he gave me a real human skull that i gave to my best mate AJ who gave me 100 di-hydrocodeine for it.....he wasn't the 'owner' of it as that would be a big fucking red flag....meeting a random guy and hanging out with him and one day he shows you his human skull collection.....no it was not like that at all.....Andy is a bit of a drifter.....a bit of a 'whereever i lay my hat thats my home' kinda guy....at the time that i met him and began spending time with him he was staying in a large room that he rented off his 'weirdo travelling type landlord'.....along the lines of his description of his landlord at that time.....i had not met his landlord....but i did once hear a near heated exchange between the 2 as Andy discussed his late paid rent with his landlord who stood outside his door ....i was inside Andy's room so he was outta sight to me.....anyway....long drawn out irrelevant crap here....wtf....

.......so....anyway.....when Andy mentionned his landlord to me....i had already noticed that to get to Andy's 'room' he had to let himself into what looked like a dis-used bric-a-brac shop....then we'd go upstairs and Andy had a key for his 'room'.....Andy told me his landlord was a bit of a weirdo who collects weird shit from his travels and even had 'an elephants foot'....and 'a real human shull'.....well THAT was something that pricked my ears...(this is many many years ago)....but that dark, morbid curiousity took over and i said something like 'fucking hell!!!...wow!! a real human shull!!!....my mate would fucking piss herself if i could get one of those for her!!!'......so he dissappeared downstairs to the pile of crap bric-a-brac.....and then re-appeared with his hands behind his back....i just assumed he was em[pty handed (and possibly full of shit...i mean....who has a real human skull)....he says..'you didn't get this from me'.....and passes me....yes you guessed it.....A REAL HUMAN SKULL!!!

....i looked at it in awe and felt a bit sick to think that this means that i'm holding part of a real dead person......and who the fuck was this dead person???....how did they die??.....the bottom jaw was missing...but there were still teeth in the upper jaw area....there was a big like dent or crack i think round the back area of the skull....the skull also seemed rather on the smallish side.......i did give the skull to my friend AJ on my last trip to Goa as she lived in Surrey...near Gatwick Airport (near where i used to live) so i took it up to her....i've not seen her now in donkeys years....she got married....it was on 'FOUR weddings'.....a tv reality show....she now lives even further away from me...but we are FB friends and when i last messaged her and remarked on the skull she told me its on her bedside table....it is the last thing she looks at before going to sleep...and the first thing she see's when she wakes up.

......many years later....after having my son and going through a court battle with his father for residency (which was granted to me in the end).....our son....during the whole courts proceedings would spend 2 weeks at his dads and 2 weeks with me in cornwall......in the evenings i would sit outside this bar with a glass of wine, he would wander around quite happily amusing himself.....opposite was a store-front with hanging labels...loads of them...on these labels were nice little inscriptions.....my son seemed quite taken with the store front......then i'd see this guy with a pony-tail looking purposefully at the store-front....he then walked past me and said 'hello'....i said 'hello'....he came and sat with me...his name was 'Adam' and he was in his 30's.....he owned the shop...though it wasn't open.....and d'ya know i can't even remember what we fucking talked about....but for some reason he made me think of Andy who i had been texting since being back in Cornwall but who had not been returning my texts......so i tell Adam how he reminds me a bit of my friend Andy....i tell him about the human skull story and the landlord who owned it......Adam didn't find my story as amusing as one might expect......he asks me what happenned to the skull....i told him that i gave it to my friend in Surrey.......he's quiet for a moment....then he explains that the 'weird travelling landlord' i had talked about....well....that's him.....what are the fucking chances!!!.....so ...i mean this should really be waving red flags....not be making me think...wow what an awesome coincidence!!...i excitedly text Andy about running into Adam the skull owner......now...as i said...Andy hadn't responded to many many texts i had been sending him....but this one he called me straight back....(Adam was buying us drinks)......he warned me that in no uncertain terms rent anything off Adam......Adam had many properties of all shapes and sizes all about Redruth and Falmouth and said he owned a Thai restaurant in Falmouth....Andy warned he's dodgy as fuck.......i didn't heed Andy's warning and Adam began inviting me on little days out (when my son was up with his dad)......but they were dull as fuck days out where we went to some boat yard in some secluded out in the middle of nowhere spot and he showed me bats in an abandoned building......i look back at these days out and wonder the motives...if any...as....this guy had fuck all to talk about....he'd slag women off calling them squirrels...i always had to be drunk in his company to try and find something to talk about and conversation seemed very lacking and tense...it wasn't the free flowing 'spit-balling' i would have with Andy.....i also once asked him about the skull...he said it had been a vietnamese lady...or thai...something like that....but no further than that.....i often wonder how he got that skull...

...i used to see him about Redruth and would pretend i hadn't...at times that seemed to work...other times he'd stop me and talk.....he looks old as fuck now.....he has walking aids.....he's aged fast.....maybe he is a serial killer....maybe he was....i mean....how the fuck did he get that skull...or know who it belonged to....why didn't i ask myself this at the time???......just as well i always felt there to be something very OFF with him........
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