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Question: does everyone here see a bloke with larger than average muscle and think dickhead straight away...reason I ask, most people that get to know me usually say after a while something like..."hey man you know what your a really nice person, I thought you were just another fuckhead roid muncher"....or something like that

Nope, not at all man :) I used to work out a lot, and was at one point, 'slightly-over-muscled', but my reasons for working out were generally healthy body/healthy mind. I still exercise, mainly strength training now, and I have decreased in muscle mass. But I would rarely judge a person simply because they have large bodies. Physical strength IS intimidating to some people, mainly because a lot of people abuse physical strength; that said, a lot of people don't; if I see a dude with big arms, I'm usually curious about how they work out.

What about tattoos? I've got a few, yet I'm pretty sure people don't associate me with negative things because of them. The main criticism that I will get, based on appearance (and if you consider it critisism I s'pose) is the dirty hippy or junky allusion, or perhaps some sort of satanic association because of my tattoos, music and magickal tastes. However, I really don't care anymore....nice people are always nice, whether dressed in wizards capes or tracksuit pants, fat, thin, tall, small, triangular....and so on!

Uniter, I must say I find your use of the term 'mesomorph' kind of odd....body types, like race, are not chosen, and don't represent anything worth categorising as 'mesomorph'. IMO :)
 
Uniter, I must say I find your use of the term 'mesomorph' kind of odd....body types, like race, are not chosen, and don't represent anything worth categorising as 'mesomorph'. IMO :)

Mesomorph is just a word used to describe those with bodies that have broad shoulders, high muscle mass, and low body fat. It's not a derogatory term.

Ectomorph for the tall, skinny boneracks, Endomorph for the short and more plump. They're just words used to describe body types, nothing more.

And yeah, I categorize a lot. I've seen a lot of people abuse their physical strength but like you said a lot of people don't. Pre-judging before getting to know the person is a bad thing.

I'm very much wired on the left side of my brain. Analyze and categorize, I'm always doing it. It's come in very handy in my work and solving problems, but it also has side effects. Gotsta work on leaving some things out of the analysis/categorization stream.
 
society tends to look at and judge a person by appearance, especially when it comes to tattoos...me thinks this is quite sad
 
I just wanted to say I just smoked a bowl and really got thinking about this pre-judgement categorization stuff and it feels really weird to me.

I think something clicked. Thank you BL :)
 
Hey uniter, I love you dude.

And andreas, love you to man.

swillow, you the shit dude.

I just had an LSA induced AMAZING conversation with some very close friends about psychedelic ideas and revelations. One female friend, haven't known long- but we really click and share similar ideas. But the other friend- my long time best friend who has taken a different life path than I - holy shit I am in awe that we had that conversation.

I think our world can be save everyone, we just need love :)
 
^Love is the law, love under will (Aleister Crowley) <3

I just wanted to say I just smoked a bowl and really got thinking about this pre-judgement categorization stuff and it feels really weird to me.

I think something clicked. Thank you BL :)

For what its worth, I think categories HELP as much as HINDER. It simplifies things; but- human life isn't simple, so categorising can blind one to reality. I think we all do it though, to an extent :) But, its something to work on...
 
Hi All,

Well, this thread seems to have mutated into something quite different from where it started out. I'm fairly new to BlueLight, and I'm still finding the forums that interest me the most. I've posted in a few, and I'm looking to find more, and was attracted to the original intent of this thread. I skimmed parts of it to try and find the direction, but it seems to have evolved into a "Life, the Universe, and Everything" kind of thread. But a couple of pages back, the focus went vegetarian, and without having read all of it by any means, thought I would offer my two cents worth (buckle your seatbelts, folks).

I was vegetarian for 7 years - most of the 1990's. I became one because my new girlfriend at the time (now my ex-wife - funny old world) was one, and I wanted to impress her, I guess. I grew up in South Africa - a very meat and potatoes kind of place, and I was very big on meat - every day - sometimes several times a day. I became, after a time, a very vocal ethical vegetarian, wrote songs about it, helped make anti-meat videos, the kind of stuff that many of us do - maybe in part just to help us 'stay on the wagon'. The short version of this ends with the birth of my first son - his mother started eating fish during her pregnancy - and then meat after the birth, and I somewhat guiltily returned to being an omnivore. However, the experience was wonderful in many ways - I expanded my palette, became a better cook, and understood a lot more than I would have, had I never done it.

Since then, I have thought a lot and listened to others a lot - many of those thoughts were echoed in the messages that I read a few pages back. But a few years ago, I finally realized where I stood on the issue, both in practicing the ethics of my philosophy, but also accepting my omnivorous nature. I think the key to the balance, as I see it, is summed up in those two words that appeared in many of the recent vegetarianesque posts - these words being "Factory Farming".

North America is a totally meat oriented culture. You're not a 'real man' if you don't shovel large bits of cow into your mouth regularly - obesity is par for the course - and the small-minded still believe that being vegetarian means weighing 98 pounds and living on salad. Hand in hand with our gluttonous nature, we have the fear-mongers bewailing the end of mankind owing to the, chemicals, MSG, and sodium (OK - please excuse me while I vehemently rant for a minute - just to be clear we're on the same page).

There is *no such thing* as "low sodium" food! It's *not* sodium, dammit, it's salt! Not potassium chloride (the first barbarism), not Potassium Iodide (the most recent) i.e. table salt - the stuff that you get everywhere, but is not in fact salt - in fact it does not even have either of the two molecules that make up salt. Salt is SODIUM CHLORIDE - not this other crap. But most importantly it is *not* Sodium. My God - are these people crazy??? Sodium - like *real* sodium, - the kind that comes on periodic tables - is a soft volatile metal, that bursts into flame when it comes into contact with water. If there was *any* sodium in *any* food, we'd all be snacking on 3rd degree burns for dessert at every meal. So are we clear? Any questions?? No? Good!

The point I was making before careening off into one of *the* most annoying things about my adoptive continent - is that the fear-mongers cry wolf, and everyone gets *obsessed* with it. Suddenly putting salt - *any* amount of salt on your food is going to give you a heart attack. We can't eat Chinese anymore, because the MSG will kill us. It's rampant paranoia - and everyone just buys straight into it, like a good little television.

So the same scenario plays out with meat. The gluttons and ignorami, insist that we need to eat an entire cow every day, and the naysayers tell us it'll kill us (and that's not including the growth-hormone-brigade).

So here's the dilemma:

On the one hand we have our digestive and gustatory systems telling us that we want meat for dinner - we have the vegetarians and more so the vegans telling us we're murderers, the advertizing machine rooting for our tummies, and our consciences ruining the dinner. Fear-mongers on the right, and animal rights activists right behind them, but for a completely different reason. So we start talking Free Range, to get away from the Factory farming so that our tummies, our doctors, and the media-machine are all singing the same song. But there is not enough free range meat for all - it's too expensive - and for the most part, people don’t really give a shit, other than how they appear in the eyes of the Jones's – assuming the Jones’s aren’t vegetarians, vegans, or cows. Typical North American panic - for all the wrong reasons - with a (temporary) solution being touted by the same people who will come back next year and tell us they were wrong.

The *solution* - is, as it is with pretty much everything in life - especially drugs (See, I managed to get something on-topic in here after all) - *m o d e r a t i o n*.

If we stop being such unbridled pigs, east red meat no more than once a week (which *still* allows us fish a couple of times a week, and chicken once a week, making the majority of the week *still* comprised of dead somethings-that-weren't-grown-in-the-ground), then the need for free-range meat will disappear, along with the factory farms, the absence of growth hormones, the media-monster, panic attacks, heart attacks, and the disconcerted clucking of so many overworked doctors.

We won't have the powers that be forcing us to eat low-sodium substitutes.
(Potassium Chloride).

They can then tell us the truth about a soft combustible metal that is found on the periodic table, but not in the grocery store.
(There *is* no Sodium).

There will be a whole bunch of normal sized, hormone-free, ethically accommodated cows, some of which might live long enough to become grandparents.

There will be an end to world hunger, and those no longer starving, do not need to feel guilty about factory farming.

And I can finally afford to put real salt (Sodium Chloride) on my food - and leave this thread for the subject matter for which it was originally created, happily fulfilled in the comforting knowledge that I will never have to write anything like this again...
 
all threads mutate, man. I'd personally like to see one mutate into a penguin, they're cute as hell. ;)

Chinstrap-Penguins.jpg
 
I want them to live free in the wild.

Here's a psychedelic idea: You know people who have exotic pets that should be in the wild? I do. I had a friend who had a monitor lizard couped up in this little pen in his living room. It was really sad. The poor thing didn't have enough room to move around, was living in his own filth because the lazy owner didn't clean much and it had nowhere to go. It was in prison. It was really sad to see it in that state. There's no quality of life. Let them live where they belong. :)
 
I want them to live free in the wild.

You have no idea... or maybe you do. I have always felt a pull to live in the wild... in the forest specifically. I read a book over the 4th of July weekend called "The Forest People", which is basically field notes about an anthropologist's living with the Pygmies of Africa. It made me feel so nostalgic. Beautiful book.

Living off the land would be very physically demanding, much moreso than our lives today are. Our lifestyles contain so much stress, not physical but mental and emotional. We're conditioned to never be satisfied with the moment, with what we have. To live for the future instead of the present. Which is terribly ironic because the present is all we have, the present is the point of existence. To experience something, anything. It's all beautiful and it's all a worthwhile experience! When I'm in nature I feel at peace (this is why I moved to the mountains). If I lived off the land in the forest, I realize I would in some ways have a harder life. I would certainly have stress, caused by whether or not I would have food and shelter for the day to survive. But those are finite stresses - once you get the food and secure the shelter, they disappear until next time. You can be completely satisfied with experiencing life. But now no matter how hard I try to drop my conditioning, I can't help but feel an aimless sense of anxiety at all times, a nagging feeling that I should be spending my time more wisely, "advancing" my career, stuff like that. A general malaise that, frighteningly, can never be dissipated entirely. When is it enough that I can relax and feel free to engage fully in the moment and savor the experience without it being tainted by this nag? It can never be, because it's undefined.
 
<3 love abounds!!! Man, I kind of want to get a sign and write "free hugs" on it, and go to own. I LOVE hugging people.

At the Rothbury festival there were a bunch of free hug people, it was so cool. There was this one girl in a bikini with 'free hugs' written across her tummy...I reeeaaally wanted to claim one of those free hugs for myself, but I was with my gf, so I just smiled and kept walking LOL. =D
 
in a dream...

We are trying to find a way for those who wish to share with others who have not consumed psychedelics. We are specifically NOT ADVOCATING DRUG USE, we just want people to understand the possibilities and get the messages across without sounding like druggies, someone made the suggestion of using "In a dream I experienced ______" so as not to use "while tripping" or "while meditating." We're trying to find a common ground and outlet for discussion of the beautiful things that we have experienced and learned about.

I think that in general the MAJORITY OF PEOPLE dont consume psychedelics to the extent that we here in PD land do, so we have a minority perspective on life "outside the box" and perhaps we can shed some lite on some of these things to the majority without them dismissing us as "crazy drug freaks" ;) <3

In a dream i experienced intense visuals, very relaxed, great blottera++
 
Living off the land would be very physically demanding, much moreso than our lives today are. Our lifestyles contain so much stress, not physical but mental and emotional. We're conditioned to never be satisfied with the moment, with what we have. To live for the future instead of the present. Which is terribly ironic because the present is all we have, the present is the point of existence. To experience something, anything. It's all beautiful and it's all a worthwhile experience! When I'm in nature I feel at peace (this is why I moved to the mountains). If I lived off the land in the forest, I realize I would in some ways have a harder life. I would certainly have stress, caused by whether or not I would have food and shelter for the day to survive. But those are finite stresses - once you get the food and secure the shelter, they disappear until next time. You can be completely satisfied with experiencing life. But now no matter how hard I try to drop my conditioning, I can't help but feel an aimless sense of anxiety at all times, a nagging feeling that I should be spending my time more wisely, "advancing" my career, stuff like that. A general malaise that, frighteningly, can never be dissipated entirely. When is it enough that I can relax and feel free to engage fully in the moment and savor the experience without it being tainted by this nag? It can never be, because it's undefined.

Hey Xorkoth,

I hear you - I was a city person for a long time. I live on an island now (BC West Coast Canada), and after a while you make the transition, and it's easier to let go. We grow up with all these expectations superimposed on us - largely surrounding material possessions and the accumulation thereof. North America is particularly bad for this kind of programming. But *now* is all there is - the rest is memory and/or imagination. Once I embraced island life, the rest of the world disappeared. I try to take joy in all the moments - a blue sky - tending my vegetable garden - a baby deer crossing the road. And I'm surrounded by all of this life all of the time. The thought of living in a city again is horrific. If you subscribe to the propaganda machine, next thing you know you missed your life, as you were so busy trying to acquire the one that you think you're supposed to have. This year is my first *really* successful vegetable garden - it's only about 90 square metres, but it's a *lot* of work. I've been thinking that in a few years, when my kids leave the nest, that I would like to spend a year or two on a 'desert island' - but a practical version. Take supplies to get me through the first 3 months - but live off the land for everything else - kind of "Robinson Crusoe" - bring supplies - but build everything myself - grow and hunt for food - but actually *really* live - as life was lived since the beginning of time - where the goal for the day is what is needed to survive till tomorrow - not in the sense of being responsible to someone else for a pay cheque - but being responsible to your commitment to the land and nature to provide. No complications beyond immediate existence. Just the self, the earth, and the eternal now.
 
At the Rothbury festival there were a bunch of free hug people, it was so cool. There was this one girl in a bikini with 'free hugs' written across her tummy...I reeeaaally wanted to claim one of those free hugs for myself, but I was with my gf, so I just smiled and kept walking LOL. =D

Roth was great this year, ready to see wsp with the allman bro's..come on october!
 
I can't help but feel an aimless sense of anxiety at all times, a nagging feeling that I should be spending my time more wisely, "advancing" my career, stuff like that. A general malaise that, frighteningly, can never be dissipated entirely. When is it enough that I can relax and feel free to engage fully in the moment and savor the experience without it being tainted by this nag? It can never be, because it's undefined.

Dude, that struck me.

I have the same thing. This overhanging anxiety and guilt of me feeling that I should always be doing more, always work harder. It's always there and we never truly break out of that nag. That nag is what we've been conditioned to feel, what we've been conditioned to live in. Always pushing, always doing and it never gets satisfied. It feels like running on a hamster wheel. It sucks.
 
^i have the same kind of feeling, but for me i think i just want some peace of mind... if that makes sense, its very confusing to me.

ive always thought i would rather live in the wild, in a tribe of some sort. At least there you work for your tribe and everything is done for a good reason, here its everyone doing there own thing and IDK, its just "fucked" up i guess.

sorry if this is confusing to you, but like i said, it confuses the hell out of me.
 
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