Spooky_D
Bluelighter
J.P. Sartre - La Nausée (nausea)
Im more of a Camus fan myself.
J.P. Sartre - La Nausée (nausea)
Congratulations, you are alienated from an egocentric, infantile, delusional society with a deathwish for both itself and the planet on which it spreads like a cancer. Why is this a problem for you again?
No, you're not the same person you were before. That's what makes psychedelics useful, they are catalysts for personal growth and evolution.
You're feeling some shock because the veil has been (partially) removed from your eyes, and likely want things to go back to being safe, comfortable, and orderly like they used to be. Well they aren't. The world is infinitely complex, subtle, bizarre, and groundless. And that's wonderful, because now you can get down to the business of actually living your life instead of suppressing your soul for an industrialized police state for which you are nothing more than grist for the mill.
Maybe you need to find some better goals, that are more fulfilling and true to yourself.
Also if you can find some other psychedelically illuminated people, maybe you won't feel so alienated![]()
hi, first post and all so im not sure if this is the right thread but ive been going through a hell of a fuckin journey this past year and i think im just starting to emerge.
last summer i had my first psychedelic experience on mushrooms. i was instantly in love with the experience. i just wanted more and more. about a month and a half later i tried them again, then about 2 weeks after that.
my third was pretty bad to say the least and i started getting wild paranoia every time i smoked weed. common sense says stop there but i didnt, i was sure i could conquer it, i carried on smoking, id keep getting paranoia but it didnt matter, then i had my first mescaline experience and 2 more mushie trips, after the last one for the year i completely closed up, stopped smoking (thank god), stopped talking to friends, stopped going out but the paranoia never left. i was still getting delusional fantasies about everyones out to get me, people are watching me etc.
then at xmas i had a couple more mesc. trips and after my last one i stopped everything, and instantly became totally new, no more paranoia, started talking to my friends again, got out of the house but after about a month i got very depressed and didnt want to talk and just shut myself up in the house again. about 2 weeks after this i had had enough, bought some weed and some 2c-e. had about 2 months of tripping every 3-4 days, smoking weed all day every day, which culminated in a very bad trip and since i havnt smoked weed and only tripped once after which i threw all my drugs away due to disappointment in myself!
ive been going to see a psychotherapist and meditating and collecting knowledge so to speak, since march. i recently burnt the bridges to all my previous friends because their lives just seemed so attatched to the external, just smoking weed, doing fuck all, and not seeing my way of thinking (i know what your gonna say - i was dumb and arrogant!).
im still having semi-paranoid delusions however more obvious that they are delusions not reality. ive been starting to think i may be bipolar or some other mental illness and its really scaring the shit out of me. im not going back to smoking again but im contemplating one last dance with mescaline just to see where im going and also because i miss the trip.
well thats my story but my question is what happens when it turns out that the journey turns into a nightmare that never seems to culminate in anything. its getting better but there seems to be no structure, im seeing humanity in a different way alright but its either terrifying or overly loving (like so caring that its scaring me)
ive been looking for answers in everything but i have found none and i honestly believe there is no answer. is this situation normal? does anyone have insight as to what path i should find?
p.s. sorry for the essay!
i'd say psychedelics made me kinda lazy, at least in society's eyes. i hate working, i just get ssdi checks and walk around and read and listen to music all day.
keep your mind open, and remember that an open mind listens to everyone. everyone.
In the period that I did acid really (too) often I was kind of non-stop thinking about the plodding world and the lack of consciousness and the abundance of fear and ego-games especially in the cities. It made me sad and feeling like I couldn't participate with it all and it seemed that I was the only one awake, together with only some other people who could really relate to that were willing to delve as deep into stuff as I would.
dude thats what i was thinkin but u put it in smart words
I guess what I'm trying to say is that when have an earnest willingness to change and let the light consume you, there is only love ahead. I feel that if you were to turn your back on the psychedelic experience, you may regain feelings of security, but old problems will begin to resurface and your life will diminish into a clone of the ordinary. I guess there is always a third road, one of devout faith and meditation, a sober man's way to enlightenment.
Be patient.
I must keep reminding myself of this...
I am pretty satisfied with my personal life right now, the biggest issue I am dealing with is my job. I have a professional white collar career and I make good money. I like the people I work with, but the work is killing me. Everyday I wish I had hit this point in my journey while I was still in college, so I could have changed paths. Right now I feel locked into where I am. I have student loans, a car loan, a mortgage, and a wife to support. I feel that I can't just abandon my obligations and walk down another path. My internal turmoil and stress has been wreaking havoc the last couple of weeks.
we are far from exempt of that third road though. if we don't want to fall back, its exactly that road one must embark upon. there are no real shortcuts to enlightenment. we can ask for directions though; and perhaps get a glimpse of what lies ahead, to keep one going (or get one started). im just side-noting, perhaps you already ment to say that.
welcome to bluelight. i already took a liking to you![]()

Personal experiences with psychedelics have been very interesting for me. My first mushroom trip was tormenting and focused on the existential question of solitude; even in the presence of friends and family, no one can truly help you. Two months afterwords I was left with heightened anxiety, paranoia, and feeling I may be schizophrenic. Yet in retrospect, I never really looked at my personal mushroom experience as just an experience, one I can choose to grow from or fervently find ways to escape from reality. I was afraid of any form of mind altering drugs after this point, yet somehow I looked for comfort through the usage of pharmaceutical drugs relating to social anxiety, depression, and lethargy. Ironically, these "new" drugs I believe served no beneficial purpose oncesoever and reinforced my idea that I was imperfect and isolated from life.
Months later, after using mdma occasionally and finding a new compassion for others and life, I reembarked on my psychedelic journey. For the first time, I faced my ego that had been riddled with insecurities, cynicism, and blame for nineteen years. A new power was revealed to me that I was now in charge of my own life. I can choose to manifest my values, or suppress them in bitter anger. Life was a matter of two paths, one of enlightenment and one of the mainstream mechanistic, destructive, and insincere system that surrounds us. Social interactions began to become more open and loving. I was less concerned of my personal image. Social groups seemed absurd, and I saw no reason to ever label others as different or not desirable to get to know. I now see my body as my personal temple, one that should be nourished.
I guess what I'm trying to say is that when have an earnest willingness to change and let the light consume you, there is only love ahead. I feel that if you were to turn your back on the psychedelic experience, you may regain feelings of security, but old problems will begin to resurface and your life will diminish into a clone of the ordinary. I guess there is always a third road, one of devout faith and meditation, a sober man's way to enlightenment.
But I'm not sure what validity I have in my own words. I'm only nineteen and am not experienced with psychedelics. I suppose more extreme trips could flip you into a new frame of mind, one that may be destructive to your own personal path. Yet, increasingly it seems that psychedelics should only be used with a very positive mental perspective. So if you don't feel you are in that set, take a break and come back when you have more faith in yourself. But don't be afraid of alienating yourself from the mainstream. If you ever wish to hold a more interesting, beautiful and creative life, don't fall back to the ordinary. Find a new way to get yourself to enlightenment, never take steps backward.
I think some words by Tool's "The Patient" would be relevant...
If there were no desire to heal
The damaged and broken met along this tedious path Ive chosen here,
I certainly wouldve walked away by now.
I still may. and I still may.
Be patient.
I must keep reminding myself of this...