When some fucker harshes up your mellow

[Survived Abortion]

I was in the park today for the second time, laying on my back and staring up at the clouds. With 3mg of DOC in my system I was blissing out on an upwards vortex. There were lots of beautiful childeren around, and I could feel their innocence, and resonated with it as I felt myself dissolving in to the Gaian matrix.

And then a long came 3 youths snickering pre-emptively at the hairy fellow laying on his back trying to let go of his ego for one prescious moment of transendence. And as they walked passed they tossed some of the cheap lager out of the can they were swilling from and laughed in self-congratulating approval.

If I don't deal with the negativity right there and then, it will eat in to the rest of my trip like a rancid poison. Last year I would probably have just reached for a benzo, but not so anymore. I can think of three seperate occasions whilst tripping now that I have had to confront a negative cultural/societal issue (however much they may be related to my own personal issues to some magnitude), and I have dealt with them two different ways: -

1: is to try and be a salvationist or zen buddhist and let it all happen, but then try to deal with the poisonous vibes later on in to the trip [This doesn't work and is a horrible idea]

2: is to confront the issue there and then, and bring it to a head and get it purged.

Today, I was about to do the zen guy thing, but I stopped myself and chose the second option. I confronted the three lads and asked them which one chucked beer over me. Because I would have taken the can of beer from him and threw some over him - karma for karma. In this case though, they all adamantly denied any involvement, even though they clearly knew I saw they they looked at me looking at them just after it happened.

Okay, so some throws beer over you. Big deal, right? I mean who cares, shit happens. Well actually, no. Because it's these kind of intentional actions that are just merely brushing at the very surface of a much deeper and more terribly psychopathic problem with human (but particularly western) 'civilization'; that which again extends further in to the far more disturbing realm of the global elite's control of our awareness levels through self-perpetuated hypnosis to generations of ideological slavery and psychological de-volvement. These are things that only those folks who have been waking up to the real crises with the human species for those of us in bog-standard 3D, "Outer-Earth", know, and have known and taught us through symbol and art.

It's a horrible thing when someone forcibly offloads their negative karma on to you and you have to deal with it and transmute it in the most cosmically beneficial way possible. I always feel that I've just got shoved in to a negative karma loop, in which I have to then pass on to the rest of the cosmos in the least harmful way possible such that it gets received by the next fractal incursion of the uiniverse in a much better way. Thus it feels like being immediately burdened in to summoning the very essence of your divine core for the purpose of transmuting those putrid vibrations in to higher ones of celestial love.

So my question to you is: how do you deal with that situation where you are blissing out on your psychedelic of choice, and then someone comes along and forcibly does something that poisons your vibe? I'm interested to hear how others deal with these situations, and if in any specific cases how it turned out.

I'm back to good vibes now, by the way . I had a lovely shower and that always helps

I love you all.

 

[4fOhmeohmy]

Let the good times roll. If I let every douche with a tribal band tattoo and a cheap can of beer in his hand ruin my trip, I'd have nothing good to say about the beautiful substances I have consumed. So I say away with the negativity away with the confrontation. Try being not zen but one. Or maybe I take too many drugs.

 

[Flickering]

Well I was lying on the grass on san pedro reflecting on my life and feeling close to peace. It was all going well and I was drifting into a more and more relaxed state. After about five minutes, I felt something cool on my legs. Rolled up my pants to find five or six big FAT RED leeches suckling off me. Just bright red from blood. I decided to focus on this problem before continuing with the trip, so I went to ask some of the people in the neighbourhood for some salt, confident that I could appear sober if I wanted to. But I killed one leech and had just thought, hah! and they say you can't kill living creatures on mescaline... when another voice spoke up: "You know how good you're feeling now? Wouldn't it be awful if something poured a chemical on you that made every nutrient in your body shrivel out of your pores and turned you inside out? Is it really necessary?" I had to admit that no, it wasn't. So I spent the next twenty minutes finding more leeches in unlikely places such as my chest, all while tripping balls.

The thing was, they were just creatures that needed to eat, like anything. There was no need to have ill will upon them. Like 4fOhmeohmy said, the true power of the substance is to help you let go of things that would otherwise get to you.

Earlier in the trip, before I reached the peak, I was pulled up at the park where I was planning to spend the day, with my car as a home base. Pretty much as soon as it would have become unsafe to drive, a whole bunch of construction workers turned up and started drilling right outside my car. I was really put off. I wanted to enjoy the stereo but it's hard to do that when you feel like you're being watched by a bunch of aggrivatable young guys who'd find the guy tripping in his car weird and possibly worth confronting. In the end, I got out and went for a long walk, and when I came back three hours later, they were finally packing up to leave.

 

[Termino]

S.A., I totally understand the conflicting emotions coursing through you and, quite honestly, I'm not totally sure how I may have reacted. You state the only two reactions that I would have considered. If I had been drunk or amped up, I probably would have considered grabbing the nearest log and beating the living shit out of them. Ahh, but that was not the case... you (I) were in a transcendent state and ostensibly had the capacity to override our base emotions. And I feel that in this particular case, the correct course of action would be to be compassionate about their ignorance and let the whole episode dissolve into non-being. By getting worked up about it, the incident achieved far more prominence and, as you stated, lead to the whole thought chain regarding 'the decline of civilization' & etc.

One cannot control the actions of another, but one can, and should, control their reactions to others. I think this is part of the true nature of karma and is something often overlooked.

I'm 50 years old and I still go to plenty of parties, shows and fests. I've had more than my share of disparaging remarks directed at me over the years, and I'd be a basket case if I let it get to me. Another persons attitude is their (insert favorite word here: problem. karma, suffering, issue, etc.) and I refuse to let their negativity influence me. Oh, I've certainly gotten myself worked up and have been confrontational, but over time I've found that this behaviour only served to ruin my trip far more than the offenders actions. In the grand scheme of things, it has no meaning.