@psy997 /
@Cream Gravy? - yeah fair enough, I get that about writing trip reports, I like writing but so many trips I've just left unrecorded, however recently I've had more of an urge to get something concrete down, I feel like it helps me to place the trip in some kind of narrative about my own life, helps me to clarify in natural language some of the ineffability of the experience (whether "real" or just my brain's best effort at recognising a pattern from garbled internal noise)... I also feel like it helps me to moderate my usage somewhat and make sure to actually integrate the lessons so that tripping remains something somewhat spiritual and sacred and not just another form of escapism from the oppressive weight of reality.
Not that tripping has to be this of course, I trip spontaneously more often than not and I have been and still am a big fan of tripping, and indeed, substance use for purely hedonistic reasons - even to deal with difficult emotions, something we're always told is a bad idea and yeah, in some sense, it is bad, but we're in a world where we have a lot of tools before us to manipulate and deal with the landscape of our mind, and if we trust ourselves to use these tools well, then, yeah, although of course we all make errors of judgement sometimes... but for me it's still hard to get away from the culturally imposed judgement of spending days on end in an unproductive haze, unable to really function in the "real world", whatever that means, and despite my shared thoughts just recently about Western obsession with social productivity at all times...
But the more I trip the more I feel I'm being lead down some kind of spiritual road which makes me want to record and share the experience. I think the fact that I so often trip alone might have something to do with this desire also. It somehow makes the realisations and insights gained more concrete, and less like just a bizarre and transient dream... if a tree falls in a forest and no one is around, does it make a sound...?
That's just me though, to each their own. I'm sure more epic psychedelic journeys than any of us can imagine have happened unrecorded - although nothing is ever truly unrecorded, of course, but is encoded forever in the fabric of eternity, and even if just one person has ever truly known it, it will persist forever as a silent echo in eternity, an echo that becomes louder whenever we dive into the inconceivable vastness of the psychedelic ocean, ourselves, and pass through places that transcend our usual understanding of location, space and time - but which we share simultaneously with every psychonaut who has come before us, and all who will come after us in search of the infinite...
