Riffin' On Ruffs On Regarding the Righteousness of Rick-Rolling Them Tripssss

Those of us who’ve flirted academically in a very serious manner with the whole the consumption of psychedelics leading to an instant and spontaneous increase in intelligence thing (an investigation often inspired by the sheer magnanimous qualityof lectures delivered by the likes of men such as Terence McKenna) have often come to realize that not only is it true, it’s a phenomena that parallels Biblical notions of clairvoyant channeling of Source, such as on the Pentecost when the Apostles were gifted with the gift of tongues [whether you construe that to mean fits of ecstatic utterance or the sudden spontaneous mastery of pre-existing cultural traditions/religions because you are so representing the will of the very Creator God responsible for their Earthly existence…it’s one in the same]. Which is…humbling. It’s odd, incredibly so, and a bit jarring.

I’ve studied and practiced Oriental spirituality deeply…both Hinduism and Buddhism. I’ve had visions of the utter equity across lives that is somehow provided by universe in the midst of meaningful differences; I’ve seen through and through quite clearly how some paths are unacceptable, but how even these lead to the singular destination that all paths lead to. And so it’s absurd to me to find the nuclear football is across campus, a surplus stash in some sophomore’s dorm room (shouldn’t he have an apartment by now?).

That the singular anomaly… the quick induction…the singular “I want to experience something identical to what the apostles did on the Pentecost, so I’m going to consume this thing that could be purchased in my locality’s black market…” is a thing at all… is odd. Don’t get me wrong, culturally even though the very frameworks of psychedelic culture (which is intentionally on the fringes of society, and must be sought out intentionally by the few inspired to do as much) know that this is what psychedelics are, that it was pretty dubious to ever throw them out there as if they were recreational substances, or at least to label them as much, the people do not know that this is what psychedelics are.

I didn’t. This is my story, actually, weirdly enough.

The mechanism that underlies the sudden increase in capacity is all-pervasive. The only accurate explanation is the single utterance, “…uh…God”, but in terms of practical takeaways, it’s righteous living…some sort of spontaneous shift in ideological posturing/worldview that was made capable by the substance and for some reason isn’t all that easy to do with will power and effective action across days while sober; this thing is like dynamite, but its blasts are precise and escape the utter comprehension of the consuming agent for years; these things were built to go miles and miles, these trips.

More than anything else, it’s the continued explorations of psychedelics rationally, post-consumption…the dwelling upon what was experienced, that ends up being the fruitful phase; if people simply stop consuming them they experience that “thing” where people say “and eventually the afterglow just…went away…”. And they largely return to themselves feeling enriched for their experience, as a sort of one-off thing, even if it was yearsss of their lives.

It’s those who keep engaging the ritual with the tools of analysis as if to continue the ritual who never really leave. Hilariously, these characters are described as if in a “perma-trip” despite also being bastions of utter functionality, if not excelled ability across the board…a noticeable increased capacity for intelligence…it’s sometimes alluded to as “spaciousness”… hoodoo voodoo even…it’s a bit witchy. Most of them are bastions of utter sobriety; some are hobgoblins that adore hashish. These characters become synonymous with the substances, and construed, even, post-death, as having become the very spirit of the psychedelics…

That this is how it is seems to prove the inherently enlightening nature of psychedelics (moreso even than other substances). It also seems to insist that somehow these things are strongly aligned with a specific ideological system in a way that is utterly alien to consumables… that post-consumption they still can reward engagement of that ideological system and its propagation when the psychedelic substances themselves supposedly left the body years and years ago is an utter mystery, and that they seem to turn off as a thing when that ideological system isn’t intentionally engaged…is very weird. It’s like they are entirely of the Boddhisatva vehicle… and you can opt in and use the forms for the benefit of all living beings, or you can just sorta live life any other way, and maybe it will be described as more normal, but really it’s not.

I suspect that the various conventions of the entheogenic substances are actual physical forms of the Supersoul that can be used in a material way to enrich the prospects of pervasive enlightenment/the cessation of suffering in the world. They are like parallel universes and the substances the gatekeepers between worlds, but there comes a day where enough wisdom is accrued in such a manner that the boundaries between worlds is recognized pervasively as having always been a delusion, and simply ceases to be.

That’s always been the endgame in some fashion with the consumption of psychedelics/the practice of spirituality/religion.

The problem is is that it’s 2023, on paper the religions have always been perfect, I grew up in a deeply religious context, and they didn’t teach me sh*t. I learned everything largely by hanging out with the Grateful Dead.

What do you think a trip is made out of?