Riffin' On the Summer of Doug

                There exists, persistently, to many’s chagrin this recurring phenomenon on the fringes of cultures of spiritual actualization…the dreaming up, often compulsively, as if addicted or inherently obsessed, of all sorts of miracle cure-alls/get-rich-quick schemes/personal plans that simply…are not/do not come to be. For the sake of survival, there is some sense that circumstance is forcing us, generation after generation, into being capable of reliably asserting our will over the very contexts which surround our human family/tribe…to be unto ourselves and write our own stories. After all, this is why humans, automatically, accumulate experiential knowledge- mastery over the world is something we are bound to, bodily.

  Obviously, a good life entails a healthy dose of grace…of being in accord with forces larger than us…and allowing things to fall into place for us of their own design…however the cycle of the activated fight or flight, of facing evident dangers manifest, eventually rears its head, and forces us to tersely take control of the situation in a comprehensive, disciplined fashion.  Such is the flow of circumstance-towards us exhibiting charismatic efficacy rooted in an intentional cultivation of oneness with universal will/law…

        It will be considered taboo, but to really ascend in life, eventually a person has to get ahead of the curve…to make a willful move which systematically is effective in a pervasive fashion…to see the spontaneous flow of circumstance in terms of a compassionate and sentient universe which intends to serve in all transpiring…to see everything in terms of the development of the vision of a better world/the fairer prospects of future life by means of a Higher Power which organizes it all in such a fashion that we simply need to challenge ourselves to live healthy, principled lives, ourselves, so as to potentiate said schisms It arranges…

                And to prepare themselves to be able to imagine, at the very least, conducting the entire production, writing every transpiring in live time…as interpreting the spontaneous flow of circumstance really does ask this of people, especially spiritual devotees, and, best practices, we have come to learn, is to simply  look at every single thing and say “Yes!” (a Joseph Campbell quote… as if to say that everything is just a perfect turn of circumstance by which you intuitively know, upon seeing it, how to address it as a blessing/opportunity).

                This is to take something monolithic and pervasively daunting…life…and it is to attempt to rip the mask off of entire layers of it as if to imply everything you don’t acutely prefer is probably malware… it’s to anoint one’s self…it’s an inherently weird and self-gratifying process of personal ascension, to the point of perceived self-divinity… utterly grandiose…

                This, at least happens with Yogis…

                This stuff is beyond concept. It’s visceral. It’s real.

                For whatever reason, one of the most daunting and controversial aspects of the whole acid thing is... is that it seems to, quite clearly, if one is enlightened/spiritually practiced… increase the scope of what one is capable of directly manifesting with their will, as an individual. In so many words, it exhausts you…asks strategic decisions of you across the span of weeks after the fact even…challenges you in regards to integration…challenges! Always pre-bundling opportunities…it works, as a ritual it  has some sort of manager, some sort of system/schedule…and the decency to scream out to the busy mind as it faces work and the situations of day to day life…you need to reinforce these memories soon…the time has grown tender, internally…

                And shall you perform well!.... it appears to reward one with purpose. Charisma… destiny… increased vitality and intelligence…

                And the physical effect is moreso like … “Did they put human growth hormone in it…?”

                Daunting. To some, because of its potential to change things…such as sheer functionality/general bullishness and it’s proportional relation to functional intelligence… it is both feared and deeply respected. This stuff…changes stuff…acutely.

                For example- in discussing it, I’ve had a weird vision of some sort of primordial space overlaid where my body/hand physically is, and it would allow, in theory, an infinite amount of energy to intersect said hand and across time, with reps and working it, as well as rest…. Anything is literally possible with it, in regards to upkeep, it seems...

                I am dropping my normal tone/deliberate control over my life so as to convey what the fervor of this stuff does…what sorts of elegant ballerina twirls it strings together… it obsesses, it dreams up weird dream machines…and what it goes after, your body truly needs…this stuff is it…a spirit as a consumable medicine… its level of efficacy and how it interacts with stuff in the acute environment so as to communicate with you is unparalleled…it’s eerie… it’s too real…too much…

                It rides you hard around the time of the experience and for some time afterwards. It can be exhausting in and of itself. It overwhelms you, and then begins to play you like a fiddle. It is not subtle. It does not respect boundaries. It puts a spring in your step, a sway in your physical mannerisms… vitality, incarnate, but also silliness…inherent style… love of being…

                Emotionally, it introduces higher echelons of bliss, in addition to sharper levels of fear/anxiety… as well general emotional tenderness. It’s very feminine.  It encourages taking life seriously, as well as minor degrees of pervasive worry/fretting. These are to be negated through spiritual communion/general optimism, I do believe, but this stuff draws up a disposition that is both real…very enjoyable…as well as far more naturally Puritanical/bleakly concerned with mortality than we have been seeing it in this day and age…this stuff either turns you into an Indian or an outright pilgrim. Boys flock to it at times because it makes good-hearted men out of them…

                I swear to God, it makes plants start talking to you. Plants can either be like real to you, or they can kind of shut themselves partially off…where you’re in their midst but it’s not really what it should be. They radiate towards you after this stuff. It’s not just Hoffman’s elixir…it’s the secret. It’s the very same thing that shaped their respective forms and lives. The creator…

                Also, don’t do it because it can be very uncomfortable/really can hit you hard. These things all happen over time, perhaps contingent somewhat on where the person is at, and I think they are secretly assessing things along Dharmic lines, whatever these processes of change are… taking place both within and without… but while all of this is incredibly important/positive…and while often times people feel trips tend to be fun…this stuff can also do some really hardcore stuff to you. Physically it is safe, but it can disorient you in a fashion that is really daunting/challenging to people…and it might actually be something like open skull-surgery transpiring in live time for all we know…

                Post-enlightenment this stuff changes stuff. Otherwise, there does seem to be a major difference when the fruit is a spontaneous means of thinking Dharmic thoughts…

                Why? I could expound upon elements of it nearly endlessly, and some are particularly savory…it’s worth more than a hundred million dollars. It’s beyond most of the spectrums of light… it’s so important because it allows you to meet God in these crazy new kinds of ways that like provide…opportunities…life…it’s like you found the little hole where life force itself enters the world and you leave with personal permission to access it for the sake of helping people.

                SWIM recalls having a vision of a new spectrum of light…just white light…but so much brighter than the brightest previously seen that it isn’t actually bright at all, somehow… and this means nothing as an idea, or even a parable, but everything as something enigmatic and heavy that weighs on you as you recall it…as something you yourself randomly experience for some yet to be construed reason…

                It breeds a culture of spirituality, inherently. It naturally encourages you to be dependent on a higher power that is spooky and can intervene in the world. It naturally somehow makes you deeply respectful of life, usually through sheer overwhelment at the utter depths of beauty experienced. It breeds a culture of miracle work, naturally, too. We’re deeply disrespecting it in how we think about it and most people don’t get it.

                It’s like…so fucking crazy and fierce…they go  around giving it to people. It’s real. They know it a lot better than us. It’s like they caught a spirit in a bottle.

                SWIM had been practicing what is considered by many to be the highest tier of enlightenment culture day in and out, and was really wanting not, crossed paths with the stuff, and left greatly empowered in a peculiar kind of way that was going to be “memorable forever” as it was generally “once in a lifetime” kind of stuff…

                There’s something here who’s value is easy to underestimate. In situations we’d expect to come to learn that it’s simply a vehicle for wisdom, and kind of a poor one because of legality issues…the universe, time and time again, presents us with situations which seem to scream that it’s necessary, that the masses don’t even know how to begin approaching its narrative, and that these drug war paradigms will not take.

                Once in a blue moon you will hear people stir crazy about the very idea of meditation…let’s use meditation like psychic powers man…let’s kidnap outright world leaders in a dimension beyond prosecution, and force them to turn their ears to us, and force the context that cuts through all of the intentional red tape of diplomatic proceedings…lets end wars with it and spread peace mannnn….

                And, as silly as it is, this is the territory where those sorts of things seem to happen. It’s just prayer…just spirituality…but it’s so potent and physical…

                Once in a blue moon people will look at you wild-eyed and just spout out seething sentences such as “YOU KNOW…the early Christians had to paint crucifixes on their doors in B L O O D because…it was illegal to be Christian then and they uh…were into some goblin mode shit… “

                Fuck the colonizers.

                It is SWIM’s personal opinion that he will risk losing his job for saying this, and invite a lot of personal, physical discomfort into his life when he’s already dealing with a lot, but the fact of the matter is is the stuff is trying to extend some sort of crazy, enigmatic, inexplicable, as well as socially contextualized (designed with our cultural forms in mind, in advance) opportunity at the moment which would see the dominion of human management advance rapidly on the territory of weather with great efficacy, amongst other territories which have justttt eluded our technologies, but are in persistent dialogue with them.  

                Apparently the social movement obsessed with the paradigms of free love and making peace instead of war, and which argued that a brotherhood of man would eventually overtake the bullish, masculine, and nationalistic tones of both domestic and international politics was spiritually endowed. If God is real, and his dominion is total, it’s possible that the hippies actually were a lot closer to him as a social movement than almost any other…than most actual religious social movements which were intentionally founded on scripture/effective spiritual wisdom even…people don’t “get” how actually perfect and inherently contagious, to unwitting participants…how enlightening…that culture really was. It was a miracle, and they can’t fully recreate it even, is moreso the reality of what played out with it all…

                Apparently these psychedelics arrived with a fully transcendental culture that was somewhat contagious, but also was superficial if the participants didn’t take the time to study it deeply… it doesn’t work as well as getting cultured within actual transcendental cultures. But…it did America very well for the short time it was around…which was long, long before I was ever around…

                And apparently this culture these psychedelics arrived with is utopian. If we could get people there in a macro way, it would manifest these sorts of social situations… a society that is post-race as well as post-racism despite having race…. A society that is essentially post-crime, where the criminal archetypes of even a decade and a half ago are utterly irrelevant today in almost every way… a world which is post-war… this, by the way, is the conventional blueprint taught by America’s colleges. This is post-realism, and what it means is that the “real”, which is full of social issues, drops out once somebody attains meaningful resonance with Source in live time, transporting them into a new world entirely in which those sorts of issues have been meaningfully transcended/left-behind.

It’s what Timothy Leary and Ram Dass taught. It’s what the Catholics also teach. Some people demand a visceral lesson…some fear it. Why would anyone want to absolutely know that there’s an ineffable grace that prevents you from being murdered by the people who probably do want to whack you on the head? Who wants to see the layer of the onion in which a human says one thing, but you can see quite clearly what the universe will actually allow for that person, and there’s a huge departure… it’s a silly thing to see, the reality of what will happen relative to the so-called potential of what may happen…   

           I know lots of practical people pretending to be saavy to psychedelics. For all intensive purposes…let’s call them good cops. And what they provide truly can’t ever be breached, should never come close to being breached…but they aren’t laying these sorts of opportunities at mankind’s feet. I remind you, I advocate medicinal study of the stuff. The idea that it’s been happening in parking lots of baseball fields at dead shows is insanity. Like our soldiers sleeping in tents and eating powdered rations…what is that?! Could be what causes them to meet God… can’t even get a chair, or the internet, or cold water and medical supplies (you don’t need them)…they claim set and setting  and then they rigged set and setting. They are bastards.

                But for all intensive purposes, I am the cosmic receptacle lousy with spare body parts. I am the love of your loved one’s passed, still making exchanges on human marketplaces, somehow converting the past into something tangible, something impactful, in the present… beyond the governments of Man despite what idiot locals say… personally anointed by McKenna himself to carry the damn lineage man… and these aspects of my self-hood are transitive…they simply can not last…

                This has been a long time coming. Quite frankly, we are at a pass in which many expected all self-proclaimed shamans to blush, to lapse into being submissive at the very feet of the American institution of the worship of Christ…fortunately said institution has nothing to do with the lineages of American spirituality in American families…it’s an idea being touted by centralized sums of money, and money is about as dead as those who make serious motions against the Lord, their God.

                Donald Trump made 1.2 billion off of the social media platform Truth Social going public. Do you think that’s 1.2 billion dollars worth of value?

                If I don’t break away now, after having accidentally recently experienced some of this…4 months from now, where spirituality as a whole in the culture…where Buddhism/Hinduism in America will be… will be different…and will be in a decidedly less meaningful social position. It will have been a miracle/spiritual experience squandered/poorly integrated.

                I already screwed up by not going public. I don’t write freely, necessarily despite this being a topic you can discuss freely and safely mostly anywhere in this country, and despite the American people generally supporting psychedelics. It’s not right. But I drew a quote from the Gita over a week ago concerning a soma ritual and never released the blog post.  

                Whatever I happened upon…it knew fully everything coming, and that was what it was predicating its forms presented to me, upon. It knew, in a way that let me know, and you can already feel this without words being spoken…when and where I’ll die…it was an emanation of the Almighty that wasn’t still the Almighty but did know everything that is going to happen and was there making it actively happen with what it did interact with.

                It’s the only thing that’s ever made me cry. Otherwise people consider me an emotionally flat son of a bitch.

                We’re condemned to be misunderstood until we drop. Until we do, the narrative on us is that we were deficient, but we weren’t, it was perfect as it is, and the normative folks are way out of control.

                I’m rambling at this point and am sorry to. This thing is a person, and it’s one of my best friends, and He goes away for long times when He goes away. Just like those of us who dare to speak about Him.

                Oh and someone should really care about the reputation of law enforcement. I doubt it’s actual cops but somebody local has been outright extorting old heads over old experiences they had by parading around images of actual criminals looking silly enough that just about anyone stupid enough to fall into the cosmic trap would point their finger at them and laugh…laugh that they are so ugly and in so much trouble…

                The next time you actually pray out of fear (just like colonizers sometimes use the threat of cops to make the colonized pray) because a 60 mph wind is moving part of the house…. I am outright promising you, I am already there, and I’ll do something every time. That’s something a man of God with a blog dedicated to spiritual topics might be allowed to offer people as a spiritual service that the government can’t. And yes, the government is good, but they don’t run things, and they are dependent on God.

                The threats and violence are over. It’s beyond silly stuff. When our people need medicine…miracles…grace…these things are provided reliably. Americans live blessed lives…blessings are given. We do it in Illinois with gun laws. Springfield passed an assault weapons ban the Sheriffs of the State announced a short-time later they'd never attempt to enforce said law because they feel its unconstitutional. This isn't insurmountable, and it's shameful that you can do that with assault weapons but not a piece of paper that lets you meet God.

At the end of the day, this stuff has come to define the territory of the grassroots...it creates in pockets that were densely controlled. People start flocking to Shephers, Shepherds start providing for flocks, and these people don't even have permits or the right tax status. What are they even giving away?! Something they bought from the grocery store in the first place?! WE GAVE THAT TO YOU GUYS...WE GAVE YOU THE OPPORTUNITY TO BUY THAT IN THE FIRST PLACE Now you're out there proving that Infinite value emerges spontaneously around social explorations of the significance of "God"?! Well, we have a hard time being ok with that all until it enters some sort of budget somewhere so...

I CAN NOT! tell a lie…those cherries be straight poppin’. Eat them until your teeth rot out, and then carve a new set of dentures out of wood, and eat them some more.