Opium Den
in Spirituality ·
I’d say my life path was pretty much set by some early experimentation—specifically that first hit of ecstasy about 14 years ago. It felt like my third eye just snapped open, and I knew there was no going back. It was this artificial "push" that I clearly needed to finally see everyone for who they really are—just divine beings.
The changes were massive: I became way more tolerant of people, stopped seeing everything in black and white, and quit judging everyone and everything around me.
Honestly, I feel lucky because I know people who have been "working on themselves" for years and haven't moved the needle an inch.
It hasn't all been sunshine and rainbows, though—I had one pretty terrifying experience. After using some other stuff—poppers—I went through an astral projection where I barely managed to pull myself back. I was 19 at the time, totally clueless, just focused on college and partying. All I knew was that something intense had happened and I'd narrowly escaped something bad. It took a few months before I actually understood what had occurred, once I started reading Lobsang Rampa...
A lot of time has passed since then, but I’ll never forget those two instances...
Nowadays, I worry more about how my kid will navigate this world—and whether they'll feel the urge to experiment like I did. It feels like 10 or 15 years ago, substances were "cleaner"—less dangerous, less cut up, whether they were natural or synthetic. Real MDMA actually existed back then; what they sell as ecstasy now isn't even the same thing.
Anyway, to make a long story short—of course you can live without drugs. They're basically a shortcut, and anyone who’s read Castaneda knows that. But then again, looking back at someone like Timothy Leary, I think, "Thank God I wasn't living in that era." If I had been, I'd probably have a fried brain and a wrecked life by now.
The changes were massive: I became way more tolerant of people, stopped seeing everything in black and white, and quit judging everyone and everything around me.
Honestly, I feel lucky because I know people who have been "working on themselves" for years and haven't moved the needle an inch.
It hasn't all been sunshine and rainbows, though—I had one pretty terrifying experience. After using some other stuff—poppers—I went through an astral projection where I barely managed to pull myself back. I was 19 at the time, totally clueless, just focused on college and partying. All I knew was that something intense had happened and I'd narrowly escaped something bad. It took a few months before I actually understood what had occurred, once I started reading Lobsang Rampa...
A lot of time has passed since then, but I’ll never forget those two instances...
Nowadays, I worry more about how my kid will navigate this world—and whether they'll feel the urge to experiment like I did. It feels like 10 or 15 years ago, substances were "cleaner"—less dangerous, less cut up, whether they were natural or synthetic. Real MDMA actually existed back then; what they sell as ecstasy now isn't even the same thing.
Anyway, to make a long story short—of course you can live without drugs. They're basically a shortcut, and anyone who’s read Castaneda knows that. But then again, looking back at someone like Timothy Leary, I think, "Thank God I wasn't living in that era." If I had been, I'd probably have a fried brain and a wrecked life by now.