User talk:Jonny v.17/Archive 1

Here is an essay I'm writing which I will never truly complete. It's unend is merely a reflection of it's main theme. For anyone reading - if anyone is to read this - you may feel free to expect all sorts of points to be covered, however I would not advise that you expect any true conclusion to be made except that there are no conclusions, and I would advise that you let my mind wander (that is, stray from the straightforwardness of a Real Essay) in order that I may cast a wide enough net to truly gather my thoughts as best I can.

I'm sure there's plenty of sites on which I can post essays, however this one, with a personalized "Talk" wikipage for each user, seemed most convenient for my cause right now.

It seems we're in an age, These Days, in which the highly intelligent and consequently successful are entirely ignorant as to the possibilities of consciousness expansion and exploration, and those who are entirely in the know either don't know how to express themselves or are ignored and/or even ridiculed, generally categorized as, namely, hippies, burn-outs, eccentrics, lunatics, etc. I'd like to address the subject of psychedelics, what they've done for us, and what they can't do for us. Many times I've seen or heard of people discovering that they are the universe pondering itself, that they are a part of the whole and subsequently are in themselves the whole, realizing (e.g. the idea of microcosm/macrocosm) that everything is made up of itself within making up itself without, put simply. I've experienced this myself many a time, both under the influence of psychedelics, under the influence of other outer substances, and under the influence of the substances my body has created for me. However, now that I know, I only want to do more drugs. One comes to realize eventually that everything with so called meaning is means to an end, and once the end is reached it becomes meaningless. If humanity is one step in evolution on a grander scale, on which the universe moves from pondering itself to completely understanding itself, I see two things happening: either this next step in the evolutionary process is duped by humanities foolish behavior, that is they blow themselves up, or simply grow progressively fatter and stupider in front of the TV, or the universe gains its ultimate understanding, at all costs, and then finds itself with nothing left to do. Or, perhaps the understanding was lost when human beings came around. Plants, fungi, animals, bacteria, archaebacteria, protists, monera, all of these living things, in my observations, have a perfect understanding of what's going on in that they have no understanding whatsoever and no need for it. They go on because they've been going on and they will go on because they're going on now. Being a suicidal drug addict myself, I've done a lot of thinking about the meaningless of it all. It's easy to create meaning by imagining, but could the imagination not be used for countless different things? I won't say better things, let's throw better and worse out the window, but let's look very closely at different. Our imagined meaning almost always has to do with getting something, understanding something, and that's all very well until we understand it all, but will we ever understand it all, and when we do, will the sense of accomplishment be enough? Will the universe eventually evolve into one massive mechanism with a highly sophisticated form of magickal dopamine that carries with it true meaning in its sense of accomplishment and reward?

All this being said, if the reader feels anything has been said at all, I see psychedelics as an excellent introduction to the world of consciousness exploration, but not a proper vessel to truly explore the infinite. They create a false sense of divine realization at which point they become an addictive substance, they become an experience the user wants to repeat and repeat without end. So you've turned up your sensory intake and your understanding of it to a level at which everything outside has come together, but the permutations of what's within, the imagination and the soul, remain a mystery. You begin to create art that's cool to look at on psychedelics, you recycle the ideas of Terence McKenna et al. So here we have dissociatives. The world outside is cut off, and one finds himself in full control of a vessel within, and the landscape is not as easy to understand as the landscape without. This landscape doesn't even seem to follow the laws of nature, of fractalization and such, nor does it defy them as a rule. I see the importance of dissociatives not as the key to anything, but actually as an addictive chemical, using addictive in the sense that any mind-altering chemical can be. Out of all the chemicals I personally have experienced, these are the only ones that can produce an effect that is both mindblowing in its complexity and fathomless in its diversity.

Let's put it in terms of two main groups, the science of reality and the science of imaginary. If the science and reality is perfect then eventually each and every single thing in the universe will become clear to us, and even then it will be meaningless, as scientific fact itself only describes past things observed, and says nothing of absolute truth as to the future or even the present as a whole, or even things in the past that haven't been observed. Conversely, the science of imagination would be the study of every single permutation of every single one, two, three ad infinitum stimuli in the universe and every single possibility as to their/its fate(s). It is a means without an end, it is the Fathomless Frontier, and it is my personal opinion that dissociatives are the best tool known to mankind in exploring it. (I find myself comparing psychedelics and dissociatives often, mainly, more than any other drugs:) I have, of course never had the same experience in any sense of the word twice, as no one has, but I do know with psychedelics all of the effects, themes and conclusions have repeated themselves every single time without fail, both in my experiences and in others' that I've read of or heard of, however in my many trips to the dextroverse (that is, in my experience drinking coughsyrup like a proper misinformed burn-out loser teenager) I've found something novel nearly every time. I'll have to elaborate/extrapolate later on, as I feel like perhaps I'm not getting anywhere, though once again, that's the purpose of writing this in the first place.

Lethal dosage

It is strongly recommended that one use harm reduction practices when using this drug.

Tolerance and addiction potential