The first time I took a drug was in the summer before I left for college. Like most newcomers, my introduction was weed. I was told by people not to expect much the first time, as most feel the full effect on their second or third round. Luckily, my “drug friends” knew this and so deftly sidestepped the delay by supplying me with arguably the most effective method to smoke weed: the gravity bong. Unbeknownst to me at the time, my lungs were moments away from suffocation by a Gatorade bottle’s - worth of headie smoke. I was excited. I was scared. But most of all, I could finally answer my wonder of the culture and effects behind weed. Thankfully, this wonder - more or less a forbidden wonder to society and family - overshadowed my fear and timidity towards marijuana’s mystery. So, with courage in tow, I grasped the bottle, wrapped my mouth around the lid, lit the weed, awaited the swarm of smoke, and delved the bottle into water and my mind into consciousness. That night I ended up high as shit.
The classic effect of weed hit me as I began to walk: the lights brightened, sounds changed volume and seemed like close echoes, anything spoken was instantly funny, and the idea of music or food was the highest good. My whole body felt suspended and weightless, lifted by a physical buzzing throughout my body and even inside my mouth. This feeling was amazing, prompting unfettered laughter and slight psychedelic images of the Rolling Stones tongue every time I chuckled. From here forth, I knew I was addicted.
I smoked a lot that summer. Mostly my high never got close to that first night, as the mixture of novelty and a gravity bong is something hard to top. Nevertheless, my mind always felt fresh and pure - never dull and retarded as portrayed by society and family. I was beginning to reconcile with myself and my mind, realizing why I loved to smoke. It was my way of reaching a new consciousness that was locked away for so long. Weed had always been imbued with the bliss and harmony I sought.
As you can tell by now, I never was fully interested by the emotional aspects of weed (laughter, hunger, rapture). These effects are undeniably attractive, but the lure of original consciousness and free thought rapped my attention. I began to research weed actively, discovering its power over the mind. But, more importantly, I unearthed the truth behind other, infamous drugs such as shrooms, LSD, and DMT most notably. These psychedelics could unlock the deeper doors of perception. The path to liberated consciousness was slowly being paved.
Akin to my introduction to drugs and perception, this blog attends to thoughts and actions considered immoral or dangerous. Either through drugs, meditation, reflection, or another form of higher-consciousness incubator, I embark to find reason and faith. Along the way I will incorporate philosophy, societal values, and free thought into my blogs.
People have told me that the realizations from drugs I have - or will - do are all in my head. But does this make it any less real? Questions like this will be the focus and locus of my blogging, all in regards to finding myself. Enjoy.
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