I’ve never really imagined myself to be where I am today quite honestly; I don’t think any properly raised child in America should have any desire to willingly engage in “illegal” activities. You have to consider that as you grow older however that you learn that life is never so black and white as the horrifyingly specific context of the federal American penal codes. Cutting the foreplay, today we are going to be talking about acid, and my personal journeys with the drug and a bit of background on what brought me to become what I call an acid-bug. It began I suppose as a curiosity if you will. Growing up I had always smelled a skunky odor about particular family homes, naturally being the naive, sheltered catholic school boy, I never really gave it a second thought, until an opportunity presented itself! For one reason or another, there was a zip-locked bag of marijuana laced confectionery which was left unguarded in a fridge of one such home. Having full knowledge of the mind altering properties of the brownies, an eleven year old Stanley decided to try something new. What ensued was a three day stint: locked in a varying state of what one would consider “normal” and what I would personally call “enlightened”. After this experience, I found my mind open to new possibilities. I began to research Marijuana later that summer, and the deeper I dug, the more I began to ask myself: “Is this how we are supposed to live?” The idea that a plant could become illegal as a direct result of the greed of the Establishment just got the gears turning so to speak, and I started to dig deeper into the reality of marijuana (proper name cannabis) and learned that Cannabis Sativa has “psychedelic” properties. By the time I was 15 I believe I was immersed somewhat deeply in the “stoner” culture of California’s central valley; as such, the summer of 2014 was the first time I ever tried mushrooms. The experience was physically similar to the 3 day journey that I had back in 2012, mentally and psychologically however, holy shit! The only way I can describe it is as if everything became simple, new, and had a completely new meaning at the same time. I learned how to read vibrations and to a certain degree the energies of other people and the environment around me. After much experimentation with mushrooms in varying environments and even in crowded public areas; I was very strongly opinionated against the Establishment and social norms at large. The prevalent energy of unrest brought on by the second term of the Obama Administration made me sick to my stomach, watching how the American people were being torn apart and forced against each other by mass media disinformation. It was the summer of 2015 when my brother and a few of his friends had informed me that they had developed the necessary connections to acquire blotter tabs of pure, lab tested LSD courtesy of the bustling black market on the illusive darknet or deepweb. I jumped at the opportunity to snag a blotter for myself. Only ten dollars and I had it in my hand, packaged in one of those smaller than a dime bag dime bags. One hundred? One hundred fifty mics? Whatever the dose, it was most magnificent. I placed the tab under my tongue around noon in my brother’s car on the ride towards our friends apartment complex. I was told to keep it under my tongue and remove it after I began to feel the effects. Naturally, being the type of person I am I have taken to swallowing the blotter as I feel the acid begin to creep into effect. Walking up the stairs from the car to my friend’s second story apartment was normal, however slowly I began to slowly find my thoughts becoming more abstract. I had informed my company that I was on the brink of an acid trip, and as such they were calm and making an effort to keep the environment as relaxed and non-congested as possible. This did not help in explaining what I was going through in anything that they would be able to fathom. The weight of the universe was physically CRUSHING me by two hours into the trip, despite all of the marijuana being passed around I reasoned that there was too much resonating energy from the individuals around me. I found it reasonable to go across the hall to my apartment and try to lie down until the trip mellowed out. Sitting on the floor mat in my flat white room my mind began to wonder. I began to realize that the only way to truly inform people of the atrocities that were being committed by a tyrannical government was to actually hit the streets, begin networking and spread awareness about the coming revelations. I came to the conclusion that the mainstream media as well as all aspects of life are social constructs designed to keep us compliant and become indoctrinated. The idea that only a handful of corporations control ALL of the television networks in America, madness I tell you. I suppose the threat of acid, and any other drug that can change your state of mind is not the fear of one harming them self; it is the fear that that person may become enlightened to the point of seeing through the charade, and that is where I am left today. Trying to find enough like minded individuals with enough dedication to try to find a way to wake up the other ninety nine percent. However fruitless my attempts have been, I will continue to persevere the truth, and share the facts with the masses. If I can change a few opinions, and save a few lives, then it doesn’t matter how deep of a hole I dig with these words. The truth can spread like wildfire, and with that I may claw my way to the top, victorious in my mission to bring people to see that there is more to life than you have been raised to believe.
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