The Dude wrote:Doctor Steuss' story reminds me of the time I smoked weed in a new apartment I'd just moved into. Apparently the fire alarm was hyper-sensitive or something. On top of that, the alarm was linked to a network that made all the alarms go off in the building, and only the fire department could turn it off. So, freshly stoned, I ran out to the sidewalk to intercept the firefighters and tell them it was just me lighting candles and there wasn't really a fire. I hoped they could just shut it off from outside and wouldn't have to come in and smell the pot smoke in my apartment. Nope, they had to come in to shut off the alarm. All my neighbors were outside watching this. So the firefighter started following me to my apartment, but then he checked his monitor and said the apartment I was leading him to wasn't the one that had set off the alarm. It was the guy next door to me -- it turns out he was moving his surf board and accidentally hit the alarm on his ceiling. Doh!
lol. Too funny. I can picture it.
Ah, memories. I should tell you about the time i lit one up before going to work at dunkin donuts - and i was the only one working that night.
nah, it's too embarrassing.
WK: "Joseph Smith asserted that the Book of Mormon peoples were the original inhabitants of the americas"
Will Schryver: "No, he didn’t." 3/19/08
Still waiting for Will to back this up...
Sartre was interested in early hallucinogen research and was impressed when a scientist friend described his own trip as filled with sexy ladies and other sensual delights. Very sexy. Very, very sexy. It was all about the sexy.
So Sartre wanted to try and see what it was like. He arranged to take the drug under controlled conditions in a lab and during the "trip" call Simone de Beauvoir and give her a running commentary. She waits for the call at the Deux Magots and when she answers, Sartre is screaming that lobsters, crabs and sea monsters are after him.
For weeks after he would see a lobster following him. Eventually it faded, although for the rest of his life during moments of stress, the lobster would return.
From the Ernest L. Wilkinson Diaries: "ELW dreams he's spattered w/ grease. Hundreds steal his greasy pants."
Sartre was interested in early hallucinogen research and was impressed when a scientist friend described his own trip as filled with sexy ladies and other sensual delights. Very sexy. Very, very sexy. It was all about the sexy.
So Sartre wanted to try and see what it was like. He arranged to take the drug under controlled conditions in a lab and during the "trip" call Simone de Beauvoir and give her a running commentary. She waits for the call at the Deux Magots and when she answers, Sartre is screaming that lobsters, crabs and sea monsters are after him.
For weeks after he would see a lobster following him. Eventually it faded, although for the rest of his life during moments of stress, the lobster would return.
Sounds kind of like that penguin that follows Adam Sandler around when he's drunk in Billy Madison.
"Whatever appears to be against the Book of Mormon is going to be overturned at some time in the future. So we can be pretty open minded."-charity 3/7/07
I wonder if the penguin was actually based on that, though I guess it could also be standard alkie "pink elephant" iconography.
I have never taken any hallucinogens. I don't know if I ever will. I have, however, used far more potentially dangerous and addictive substances and I will say this: if I could afford to take them every day, with no ill effects, I would. Life would be more pleasurable, sensations more intense, I'd be able to relax when I wanted to and I'd probably be getting a lot more work done.
From the Ernest L. Wilkinson Diaries: "ELW dreams he's spattered w/ grease. Hundreds steal his greasy pants."
The Dude wrote:Doctor Steuss' story reminds me of the time I smoked weed in a new apartment I'd just moved into. Apparently the fire alarm was hyper-sensitive or something. On top of that, the alarm was linked to a network that made all the alarms go off in the building, and only the fire department could turn it off. So, freshly stoned, I ran out to the sidewalk to intercept the firefighters and tell them it was just me lighting candles and there wasn't really a fire. I hoped they could just shut it off from outside and wouldn't have to come in and smell the pot smoke in my apartment. Nope, they had to come in to shut off the alarm. All my neighbors were outside watching this. So the firefighter started following me to my apartment, but then he checked his monitor and said the apartment I was leading him to wasn't the one that had set off the alarm. It was the guy next door to me -- it turns out he was moving his surf board and accidentally hit the alarm on his ceiling. Doh!
Don't confess your sins to the fire department, the campus computer office, or the FBI, until they come asking. That's my rule.
LOL!
A couple of years back, a group of my friends went on a road trip up the coast and into Canada. While in Canada, they purchased a huge amount of shrooms (I think it was 5 or 6 ounces), and a small amount of ganja. They crossed the boarder back into the US without any problems, and decided that they would just pull over and sleep in the car. In order to make the car a bit more comfortable, they partook of some happy-sticky-purple-punch (hotboxed of course). During the night, they were woken by a tapping on the car window. It was the border patrol. Anyone who has ever hotboxed in a car knows how easy it is to tell what was going on in the car once a window is opened. The border patrol agents made them get out of the car, and started searching it. They went through 3 of the suitcases before deciding that my friends didn’t have anything beyond what they had already smoked… the shrooms were in the 4th suitcase.
"Some people never go crazy. What truly horrible lives they must lead." ~Charles Bukowski
Close call. But I've had closer. Try copping outside of what you realize too late is an elementary school that Mayor Guliani is scheduled to speak at in an hour (hence the heavy presence of po po).
From the Ernest L. Wilkinson Diaries: "ELW dreams he's spattered w/ grease. Hundreds steal his greasy pants."
Doctor Steuss wrote:A couple of years back, a group of my friends went on a road trip up the coast and into Canada. While in Canada, they purchased a huge amount of shrooms (I think it was 5 or 6 ounces), and a small amount of ganja. They crossed the boarder back into the US without any problems, and decided that they would just pull over and sleep in the car. In order to make the car a bit more comfortable, they partook of some happy-sticky-purple-punch (hotboxed of course). During the night, they were woken by a tapping on the car window. It was the border patrol. Anyone who has ever hotboxed in a car knows how easy it is to tell what was going on in the car once a window is opened. The border patrol agents made them get out of the car, and started searching it. They went through 3 of the suitcases before deciding that my friends didn’t have anything beyond what they had already smoked… the shrooms were in the 4th suitcase.
It would have been a shame to go to prison for trafficking something that's relatively easy to grow in your basement. (I do not grow shrooms, by the way, because I have a wife and kids and that's too much risk even as tiny as it is. However, If I recall correctly it is legal to grow them in New Mexico.)
"And yet another little spot is smoothed out of the echo chamber wall..." Bond
I haver never used illegal drugs (or smoke or drank) but one of the strongest spiritual experiences I have ever had (and I was TBM at the time) is when I was getting my teeth worked on and it was the first time I ever had nitrous oxide. At first I did not think it was working and then I started getting a little light headed and could tell something was happening. It sort of freaked me out at first and I was trying to focus my thoughts and fight it but then I just gave in.
I remember just staring at the Dental light they have above you and starting to have all these religious thoughts and that God loved me and felt like he was communicating with me. I did not want it to go away and actually had tears running down my eyes because I was so happy. The assistant thought they were tears of pain and kept saying, "Sorry if it hurts, we should be done soon". I kept thinking "What is she talking about? This is the greatest experience in my life!". I kept staring at the light and thinking how great it was going to be to some day meet Jesus. A lot of other things happened that don't quite make sense to me now. All of this was while they were drilling my teeth! They could have done anything and I would still be one happy camper.
When everything was done and I was off the Gas I finally come to my senses and felt normal but I remembered a lot of my experience and was still happy thinking about it.
On the way home I called my wife to tell her about my wonderful experience and she pretty much thought I was nuts. I totally understand now how people can become addicted to drugs.
I never received a huge burning in the bosom while praying about the Book of Mormon or about Joseph Smith being a prophet, but if I had that same kind of experience after praying about the Book of Mormon that I did in that Dental Chair, I think I would be TBM still today.
Since then I have had to gone back to the dentist to have work done and have had similar experiences but it was nothing quite like that first time.
