For Lilian and the Indigos - Above Top Secret
For Lilian and the Indigos - Above Top Secret
For Lilian and the Indigos - Above Top Secret
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In <strong>the</strong> summer of 96 (<strong>the</strong> perfect summer I’ve been waiting for) my dear friend M traded<br />
me a little blown glass bowl for what Terence calls “A heroic dosage” of chunky, blue<br />
bruised, kind, smurfy shrooms. I woofed <strong>the</strong>m down. I sat on <strong>the</strong> pavilion of The<br />
Commons (Ithaca’s downtown outdoor mall where I lived) <strong>and</strong> quickly became hysterical<br />
with laughter. I was tripping pretty hard after only 20 minutes <strong>and</strong> decided it would be<br />
wise to retire to my pad before it escalated to an ecstatic state. It did. I started getting<br />
synaes<strong>the</strong>sia (Gee your voice looks pretty), energy raced up <strong>and</strong> down my spine <strong>and</strong> my<br />
flesh turned to fluid. “Here it comes, that religious experience I’ve been waiting for...” I<br />
collapsed on <strong>the</strong> floor <strong>and</strong> began laughing, crying, <strong>and</strong> heaving around. I FELT soooo<br />
loved. I could grok <strong>the</strong> Lord’s presence in everything, I knew at that moment that we<br />
were all just <strong>the</strong> Lord’s beautiful expressions here to serve each o<strong>the</strong>r. The feeling of<br />
being loved to my core displaced all <strong>the</strong> petty resentments <strong>and</strong> remorse I had been<br />
carrying my whole life. These negativities just didn’t mean anything in light of The<br />
Lord’s presence. I wanted my fa<strong>the</strong>r, mo<strong>the</strong>r, stepmo<strong>the</strong>r, friends, <strong>and</strong> family all <strong>the</strong>re<br />
right <strong>the</strong>n so I could hug <strong>the</strong>m all. They weren’t <strong>the</strong>re so I thought I might run back down<br />
to The Commons <strong>and</strong> hug strangers. In Ithaca, that wouldn’t be out of <strong>the</strong> ordinary, but I<br />
decided against it. I stayed in my room <strong>and</strong> flopped around like I had a stun gun up my<br />
ass. Damn, what a release it was...<br />
After an hour I calmed down enough to just be grinning that shit eating grin we trippsters<br />
are infamous for. I ventured back downstairs to my outdoor mall living room <strong>and</strong><br />
returned to <strong>the</strong> pavilion. I sat down <strong>and</strong> began pondering, “What was I before I bifurcated<br />
into man <strong>and</strong> mushroom?”<br />
As I sat <strong>the</strong>re radiating my new found love, wondering how to serve you all, my beautiful<br />
fellow creations, a strange thing happened. Hippie after hippie, my Rainbow Nation<br />
family, people I never met, just began flocking around me. I had been to a ga<strong>the</strong>ring <strong>the</strong><br />
prior year at <strong>the</strong> Hector National <strong>For</strong>est next to Seneca lake where I lived <strong>and</strong> I thought,<br />
“These are <strong>the</strong> people who’ll inherit <strong>the</strong> Earth!” (Mat<strong>the</strong>w 25:34-40)<br />
I don’t look anything like <strong>the</strong>m <strong>and</strong> <strong>the</strong>y still knew I was one of <strong>the</strong>m. They say, “Oh,<br />
cyberpunk, can’t be too bad.” The subcultures have a common bond. We know what it is.<br />
It still amazed me though, that <strong>the</strong>y would be drawn to me. The hippies converging<br />
around me may have meant nothing without <strong>the</strong> psilocybin; <strong>the</strong> pavilion is, after all,<br />
lovingly referred to as “Freak Central,” but <strong>the</strong> trip was valid. No old stupid clinical<br />
government scientist who’s never done it is going to convince me o<strong>the</strong>rwise. It was more<br />
valid than anything any ol’ psychopreacher ever spouted. Although <strong>the</strong> intense emotion<br />
of that direct experience has faded, <strong>the</strong> gnosis remains.<br />
People sometimes say that psychedelics aren’t valid compared to <strong>the</strong> disciplined<br />
approach of Yoga <strong>and</strong> meditation because <strong>the</strong>y’re drugs <strong>and</strong> drugs are “bad.” I disagree,<br />
firstly because “bad” is a symptom of duality <strong>and</strong> I think I’ve raked that over <strong>the</strong> coals<br />
enough already, but mainly because just because something is effortless doesn't<br />
inherently mean it’s not real. Also, if you were to attain Nirvana, I'm not sure you could<br />
stop experiencing it. With psychedelics you have a choice. <strong>For</strong> myself, I appreciate what<br />
<strong>the</strong>y teach me but deep down I also appreciate <strong>the</strong> little amount of veil I have left.