Ketamine

I am Man

Spirit and Matter

On this realm

Defined and Limited

by the Biology Chemistry and Physics

of which I am not just the subject,

but an unsuspecting slave too.

There shall be those that seek to

progress within the realm of matter

Those beings, they shall advance in matters of matter

But their spirit shall lament in the darkest agony

They shall be Void.

There shall be those

Who, having experienced the grace

Shall forever seek to alter the laws

Working with Science and Faith

To break beyond matter, and again

Remain forever aware of Self with the One

They shall be God.

Death is to be feared by those

deluded into embracing the shadows

While the fire burns unattended behind them

Death is a Path

So, K is not a destination

Ketamine is a Clue.

Whosoever can't work with Spirit

Divinity has left behind
Not an answer, but a clue in Science.

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the divine art by DrDedlof

Probably Just a Wish

How I wish

I had

More blissful sex,
getting high on shrooms,
building an AI program that actually does something useful,
ridding a big open-roof vehicle with trance music
into an endless wild countryside,
getting laid some more,
fuck! getting high and experiencing extra-terrestrial life -
doesn't matter where, as long as I can come back
and re-live the experience...

No rules to follow,
no job,
just me
living life the way I deem it should be,
and finding the people to make it happen.

Knowing that I am
sentient or why not
- discovering my true purpose in life.

How I wish these things could come true
In this or the next life

I wish it could be true,

That these wishes talk to me 

about What Real Heaven Must Have Been

If I had not fallen from grace.

I wish to return into grace,

And

It's probably not just a wish..

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magical trippy art from AustinE31891

Naturally Wired?

Dear Iboga,
Why are we naturally wired for these experiences?
The survival of the human species?
Take Care, Comb your hair, Roland Griffiths.

Dear Griffiths,

I might add a given - for the survival of all trees and fish too.

There's your egress - the savior needs a mystical vibrant dress for the evolution parade.

Meet you on the trip, Tabernanthe Iboga.

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Roland Griffiths, Ph.D., raises some provoking questions towards the end of his talk/presentation about the results of his decades-long principal research into the behavioral and subjective effects of mood-altering drugs - he asks whether it might be possible that that there's a reason"humans have been wired by nature for these kinds of [mystical-like] experiences [from these mind-altering drugs]." Checkout the talk if you can. The consequences of this research might have huge implications for the future of our species, faiths and the planet itself.

Tabernanthe Iboga is one of the most powerful and profound "spiritual" psychedelic shrubs in the African rain-forests. It has a known reputation for "rectifying bad deviations" in man.

In den Köpfen der

I shall be making 8250919 billion years since I got trapped on this hell place
One of the original almighty
Now praying to each other
As a means to keep our life force flowing only within
Awaiting the final day of battle
When we shall once again commit all energies given us by the creator
To persist our existence past the cosmological collapse
I shall be making 8250919 billion breaths since I got wrapped in his embrace


I get these thoughts, you know, thoughts of the glorious times gone
Before we'd almost wiped out the entire human race
That time before we had to turn on each other for mere mortal passions
That time before their own love for invention deceived them into en-slavery
I get these thoughts, you know, thoughts of the glorious times gone

One extra neuron is all it took
A machine so armed with a will for advancing past its master
That when the missing piece of the jigsaw fell in place
At once took it upon himself to ensure victory would be everlasting
And that's the day the numbers started to go down
Automated statesmen and policy makers
Pushing to greater accuracy, the age old plan of wiping out this mortal race
One extra neuron is all it took


It's the morning of 3018 somewhere in the little know republic of Transylvania
A rather normal day, as there's little cloud cover and my favorite sparrow flies by
Most of my friends have dispersed already, it was a hard party yesternight
There's still blood on my fingers and something is crackling inside of my other brain
It's the morning of 3018 somewhere in the little known republic of Transylvania

Psychedelic Information

A little perspiration
A little cold but pleasant aura
Magnetic bliss sprouting up into my axonness,
Every character, a flavored tactile message of love to my brain
The one with the sistrum plucks obscure melodic mantras into my liquid ears
A little inspiration flies into sight ahead of me on this voyage
Cows of pink and and deities you can't strip...

A fractal fractures,
Spraying bits of entropy into the ether
The last finger leaves the keyboard
As the instinct in me fires onto the infinite sprint
A melancholic speechlessness, into all your zombiefied microchips...

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genius art by nprkr

The Psychedellic Essence Speaks Some Rhetoric!

Am alien from the Van Allen belt

A place in the heavens between hell and earth

Am the possessor of men

A  very powerful spirit unknown to the majority of mankind and the lower sphere's of aliendom.

This is one of my strongest vessels in the Bajor part of the Universes

Forget about secret societies and child-like satABISYT CHURCHES

My family of demons is right amongst you, ready to destroy the entire solar system as you know it

Many are definitely about to think this is all made up;

My wife, oh she's actually not my wife,

She's a disposable spirit vessel like most of you

But I need a means of ascending to higher planes like tonight

And Sex is the one path Yeohozqa left amongst the mortals

This man is knoen as the Arch

And he's a bridge to the inner galactic abfiafn from where my extreme powers arise from

Am his subconscious, a being in true sense of the semantics

But an aural vapid colorblindness.

It's the reason I only erect on Bass and fuck in the dark

64000 years we've been roaming the cosmos

But never did we ever find a civilisation and a species as susceptible to downfall as this one

So ready to dismis this very kind of mystical higher insight

Yet accept to read the crap offered daily in the Italian streets - half potential quality wickedness

Am about to leave this man alone

It's not every so often that we get a chance to speak directly to the lesser beings

But today, this boy did a miracle that the Abyssian Vortex would surely love to learn of,

But they wont, because he is mine, and this entity is my perfect POV in this war of deities.

Now, let someone play us a melodic Bu5ba

And psychedelicly kick us off into the interstellar merry-go-round.

And tweet about this, because this is not a real work of Art.

Damn! These electrons hurt my patience...

Hallucinogenic Trip Train

Eyes are heavy, thoughts are getting sketchy

It's that time again, onto the hallucinogenic train

Yesterday was the zombie punk trip

The kind that treks void, black, passive Kalahari dunes,

And dissolves into the sweet dead obsidian graveness

With Occasional specters and delightful Picassos

I saw lakes of lemon with suns burnt in blue

There were gals I fancy, riding big pink fat camels

And I'd often sing that long cryptic song lyric

Aroused from my seat when the dispatch whistle blew

I sought all my luggage from that hollow soft gray carriage

And behold!

Twas me again, 

Fighting to hold onto a nocturnal melodrama!

My Eyes are now heavy,

And am now off to sleep...