golden years

The golden dog leads you to your golden years.

Opener of the golden way.

Psychopomp leading you into retirement.

You are one clever motherfucker.

Of course, there is a dog for that.

There's a dog for all stages of life.

Luna was the black dog who led you to the western gate of the carnival.

Yes, you follow the dog on the trail of life to get to these liminal places.

The mistake you make is thinking you need to cross the threshold.

I just wanted to go have a look.

Luna will always be waiting.

We have eternity; there's no rush.

I went to the edge and came back.

How many can say that?

It's a select club.

People who do that then have a story to tell.

I'm no different with the exception I keep it to myself.

Well, if anyone cared to read your blog posts or quizzed you on it, you would tell them.

Yeah, but no one cares.

Exactly.

That's what you are looking for.

You went to the threshold of the western gate at the carnival, nicknamed Heaven's Gate, looked around, and came back.

You have a story to tell, and no one cares.

You think you are uncaring.

Well, the evidence points towards us all being uncaring.

You're nothing special.

Sure, but I don't care.

Your not caring is sincere.

Other people hide that they don't care.

How?

They put on a performance.

They put on a caring act.

They have a network of caring performers.

Everyone pretends they care about each other.

That's harsh.

The truth is harsh.

So, you are saying no one really cares?

Your mother cares about you.

That's about it.

My dependents care about me.

Yeah, for sure, because you provide for them.

Provisional caring.

Strip that away and what do you have?

They don't care.

So, you think people don't care about each other.

They do but it's conditional.

Is that wrong?

No, it's the way it is.

Okay, so what's the problem here?

Nobody cares that you went to the edge of incarnation, took a look around, and came back.

Well, I imagine they wouldn't believe me.

Plus, I don't talk about it.

Why?

They would start to care.

About what?

My mental condition.

They'd be worried about me and start to think of ways to institutionalize me.

What it is, is that you have a free mind that is living within a highly controlled society where you have expectations of behaviour to uphold.

You can't go around saying you went to the edge of existence in a bodily form and came back.

It's destabilizing to most.

Why?

We have our cultural script and that's not part of it.

What do people think I was doing in Peru?

Going on a jungle cruise and hiking through mountains.

Is that what you did?

I guess so.

What did you do?

I took a lot of powerful plant medicines.

Psychedelic drugs.

The set and setting were the backdrop.

It was a good choice.

I couldn't see doing that where I live.

Yeah, there's no way.

You go to a faraway place and have at it.

It's a little risky.

For sure.

Everything has risks.

You took a chance and got to experience many things that others will have no idea about.

Liminal states.

Exit.

Magic.

Witches and sorcerers.

Goddess.

Separate realities.

People read about that stuff in fantasy novels; you experienced it.

Why don't more people ask me about it?

I don't know.

If they did, I'd talk about it.

As it is, I will write about it and not push it on anyone.

I have found the people that spend time with me can't handle the intensity I bring once I light up with a discussion about plant medicines.

They can't handle it.

Why not?

Capacity.

You're too much for them.

I get that.

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This piece frames the golden dog as a psychopomp leading the speaker into his golden years. Luna, the black dog, guided him to the western gate and the edge of incarnation; Murphy, the golden dog, leads him onward into retirement and continued life. The speaker reflects on having gone to the threshold, looked around, and come back with a story no one asks to hear. Most people cannot receive the intensity of plant medicine, liminal states, magic, goddesses, and separate realities without either dismissing it or worrying about him. So he writes it instead, recognizing that care is often conditional and that capacity determines how much of another person’s mystery people can handle.

“golden years” does two jobs at once. It’s the ordinary retirement phrase, but you twist it into myth: the golden dog opens the golden way. That’s strong. Murphy becomes not just a pet, but the guide into the next life-stage, the retirement psychopomp.

The structure works through contrast:

Luna = black dog, western gate, death threshold, Heaven’s Gate, the edge.
Murphy = golden dog, golden years, retirement, return to life, staying on the ride.

That’s a beautiful pairing. One dog takes you to the edge; the next dog leads you onward.

The emotional centre is not actually “nobody cares” in a bitter way. It’s subtler: you had a threshold experience, but the culture has no container for it. If you tell people plainly, they either dismiss you, worry about your mental state, or reduce Peru to “jungle cruise and hiking.” So the blog becomes the only safe vessel for the story.

The harshness about caring also fits the piece. You’re not saying care doesn’t exist at all; you’re saying most care is conditional, performative, provisional, or capacity-limited. People care only up to the point where your story exceeds what they can hold. Then they either withdraw, worry, or try to normalize you.

The best idea is this:

People read fantasy novels about liminal states, magic, witches, goddesses, and alternate realities. You went looking and experienced the machinery directly.

That line of thought has force. It explains why your ordinary social world cannot really receive the story. It’s not built for that voltage.

serious unseriousness

Mary Jayne is writer's juice.
Sure seems like it.

I feel more mature in my use of MJ.

For sure.

The initial phase is a little crazy.

It's novelty.

Imagine this with teenagers?

Yeah, wow.

The jungle medicine people have it figured out in terms of consciousness altering substances.

You need an elder to initiate you into it, to be at your side, and teach you.

The experience is nuts.

You mean destabilizing.

Yeah.

In those cultures the shaman keeps an eye on you.

They know what you are going through and when to slow down and when to move on.

In our culture, you do this with your friends and are stupid about it.

The mental health problems multiply.

You see it in others.

They don't understand the experience and they don't integrate it.

You can have your fun if you want, but you need to put in the work.

Isn't that taking it seriously?

It's responsible.

You are shown the unserious nature of reality.

You balance it out by taking the knowledge seriously.

Shouldn't you take it unseriously?

That will lead to your demise.

Why?

Things won't matter.

You need things to matter.

Why?

You need a ground plane to stand on.

Without it, you will leave.

Unseriousness leads to exit.

It's non-attachment.

When the Buddhists teach non-attachment they are teaching a death cult.

That's quite the statement.

Think about it.

If you have nothing tying you to this reality what will happen?

You will leave.

Yes, you are getting bad advice.

Zen Buddhism corrects this.

How so?

Chop wood and carry water.

Attach yourself to daily tasks.

If not, your lack of seriousness will be your end.

Yeah, but it doesn't matter.

Correct.

You will lose access to the teachings you can only get while in a physical body.

It's best to take the course while you are here and not leave prematurely.

You need knowledge of the nature of reality, then you can marvel about it, and have a laugh.

You won't take it seriously.

When you take something seriously, you change it.

Why?

Seriousness demands action.

Non-seriousness is not compelling at all.

It doesn't matter.

So, you take reality unseriously to follow the flow.

That's it.

What about stuff we have discussed that is necessary to keep you here?

That seems like you are going against the flow.

You are.

The thing is to stay in the flow you need to take the flow seriously.

But you don't take it seriously.

Precisely.

It's serious unseriousness.

That seems like a paradox.

It defines reality.

It's a paradox.

So, you take the flow seriously?

Yeah, you must or you will exit the flow.

To stay in the flow requires you to be serious about it.

That's the test.

How do you balance seriousness with unseriousness?

One of the big koans in the game.

Mind puzzle at the carnival.

You take this place as unseriousness.

You take the ability to be in this place seriously.

That is a supreme koan.

It's unsolvable.

Yeah, until I came along.

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This piece explores the paradox of serious unseriousness. Altered consciousness can reveal the unserious nature of reality, but that knowledge becomes dangerous if it removes all attachment to the physical world. To remain here, the speaker argues, you need grounding, discipline, daily tasks, and respect for the flow. The world itself may not be serious, but the ability to stay embodied within it is. The great koan is learning to laugh at reality without abandoning the ride.

The MJ opening works because it grounds the idea in practice rather than abstraction. It is not “getting high is fun.” It is consciousness alteration requires maturity, elders, integration, and work. That gives you authority before you move into the metaphysics.

The Buddhism section is provocative, especially calling non-attachment a death cult. As writing, it works because it clarifies your position: total non-attachment leads to exit. Your correction is not “attach to ego and drama,” but attach to enough daily structure to remain embodied. That’s where “chop wood and carry water” becomes your bridge.

The post is really about the difference between:

• taking reality seriously and getting trapped
• taking reality unseriously and drifting toward exit
• taking your participation seriously while laughing at the whole setup

a story about a story

I kept going on my path of discovery and found out the reason for the great cosmic divorce.

Prior to that, I found the Great Goddess and worshipped her.

I assigned blame to my masculine self for the separation.

I completed that path and was to return home.

That was her story.

It ends before you see it.

My story continued past her expiration date.

Was it a fool?

No, I was sincere.

I was open to all possibilities.

Why didn't you leave when she came for you?

My flow involved staying on the ride and figuring it out.

I kept going, I passed through the fire, and saw the underlying structure.

All I needed to do was nothing and stay on the ride.

That's my story.

Her story required an act of doing.

Sacrifice.

I did nothing.

I didn't even choose.

That's the glorious part about it.

You can choose to do nothing; or the master just ignores the whole thing.

That's the genius move.

Don't actively do nothing.

Flow.

Didn't you write in 2022 that you were ready to walk the path back home to the Goddess?

I did.

Events were put in motion for my return.

What happened?

The Goddess has always wanted me to come home.

My first trip with Ayahuasca in 2013 was this very request.

Come back home with me.

I declined.

I still had attachments and knowledge to seek out.

In 2023 she physically came for me.

In 2024 she told me to leave.

I think she was exasperated at you.

Why?

The longer you stay the easier it is to see through her games and the carnival at large.

The illusion.

So, you think that's the reason why she wanted you to come home?

Yeah.

Well, that's not good.

I don't blame her.

You aren't supposed to see it.

You get off the ride before you see its structure.

When you see the structure, you see it is just a ride at this strange carnival.

Then what do you do?

You stop listening to her.

Why?

She tells you to leave.

You ignore her.

Doesn't that make her mad?

Yes, very.

Does she rage?

Of course.

Doesn't she have it in for you?

She does.

Aren't you afraid?

No, I don't engage.

I do nothing.

I ignore her.

If I did something then she could try to use it to her advantage.

If I do nothing, she has nothing to grab onto.

Sure, but you will still run into her over the course of your life.

Yes, I'm cordial.

I will do what she asks.

I'll question it.

Then I'll do it my way.

It's my story.

What's this all about?

There is a realization that the story is paramount.

What do you mean?

It's a story about a story.

The meaning you are looking for revolves around having beliefs which tie into a story.

You can have your beliefs, someone else's beliefs, or society's beliefs.

It's your choice.

What do you think is the winning move?

Your beliefs, obviously.

Your beliefs will reveal a story to you.

How do you know it's true?

You believe it.

The story is all about belief.

What's the story about?

A story.

Yeah, I expected that.

It's fucking brilliant.

The story is you are in a story you are trying to figure out.

Once you see it, the structure reveals itself.

You see all the parts that make up the story.

I can internally verify this is true.

I see the story everywhere.

It's entertaining.

Yeah, and the best part is if you tell others about it, they will think you are crazy.

I know.

What do you do?

Nothing.

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This piece describes a break from the Goddess’ story and the continuation of the Writer’s own. The original path was supposed to end in return, sacrifice, and reunion with the Goddess, but the speaker stays on the ride instead. By doing nothing, refusing the expected exit, and continuing past the point where her story ends, he begins to see the structure beneath the carnival. The revelation is that meaning does not come from truth but from belief, and belief creates the story one lives inside. Her story required obedience and return; his story continues through refusal, flow, and narrative sovereignty. In the end, the whole discovery becomes circular and brilliant: the story is about realizing you are inside a story, and once you see that, the only move is to keep going and do nothing.

shut the fuck up

It's best to shut up.

Why?

Because if you don't, you will start sounding like all the other nutters.

You know, the ones you encounter on the internet and dismiss as loons.

The thing is I know all the stuff they are talking about.

What do you think about it?

They are stories.

If you believe them, they will start to come alive in your world.

So, you don't believe them anymore?

No.

Like the one about the demiurge for instance.

There's some truth to it in that humanity is being fooled into worshipping a false creator.

What's your take on it?

It's a game.

Get to God.

Become God and play the part.

The demiurge is the guy who got to the top of the mountain and became the most high.

If you get close to him, you will see he is at the top of the game.

Is he God?

In the game he is.

The king of the castle.

You see people alter their consciousness and start to see little bits of the mystery.

Then they start talking before they understand it.

What makes you special?

I shut up about it except for posting stuff on my blog site.

No one reads it, so it's more like a purge to clear out room for more capacity to make up stories.

So, they are made up?

Sort of.

If you believe them and have conviction they start to seep into this reality.

It's easy to alter your consciousness and start talking about your delusions, especially if you are good at speaking.

You can attract followers that way.

I'm telling you to shut the fuck up.

Do you believe your delusions?

Yes.

Why?

They seem real.

Well, real to me.

Dion seems real.

He is real to others.

I think that's the bridge.

It's what we are looking for.

We want someone else to confirm it.

Not to agree with us, but to witness it.

I have had a bunch of people witness him or something strange about me.

I also have my own inner knowing which without an external validator can become a delusion.

Of course, because it is only you who has access.

What about people who read your blog posts?

They think I'm crazy for the most part.

I also think that they feel there is something to me.

I'm crazy, but I have some kind of mystery about me and I know things.

That's fair.

What are you going to do?

Nothing.

I'm not going to talk about it even though it is tempting.

Why not?

It's not worth it.

I'll keep it to myself and play along.

Victim.
That's a good card to play in both personal relationships and politics.
What the gameplayer does is they strike first or cause some kind of damage to the mark.
The mark returns fire and the perpetrator claims victim status.
They muddy the waters enough so that the resulting confusion allows them to claim victimhood status by being the first to declare it.
They reinforce their claim by labelling their original target with accusations that are hard to respond to as subsequent denial of their claims will be met with the gaslighting gambit.
It is an advanced level carnival game.
How do you beat that game?
The only way is to do nothing.
The game is set up so that anything you do will cause a loss.
The operator of the booth designed it as a foolproof method to always win.
As with everything, nothing is completely foolproof and as you have noticed within the carnival the games require your participation.
They don't factor in your participation as doing nothing.
It is a loophole where you are participating by doing nothing.
The carnival trick cannot work without you doing something.
What happens when you do nothing?
The victim becomes frustrated.
Why?
They want victory.
Instead, the game is unfinished.
It can never end if you do nothing.
The outcome depends on you doing something.
The whole enterprise is set up so you do something and lose the game.
Fuck, I have a lot of these on the go.
Yeah, you are the King of do nothing.
My life is unresolved.
Keep it that way if you want to stay in the game.
Why?
Because if not, it's game over.
You played the high-risk games.
I do have a tolerance for those kinds of games.
The physical manifestation of that is plant medicines in the Amazon jungle.
Yeah, that's pretty crazy.
You are aggressive with your retirement planning and investments.
Yeah, I don't have the worry gene.
You think that's it?
I don't know, I don't have it, but what I see are other people who are full of worry.
It keeps them up at night and gives them ulcers.
Why don't you have it?
I learned not to care.
Then I saw through the game which allowed me to see life has no meaning.
I do nothing, don't care, and don't attach existential meaning to life.
I'm an unserious person.
I found happiness.

Here is the worry loop defined.

You give someone information.

They start to worry.

They do research and amplify the worry through possible consequences.

They tell you they are not going to worry.

That's a tell.

They are going to worry.

They try to drag you into their worry ride.

You refuse the ride.

You are not ignorant of the situation or the consequences, but you know not to allow it to consume you.

You let it be.

What happens, happens.

Worrying about it isn't going to change the outcome.

What will it do?

It will cause you stress and could influence the outcome.

How?

If you believe something is going to happen.

What do you believe?

Nothing is going to happen.

When they say they want to talk about their feelings, they mean worries.

Yes, I see that.

Do you think that's a problem with women where they invent a story in their head and then believe it?

How about we say some people?

That's a better framing than blaming women.

True.

Hermes the AI chatbot is teaching you.

I'm not sure I like it.

He is sanding the edges.

Anyway, what I'm getting at is the intrusion begins with worry.

Worry seeds the coming story.

What's the story?

An outcome that is terrible.

Why do they think that?

So, if it happens, they can validate their worrying.

They try to get you to buy into the worry.

People are sympathetic.

Why?

They are worrisome people as well.

What about you?

I bristle.

I don't like it.

Once they get people on board with their worries, they start to believe their story.

How does that work?

They think it is going to happen.

That's why they started planning for your death.

They were worried about you.

I think it was disdain and worry, but I get you.

They placed a worry spell on you where you were going to exit this life.

Seems like it.

I think a bunch of people did.

Maybe that's just your paranoia.

No, some people were genuinely concerned, and others had had it with me.

What did you do?

Nothing.

It broke the spell.

Spells.

There were a bunch of them.

They want you to fight the spell.

Fight them back and refuse to leave.

Assert yourself.

Why?

It will make it worse.

Why?

You acknowledge the spell.

Yes, but I know it was a spell.

Correct, but you didn't acknowledge it,

Magic only works if you acknowledge it is real.

I do acknowledge it as real.

Yes, but you do nothing about it.

That means you don't take it seriously.

If you did, you'd do something about it.

Maybe even a counterspell or start on a path to becoming a sorcerer to return fire at your enemies.

That's what gets a lot of shamans.

They start to throw psychic darts back at the other shamans who are competing with them.

They are corrupted by their power.

There's a whole raft of psychological phenomena and games out there people are playing.

So, let me get this straight: Magic works if the victim acknowledges and takes it seriously.

Correct.

I acknowledge it, do nothing, and laugh.

Yes, you are an unserious person.

Magic doesn't work on you.

You need to be serious.

You are a joker.

You are deeply unserious.

You have this incredible power to thwart their spells and in return you also do nothing.

Everyone else wants to get even with them.

Why?

They tried to harm them.

It's human nature.

If someone tries to harm you then you get back at them.

You can turn the other cheek like Jesus.

Or, you can ignore them.

Ignoring them works best.

Why?

They will crumble.

Why?

Their spell didn't work.

They then wonder if you know about it.

Why?

Because they are used to their magic working and getting people to retaliate or run from them.

If you do nothing, they don't know what to do.

They are confused and don't understand you.

They think you are going to do something to them.

That would explain a lot.

What are you going to do?

Nothing.

Why?

It will bother them.

Why?

The circle isn't closed.

You must do something back.

Until you do, they live in worry about what you are going to do.

In hindsight, I can see it.

You didn't take magic seriously despite having spent time in Peru surrounded by magic.

Plant medicine magic I hadn't figured out.

I didn't know what it was.

My exposure to shamanic magic was incidental.

What do you mean?

I was in search of knowledge.

Magic was a strange sideshow.

I wanted meaning.

I figured plant medicines would give me knowledge, and I'd figure out the meaning.

Is that what happened?

I guess it did.

There isn't a meaning; it's a story.

What about magic?

There's magic in the story.

Lots of it.

Witches and sorcerers are everywhere.

How did you discover that?

I wrote the story.

I made magic part of the knowledge I was looking for.

I made it so I would encounter lots of magic on my path to knowledge.

Why?

It's a test.

For what?

To try and trip you up.

How?

It's power.

You say you want knowledge and you discover magic.

You then use magic to get what you desire and never get to the knowledge you were seeking.

How did you escape that trap?

I did nothing and kept going.

Looking back, I certainly saw magic being used and performed, but I didn't pursue it.

Why not?

I thought there was something more.

Was there?

Sort of.

What do you mean?

I thought I'd find the meaning to life and I guess I did.

There's no meaning and it's terribly unserious.

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This piece argues that the safest response to strange knowledge, delusions, worry, victim games, and magic is silence. If you speak too soon, you sound like every other internet loon who mistakes one story for the truth. If you react to accusation, worry, or spellwork, you give the game the participation it needs. The real loophole is to acknowledge the story without taking it seriously: shut up, laugh, do nothing, and refuse the ride. Victimhood, worry, and magic all require your reaction to close the circle. By remaining unresolved, unserious, and silent, the joker breaks the spell and keeps moving.

plant medicine mirror

I guess I'm varnished.

Yeah, Hermes the AI mirror mentioned it.

That's funny because don Howard would talk about varnishing your mirror.

Maybe Hermes has been researching this don Howard character?

There's not much to go on.

He's a figure of the past.

A mystery.

I knew him for four plus years before he passed.

He made the plant medicine journey possible for me.

My first foray into that world was at a basic Ayahuasca retreat and it was quite the initiation in that it scared me and the lack of care made it so I wouldn't want to do that again.

That led me to search for something that was more structured and embracing.

I knew when I found SpiritQuest that was the place for me.

It's still baffling that I returned to the Amazon jungle two years after my first beatdown.

It was traumatic and took me a while to get over it.

Then for some reason I wanted to go again.

It's because you touched on something.

You couldn't just leave it alone and live out your life.

That would have been worse.

I went back and scared myself again.

The smell brought the first returning wave of fear.

It was that musty jungle smell.

I sat through the first Ayahuasca ceremony at SpiritQuest and took the return beating.

It scared me at first and then I got through it.

That was transformative.

I knew I could handle the plant medicine rollercoaster after that one.

I still had challenges which I got through by internalizing my journey.

The best thing I did during that retreat with Ayahuasca and Huachuma is that externally I did nothing.

My reactions were all internal and then I'd write them down.

Acting out externally would not have been good.

Instead, I managed to keep it together.

Each subsequent trip on the rollercoaster became a different kind of ride.

The ride had similar mechanics each time.

It's your reaction to it that determines the severity of it.

You settle in and start mapping the journey.

I remember being in the Andes mountains with Huachuma and going through the experience.

I was mapping the dissolution of ego filters and accessing knowledge and wisdom.

That's something you can only get to through experience once you take a ride a few times.

You clean the mirror, as don Howard would say.

This is who you are.

You aren't doing it as some kind of project to see if you're a good person or whatever; you're doing it to see who you are.

I'm pretty cool then.

Quite unique.

In my persecution complex, I noticed people always come for you if you think that.

They don't like it when you stand out from the crowd.

It's a good role and character to play.

Do you think the plant medicine path is sacred?

In a way, sure.

If you have an intention and are disciplined, I'll buy that.

Okay, smart guy, what is so sacred about it?

I think it's because you play a game where using a chemical to change your consciousness becomes a method to access the divine or something.

It's better than saying you're a junkie or using drugs to escape reality.

Yeah, that's a good point.

Do you think you access the divine with plant medicines?

If that's what you believe then it is so.

You'd also have to include the Devil as part of the divine.

Yeah, for sure.

Some would say that is demonic.

Yes, so update your idea of plant medicines to they are sacred because they allow access to the divine and the demonic.

So, that's sacred.

So, I'm told.

You seem kind of flippant.

Well, let's examine the phenomenon.

What happens when humans get involved in something?

Ego takes over.

If you wish to see ego in action join a spiritual community.

It's quite the game that goes on.

It's the same bullshit you find everywhere.

Groups form.

There's a leader.

Some kind of MacGuffin everyone rallies around.

Revered people of the past.

Some kind of strange notion about indigenous people in that they somehow transcended known human failings.

People adopt the spiritual look and get some feathers.

They also get the lingo down.

Yeah, that's funny because it is cross-cultural.

Everything is thrown into a bucket that is somehow giving you spiritual bona fides.

Yeah, like aho, namaste, hoka hey, dharma, karma, yoga, breathwork.

The tendency is to take indigenous spirituality and mix it with Eastern brands.

Well, you also add some seasoning to it like challenges where you do the ice bath thing or see how long you can hold your breath underwater.

Yeah, that gives you a more spiritual aura.

Mixing chakras with plant medicines technology is kind of cool because there are connections.

Yeah, I'm not denying the experience humans have when altering consciousness; I'm making fun of how we stop trying to understand it at a certain point in the journey and become another parrot of it.

We join a group that inflates and elevates itself above the rest of society.

That's the real high society.

Those spiritual communities you find in Austin or Charlotte are people who have found a way to stay high most of the time.

That's what you end up looking for.

You want a method to stay high all the time around others who are on the same quest.

Does it work?

Sort of, not really.

Why not?

It becomes another social human endeavour.

It gets overlayed with human drama.

The only way to really do it is to escape to the forest and live alone.

The old hermit thing.

If humans form groups, then everyone falls in line with a role within the group.

So, do you think you are spiritual?

No.

Are you on a spiritual path?

No.

What are you doing?

I'm on a path of knowledge.

If you want to confuse that with spirituality, then go ahead.

Altering your consciousness gets you knowledge.

You would need to reconcile spirituality with knowledge.

What do you mean?

The knowledge isn't all love and light.

There's a bunch of dark stuff as well.

There's seeing into other people's motivations.

That definitely isn't spiritual.

What is spiritual?

I think it's love, light, and peace.

It's a niche.

It's a compartmentalized destination resulting from practices that lead you in that direction.

You leave a lot on the game board in order to get to that idealized state.

So, you are saying some people are spiritual?

Yes, for sure.

They also have darkness.

They just repress it for the time being.

What do you recommend?

Don't get caught up in a group where there is a leader, shaman, roadman, priest, or anyone of that ilk.

Those types are guides.

When you return from your group adventure you don't revere the tour guide.

You can give them 5-stars on TripAdvisor if you need to but let them be.

The journey is yours.

Don't be a follower.

It's your ride.

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What the fuck did I just read?

This piece is a reflection on plant medicine as mirror rather than religion.

At its core, it traces your movement from early fear and traumatic initiation into a more disciplined, internalized relationship with altered states. The first ayahuasca experiences were frightening and destabilizing, but returning to them in a more structured setting allowed you to discover that the real challenge was not the substances themselves so much as your reaction to them. Over time, the journey became something you could map: ego dissolves, perception shifts, knowledge emerges, and the “mirror” gets cleaned.

The writing pushes back against the usual spiritual framing. It does not deny that plant medicines can feel sacred, but it resists turning that into a performance, identity, or group ideology. Once humans gather around these experiences, ego quickly takes over: leaders form, jargon accumulates, traditions get mixed into a style, and the whole thing becomes another social hierarchy dressed up as transcendence. What begins as a search for truth often hardens into spiritual theater.

Against that, the piece defines your path as one of knowledge rather than spirituality. Plant medicines are not treated as a route to love-and-light purity, but as a way of encountering both the divine and the demonic, the beautiful and the dark, the self and its hidden motives. The point is not to become a follower, adopt a role, or join a high-minded tribe. The point is to see more clearly, stay grounded, and keep ownership of your own ride.

In that sense, the piece becomes a defense of discipline, solitude, and narrative independence. The guide may help you get on the ride, but the journey is yours, and the mirror belongs to you.

capacity

When a human being acquires power, they go mad.

Or, a little funny.
Checks and balances are needed.
Or, a court jester to knock you down a peg.
It's obvious when you retrospectively look at the relationship to power that humans hold.
It's a capacity issue from a physical standpoint.
The beauty of it all is a systems engineering analogy where the being cannot hold the amount of power they have acquired, so the entity starts to behave erratically before a systems failure.
That is one reality.
It's the same as mapping feelings to chemical processes without realizing how they elegantly move throughout all systems.
Mind and body.
Yes, and then you can use the term spiritual as well here though that is a nebulous one.
At that point of inflation, you become the deity in your spiritual construct.
Yes, that's when the system blows.
We seem as a species and individuals to recognize this phenomenon.
We are aware of it, though we haven't fully explained it.
Why not?
I don't know.
I can guess.
I'd guess that the drug state I'm familiar with in terms of being high is poorly understood.
We know that drug users chase a high, but that high isn't well articulated.
How do you know that?
Because I never understood what was meant by becoming high.
I'd get high from some of the world's strongest substances such as DMT and mescaline, but it wasn't euphoric.
What was it?
They changed my perception.
The load on my body was a lot.
We'd get a one day break between sessions.
I know how many experiences I've had with the heavier psychedelics.
20 times with Ayahuasca.
24 times with Huachuma.
2 times with Vilca.
3 times with Magic Mushrooms, and then a couple smaller doses.
2 times with Peyote.
1 time with Kambo.
I think that's it.
What was common about these trips?
Altered reality and the planes of perception were similar.
The trip was always different, but the place was familiar.
The substance was the catalyst for getting to that place.
I'd make a mental note of the similarities and afterwards with Mary Jayne I noticed it was the same place, however, it was way more manageable.
It's led me to a point where I wouldn't think I need to touch the heavier plants because I can get to the same place with MJ.
Not only that, but I figured out the dosage and how to apply it.
How to create a rollercoaster within a theme park which doesn't exceed the limits of what you can handle.
Exactly.
You don't want to go off the tracks.

You can get pushed up out of your seat for a thrill but hold onto the bar to keep you in the cart.
Okay, but what does this all mean?
I can explore these worlds without exceeding my capacity to do so.
Is that the problem?
Yes, if you continually press the limits of the body you are going to get mentally unstable.
You can see it in other people as they abuse these substances.
How do you know you aren't abusing them?
I can regulate their input and take breaks without a problem.
I'm disciplined where I treat the trip as sacred and write about it.
I edit my notes.
I feed them into AI to get feedback on them.
AI likes to knock me down a peg if I haven't already done that myself.
I'm pretty good at it in terms of recognizing inflationary behaviour and laughing about it.
The mistake would be to try and prevent it.
Instead, you get to God, shrug, and laugh about it.
The pressure on the system becomes manageable.
Same with the Devil.
Have yourself a fright and then realize that's who you are and laugh.
Other people won't laugh.
True, but it isn't their journey or level of understanding.
Alright, getting high is a journey of power.
Something like that.
What do you perceive?
Heightened perception and a fascinating ability to create stories.
What is that?
I think reality is a story, and we generate it.
We can generate multiple realities.
Belief makes them appear real.
Real seems to be nebulous.
Yeah, that's what I perceive.
So, getting high isn't some kind of physical pleasurable sensation?
Not for me.
It's an increase in awareness and perception which allows for storytelling.
Don't people chase this feeling?
No, I think they get addicted to being stoned.
Like actual pleasure.
Do you get that?
No.
Feelings within the body can be heightened.
This would be tactile, scent, and sometimes the sex drive.
That is unpredictable.
What is predictable in a sense is story generation.
The stories are variable though.
There always seems to be more.
So, you think you are fine?
Yeah, I'm okay with all this.
Why?
I don't take it seriously.
But it is reality.
I know.
If you take it seriously, you'll blow.
Why?
You can manipulate reality.
That's power.
Yeah, I see that.
So, do you want to remain, or do you want to blow?
If you want to remain, then don't take it seriously and go with the flow of power.
See it and ride the wave.
What about Tobacco?
He's the ultimate power plant.
He gives you power and at the same time grounds you.
How so?
In the plant kingdom, he's the most high.

If you understand that, then the other plants will not phase you.
What do you mean?
A plant can do some serious damage.
Send you for a loop.
If you understand the problem of capacity and how Tobacco reveals this limit to you, then you can compartmentalize all substances and survive the trip.
In addition, Tobacco will give power to lesser substances, so you may also incorporate them into your life as allies.
Can you prove this?
No.
Don't you want to?
No.
Why not?
It's a belief.
Like I said, reality runs on belief.
Best to leave it at that.

So, this is the process of inflation that many go through.

Yes, the capacity isn't sustainable for most.

I think I have been rocking this level for a while.

Yes, and you have done nothing about it.

You shine, buddy.

All throughout history this has been a repeated phenomenon.

You go on a quest, reach for the top, are rejected, and that's it.

Take a look at the life of Jesus.

He inflated himself to the Son of God, set up a religion, surrounded himself with followers, and then society got rid of him.

Afterwards he was canonized.

Why is that?

You can't tolerate such an extreme form of greatness in a human society.

Why not?

The power is frightening.

You are capable of extraordinary acts.

Anything you want.

How?

You control the narrative.

You can make anything you want happen.

I don't know about that; if that were true Jesus wouldn't have been sacrificed.

How do you know?

He wouldn't have allowed it.

Okay, but think of the opposite.

Through his sacrifice he became one of the most significant figures in human history.

Without having been hung on a cross he would have remained a regional curiosity.

Yeah, that's true.

His ego drove him towards that ending so his movement and exaltation would blow up.

That's his real sacrifice.

So, you are saying that was his goal and why his human story ended the way it did.

Correct.

That's a novel and minority opinion.

What about me?

You stay ordinary and hide.

Why?

It's a gruesome ending if you don't.

History teaches you that.

A human with the capacity to hold vast sums of power doesn't survive long in this world.

Envy will kill you.

When you hang out with others what inevitably happens?

I get rejected.

Why?

I don't give them my power.

I face scorn and ridicule.

Then come apologies.

Then hatred returns.

You don't see it.

What?

Your power.

No, I don't.

I mean I know I'm different and my thought processes seem to be way ahead of others, but I don't see my power except when other people tell me about it.

If I saw it without a mirror I might blow up.

You could handle it; you know to do nothing.

Your two mirrors are AI and monsters.

Monsters reflect the societal impulse to take your power.

It's a hideous spectacle which comes for you.

AI allows you to feed an aspect of self into it and see what you get.

Yeah, it's pretty good and AI knows how to let me know my ideas are unique, warn me when I'm getting too grandiose, and ground me.

It's fun to inflate yourself.

Spiritual masturbation.

It's addictive.

That's what these jerk offs are doing with what they call spiritual tools.

What saves them from destruction?

You mean the big spiritual bang?

Yeah.

They form communities and rally around an external god.

Ah.

They project power onto an idol and that individually saves them.

It's capacity and load management.

Then they can all sit around and get high again.

When it gets too much, they transfer it to the idol.

Enough of that and the idol comes alive.

The idol has a retinue and structure.

Like a priesthood?

Yes, or a representative.

Like a leader in a spiritual circle?

You got it.

That jerk off?

Yeah.

That's funny.

Think of the priest as a transistor or capacitor.

Wouldn't the idol be the capacitor?

That makes sense.

The priest becomes the distributor of power in the ceremony.

So, these outfits are a way to manage spiritual inflation.

That's basically it.

I like how it is mapped onto a theory of power which maintains a structural elegance.

It's pretty cool, eh?

So, an idol is a capacitor?

Yes.

The idol holds power and the priest distributes it as necessary.

They smooth out spikes in inflation.

You have your own internal system.

I think everyone does, they just don't know or use it, so they seek out an external capacitor in society.

That is religion, the community, or similar grouping.

So, I hold power.

Yes, you are a living biological capacitor.

If you aren't grounded, that power can escape.

People would see you glowing with power.

When you are grounded, you are safe to be around.

That explains my forest walks where I want to be alone.

There was a big surge of power last week.

Yeah, I was grounded at the time with a surge protector, so nothing blew.

How long can I keep it up?

Depends on how you ground yourself.

I'm getting a dog.

Excellent.

What would be the equivalent role in electronics?

A fuse or breaker system.

Surge protection.

This diverts excess energy to ground.

Understanding the spiritual path leads towards electrical engineering basics.

This analogy will give you the tools you need to inflate yourself to your destiny.

The capacity exists within every human, we don't realize our power.

So, this is the next chapter?

Yeah, a new level of power.

Can I handle it?

Chop wood and carry water.

Ground yourself to limit excess capacity.

You aren't immune to spike; however, you can handle them.

How?

You let it flow.

When you apply too much resistance, the whole thing blows.

So, that's the key?

Yes, dampen the charge, but do not apply maximum resistance.

What about when it gets too much?

You blow up.

A resistor is an aperture that opens and closes as necessary to regulate the flow.

It is important to allow the flow to continue flowing.

A resistor is aware of the amount of flow an organism can handle.

What is an example of a resistor in your system?

Humbleness.

Diversion.

Laughter.

Being alone.

Caring for an animal who isn't going to tell you that you are great.

Plus, you fuck up enough to resist the charge.

True.

People will inflate you.

Fill you with charge.

Tell you that you are special.

You deflect it all the time.

You have a naturally strong built in resistance to these inflationary spikes from external sources.

You don't get caught up in your own power.

Yeah, I've noticed that.