Sunday, October 29, 2006

Walgreens Silver Sinus

Entheogens: A proper etymon


All terms coined to describe the Mexican sacred drugs, (the peyote, the teonanacatl, and ololiuqui with LSD which keeps a very narrow chemical-spiritual relationship and mode of action) are inadequate. Hallucinogen , which comes from 'freak' is associated with being crazy or wander. Humphry Osmond coined the word psychedelic ('revealing of the mind') avoid using the prefix 'psycho' to avoid linking him to the term psychotic. However, these precautions were insufficient. On the other hand, the abuse that the pop culture of the seventies made that word keeps us from holding that a shaman have psychedelic experiences . Aldous Huxley proposed use phanerothyme ('manifesting the soul') to talk about substances such as mescaline:

To make this trivial world sublime Take half a gram of
fanerotime. Entheogens

the term has been more accepted by those who study these drugs. Entheos is a word that was used to describe the state in which one finds when God has entered your body . Applied to prophetic trances, erotic passion and artistic creation, as well as those religious rites in which mystical states were experienced through substances which were transustanciales with the deity. The root gene denotes the action of becoming. In a strict sense is a term only for those drugs that produce views such as religious or shamanic rites.

Saturday, October 28, 2006

Manual Duracell Value

The Tarahumara, Antonin Artaud


Modern life lags behind something and not the Tarahumara Indians over the world today.

I wait a couple of days after each electroshock for dialogue with Artaud makes any sense. Your pain is central, it plays in your body, in each of its cells. Doctors try to be removed by destroying the connections of his mind that, against all odds in science, he still manages brilliantly expressed through words. We are in the clinic
Ivry, is a cold February 4, 1948, and he writes Tutuguri , the last of the texts included in this book about the Tarahumara, started twelve years earlier in Mexico. Just one more month, and only 51, will die. We often talk
about the alchemy of senseless pain you live in Europe. He tells me that at first believed that Surrealism was the solution for polluted continent rationalism. But being too rigid, his political exile, revealed the precariousness of the movement. Egyptian mythology, Tibetan, Kabbalah and the Celts were other veins through which sought the essence of self.
In 1936 visited Mexico and lived among the Tarahumara Indians, where there is more rugged Sierra Madre. He said he expected of them without betraying the origin of man, waiting know a truth that they had retained . He found a people whose history can be read on the geography of the mountains, whose rites played a transparent communication with God is reached through the path of Ciguri .
The Ciguri is the ritual of a dance and the body of a plant, peyote. With this rite the Tarahumara shed their appearance until they reveal their true selves. Artaud participated in this ritual.
With him, the man is alone, I said, desperately and playing music from his skeleton, without father, mother, family, love, god, or society. And you walk the equinox to the solstice, holding yourself your own humanity. Peyote
continues, leads to self to its authentic sources. When you leave a similar vision status can not be confused again, as before, lies with the truth.
Perhaps our civilization could overcome their frustration if all drink the Ciguri, comment.
these priests say Ciguri , she replies, that peyote is not given to everyone and that accessing it is to be predestined. Sometimes
approach
cities, he tells me, to see how men are to be wrong. I asked how living in the cities, do not handle money. I said to beg, and if given not say thanks. Because for them to give those who have nothing is not even a duty, Reciprocity is a law of physics that has betrayed the White World.
In the pages of this book asked me to read, perhaps his most metaphysical, a hyper-blend of the environment and the very existence, to poetry and Christian delusions, obsessive images of trying to shed, on his journey towards a knowledge primitive.

The Tarahumara, Antonin Artaud. Tusquets, 1985, 184 pp.

Monday, October 23, 2006

Gold Diggers Of The Zodiac

LSD, Albert Hofmann

The possibility of supporting a substance meditation aimed at the mystical experience of reality, both higher and deeper, I see the true importance of LSD. An application This aspect corresponds completely with the nature and type of action of LSD as a sacred drug. Imagine

many men without noticing, walking on keys, many keys you do not see the ground. Only one of them serves to eliminate the boundary between self and matter. Only one man is able to find that key. The subtitle of this book (Louis Pasteur) said: In the fields of observation chance favors not only the prepared mind . Hofmann was the prepared mind. Discovered LSD as a shaman exploring the forest, thousands of years, discovered the magical properties of a fungus. In our Western civilization, only a man devoted to science, could recover the lost entheogen, that he used the Greek culture (the basis of our civilization) in the Eleusinian mysteries, until Christianity forbade it. However, this finding resulted in adverse consequences. Such as a knife can save someone, in the hands of a doctor, or take his life in the hands of a criminal, LSD showed two faces. Its use soon exceeded medical research, to be used as a stimulant. This indiscriminate use was soon serious incidents (suicides, accidents, crime). LSD, like the rest of the Mexican sacred drugs, (the peyote, the teonanacatl, and ololiuqui, with the LSD keeps a very narrow chemical-spiritual relationship and mode of action) can be used as an entheogen (developer of inner divinity) or as a narcotic (etymologically, that makes stupid ). Hofmann from the start he was responsible for the danger involved play with a substance that affects the spiritual center of personality.
few months ago I, with two friends, nature sanctuary, for a session with LSD. We prepared days in advance. We had antidotes (milk and oranges) in case it was necessary to cut a bad trip. It was not necessary. As he began the effect we were together, laughing at anything, but when the effect ended up destroying the time, everyone was walking alone. Then began the journey inward and outward, dissipating the ego that led us minutes before the conversation. The words are too coarse a filter that prevents preverbal immersed in that state. Sometimes he remembered feeling that he had not since childhood. I realized that I wrapped mythological relationship. I was able to see how the thin clouds were sometimes crossed the sky. And how the plants they ate. Hofmann
This book gives us many tales of LSD trips of great personalities of the era, including his first experience, unexpected and fearful about the outcome uncertain. Travel with various entheogens, along with Gordon Wasson and Maria Sabina (which found that psilocybin pills Hofmann had synthesized by the spirit of teonanacatl). Travel to mystical enlightenment, of emptiness and anguish asphyxiating; trips described by poets, psychologists, artists, writers, philosophers, hippies. Hofmann
exposes these experiences, perhaps to say that only the prepared mind in , LSD possible experience growing up feeling that the self and the creation as a single unit.

LSD, the history of LSD, Albert Hofmann, Gedisa, 227 pp.

Barasoain Parish Church Telephone

Opio, Jean Cocteau


Attention: it is advisable to read this book together with a joint. So you can read what the hand can not write. Mauricio
Wacquez (translation and foreword to the book)

was in my teens when I thought that Cortázar was the best storyteller who had walked this planet, that I first learned of this book. According to him, reading Opium had completely changed their view of literature and had led to understand surrealism. For months I searched Opio. Not find it. Over time I became increasingly difficult to read Cortázar, until completely forgot Cocteau's book. Many years later I saw him on a shelf. By then I had tried opium and my interest was not Cortazarian but personal. expecting a book full of dreams, visions dreamlike, surreal imagery. Although I knew that opium, more than a trip like LSD, is a wakeful state of hibernation, expect to find a literary version of Dali. None of that is in this book. Neither delusions of Burroughs in Naked 's Feast. But rather the unfolding of a critical consciousness that observes their addiction. The book has a subtitle: Diary of a detox . As the history of a Scientific, Cocteau has its own blog, but their results are not statistics, but poetry.
For Cocteau detoxification is a slow wound and smoking a perfect masterpiece, formless and judges. Therefore tell a smoker in constant euphoria that degrades is like saying the marble that has been damaged by Michelangelo, the paper that has been soiled by Shakespeare, the silence has been broken by Bach. Cocteau
never betrays the opium: I owe my hours perfect, he says, and laments that instead of improving detoxification, the medicine does not try to turn the opium harmless.
Composed
fragments, some notable, other expendable, Cocteau exhibits less vital literary surrealism. Opium, like childhood, allows one to become what he wants.
Opium clears the mind. Never makes one spiritual. Expands the spirit. Not acute.

But his attention is not set in that magical power, but in the cruel battle, the drama of detoxification. Do we wrote this book because it dominated the opium, or opium dominated by writing this book?
advise the patient that he had abstained for a week to sink the head on one arm, stick your ear to the arm, and wait. Searing, riots, sweatshop, armies to flight, flood, the ear hears everything an apocalypse of the starry night the human body.
It is noted in the process with clarity addicted. Warns small traps that brought the detoxification and is able to record these traps to get rid of them. At the end says he is cured, but asks: " smoke again? The answer is almost a declaration of love, waiting there, who is addicted to reading this book.

Opio, Jean Cocteau. Editorial Sudamericana, 2002, 201 pages.