Creating a New Self

“To get really high is to forget yourself. And to forget yourself is to
see everything else. And to see everything else is to become an understanding
molecule in evolution, a conscious tool of the universe”.
-Jerry Garcia

I don’t know what He meant by getting High. But I believe what he said was absolutely true. We can attain High by doing meditation or medication. I have tried both. But I prefer the second one, that’s Medication. To do meditation, we need a master. But when we go for medication, we become our own master. I laugh, I cry when I’m high. Then I start to forget myself, as Jerry Garcia said. I forget and forgive myself. The moment I left my body, I could touch the heart of universe. They are called Entheogens; means “generating the divine within”. Aldous Huxley once said that; “May be this world is another planet’s Hell”. Why should I live in Hell when I can choose pleasure? I don’t care if it is legal or not. Why should I care?  I have the key. All I have to do is find the door. I was possessed with a thought that death is the only escape from this reality. But I was wrong. Death is not an escape. It is a phase; we all have to pass through. And no one can escape from death. So instead of embracing death, I decided to go for Medication. And I am here. Everyone is selfish. No one cares. This contagious idea was my inspiration to go green. I had fallen in a coma stage. I wanted to wake up. I wanted to rise. So I choose recreational stuffs. Now I can kiss a dragon. I can speak to fairies. I can understand every molecule in evolution. I don’t know if I am thinking the right thing. But I know there is no wrong in it. But drugs are expensive and death is free. Anyone can die, but not everyone can become a user.

Lullabies

I was in a room with a bunch of Mushrooms. Those Mushrooms were very special. They were Magical. They could show me a world of my own. They could put all of my thoughts in a padded cell. They could free my mind from this reality. I love everything which can alter my mind, which can free my Self from Myself. I was famished. So I started eating the Mushrooms. Eating, eating and eating. I recently read a real life story in RD, of a girl who was suffering with Bulimia Nervosa. She was addicted to food. She couldn't bear it. She threw herself into the hand of dead. While chewing Mushrooms, I was wondering if I had the disease. I was eating too much. Oh! Countless Mushrooms and Infinite Eating. Time was traveling in the speed of Light. I couldn't count how many Mushrooms I had. I was aware, and standing still in the shore of Consciousness. I used to wait for the trip after smoking weed. I could feel the strange sensation in my brain. But this time, I was normal. No Shrooming. But I didn’t doubt my Mushrooms. I know they won’t deceive me. But what happened? Where were the Angels’ Lullabies? Where were the Sufi saints and Buddhist Monks? My Psychedelic Butterflies? Why didn't the Mushrooms let me travel to a world, which exists outside my mind? Was it a dream? Unusual things can happen in a dream. And this was unusual. Eating Psilocybin Mushrooms and not getting Shroomed. Doubts were circling around me like vultures. Now pappa gave me an apple. I’m eating it while typing. Time is 10:09 pm. Back to normal. It’s time to call Insomnia fairy. My friend is waiting for me to call. Yes! It is You.. J . Now you can stop smiling. Keep on talking. I’m listening. J