HE to Suttercane: You’ve “done both acid and mushrooms several times”, fine, but you evidently haven’t been called.
I recognize or accept that most LSD trippers have never gotten past the “elevator in the brain hotel” stage.
But after all the jacks are in their boxes, and the clowns have all gone to bed…
Jimi Hendrix didn’t write this, but it’s no less true: “You can lead a horse to water, but you can’t make him drink.”
You don’t have to drop acid to realize that we’re all intertwined and vulnerable…this shared symphony of ours so delicate and ethereal…all of us (okay, some of us) humming the same ohhm, sharing the same pulse…everything and everyone in ways that defy strenuous attempts to explain. And all you have to do is let it in. Or not. But it’s there either way.
The writings of Herman Hesse, Alan Watts…Jay Stevens’ book “Storming Heaven”…even Tom Wolfe captured a slice of it in “The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test”…George Harrison’s “Within You, Without You”…c’mon man, you’re insulting these guys and the inner deliverance they knew and spoke of by comparing their cosmic spiritual transcendence to some Pentecostal holy–roller in Texas…Jesus H. Christ.
I wouldn’t touch LSD with a 20-foot pole today, but without it I never would have known what I STILL KNOW without question today, for whatever that’s worth.
The proverbial door didn’t open for me until my second (or was it my third?) trip, but after what felt like a lifetime of living in a kind of sedate middle-class prison (I was 20 or 21 at the time), the bars melted away and I felt cleansed…I was at one with the angels.
“I know, I know, you’ll probably scream and cry that your little world won’t let you go…”
Cary Grant wrote and spoke extensively about where LSD led him, but he never spoke of any kind of satori or enlightenment or Godhead consciousness. The benefit, he said, was in the realm of psychological excavation…he felt that it cut away the cobwebs and led him into a state of clarity about who, where and what he was.
Nothing wrong with that in the slightest, but Grant apparently wasn’t “called” either…not in the Baba Ram Dass or “Bhagavad Gita” sense, I mean.
Incidentally: The correct phrasing is “all those cretins you look down upon.”
That none-too-hip Facebook guy said Grant spent a lot of time “stoned” on acid. Hendrix qualified that…”not necessarily stoned but beautiful.”