Hello Zen, Dormouse, and other Elders

I made this post on the Hippy Forum. I'm asking y'all to have a look and comment.
Thanks
Liquid Acrobat (as regards the air)

 

Sometimes you don't get an encore...

The 60s were an intense time. Emotions ran deep. As I see it, the violence ('Nam, riots, assassinations, etc) allowed for the push back of spiritual awakening...and there you were, back from 'Nam full of emotions and looking for something to balance what you saw and felt there.
You were an open book. Such is the way of youth. So you found some fine hippies and saw the "balance" you sought. Acid was a simple gateway to amplify and evolve what you felt.
At that time your journey was beginning....now?...it's been "a long strange trip", eh?
Why shouldn't you reflect on what has been? That's a good thing. Looking back can help see ahead.

Are you expecting an epiphany from your botanical usage?
"not amazing in a deep soulful sense" WOW!!! Expectations will get you every time.
My suggestion...dose, kick back and enjoy. Let things unfold...

One last question. What is it you're still looking for? Bet you a pair of clean socks you already have it.

JMHO...what the fuck do I know???

Zen

 

hehehe! i'm an "elder"? how about that. the idea hadn't occurred to me. anyway, it's almost 2 am and i'm too sleepy to think profound thoughts or search for the right words to convey any profoundities if i thought of any. i'll be back later tho to try to answer your query.

 

okay, i'm back and i've reread your query and to tell you the truth i don't think i can be of much help. i haven't encountered any good clean acid in decades. i don't really go out of my way to look for it anymore. i do partake of shrooms now and then and tho the experience is often intense it's intense in a medatative way, not a totally "out there" trip like acid. and i can't say i've been "astounded" lately. about the only thing that astounds me is the weird (and too often cruel) behaviors of my fellow humans. i just don't understand us most of the time. i'm not jaded exactly as i can be caught in a state of awe by nature, by the flight of a bald eagle over the estuary, by a doe and her spindly legged fawn grazing in my yard or by a full arched rainbow shimmering at the churning dark edge of a storm but i don't need botanical assistance for such things to impress me. i think maybe, just maybe, what your experiencing (or should i say not experiencing) is because once the "super natural" becomes natural it's just not astounding anymore. maybe it's just become normal for you to see "God".

 

Far out that both of you said such similar things, “Bet you a pair of clean socks you already have it.” And, “maybe it's just become normal for you to see ‘God.’” And that’s kind of what I’ve been thinking – that I’ve lived inspired by and (as much as I’ve been able) according to those true visions. So it’s been a blessing and I’ve been aware of that all along. But I still have this thought or kind of a question – what now? I’m working a little and there is family and also these vision quests, like in the Wind Rivers as well as botanicals. I don’t know what I’m looking for, maybe just more of the journey. As you said and I’ve suspected, I may have already found it.

Zen, you sound a lot like my lifelong brother, Jeff: “Sometimes you don't get an encore...” – to which he would add something like, “Did you want to feel special?” Hahahaha, I did.

Thank you a lot for sharing your thoughts. I’ll think about this for awhile. And I apologize for being so slow to respond.

 

Roads Go Ever On



Roads go ever ever on,
Over rock and under tree,
By caves where never sun has shone,
By streams that never find the sea;
Over snow by winter sown,
And through the merry flowers of June,
Over grass and over stone,
And under mountains in the moon.

Roads go ever ever on,
Under cloud and under star.
Yet feet that wandering have gone
Turn at last to home afar.
Eyes that fire and sword have seen,
And horror in the halls of stone
Look at last on meadows green,
And trees and hills they long have known.

The Road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
And I must follow, if I can,
Pursuing it with eager feet,
Until it joins some larger way,
Where many paths and errands meet.

The Road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
And I must follow, if I can,
Pursuing it with weary feet,
Until it joins some larger way,
Where many paths and errands meet.
And whither then? I cannot say.

The Road goes ever on and on
Out from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone.
Let others follow, if they can!
Let them a journey new begin.
But I at last with weary feet
Will turn towards the lighted inn,
My evening-rest and sleep to meet.

Still 'round the corner there may wait
A new road or secret gate;
And though I oft have passed them by,
A day will come at last when I
Shall take the hidden paths that run
West of the Moon, East of the Sun.-JRR Tolkien

 

I thank you for that. True words.

 

There is a magical kinda thing I ran across this post right when I REALLY NEEDED TO HEAR this kinda talk. Synchronicity thats it, this post drew me because the love in it knew I needed a lift and I do thank all.