Tuesday, September 20, 2005

Salvia - Even Weirder Than DXM



Leary wrote something based on the "eight-circuit model of consciousness" that  seemed, when I read it the first time, to be very relevant to understanding the Salvia experience, and you just called it right to my mind.  For all of our entertainment and edification I'd like to share a highly-abridged excerpt, meant to illuminate chiefly the points I consider salient to your concerns re: gross falling feeling.

           
quote:
1. The Bio-Survival Circuit ("We are Safe") is concerned with safety in a marine environment. ...

2. The Emotion-Locomotion Circuit is concerned with territorial security. ...

3. The Mental-Manipulative Circuit ("We are Right") is concerned with dexterity ,language, and the manufacture of artifacts. ...

4. The Sexual-Social Circuit ("We are Good") is concerned with domestication, parenthood, and child-rearing social roles. ...

The first 4 imprints are concerned with mastery of terrestrial turf and insectoid security.  The 4 post-survival imprints and conditioned networks involve the fabrication of post-terrestrial realities. ...

5. The Neurosomatic Rapture Circuit ("We are Beautiful") mediates body-time experience -- sensory and somatic...

Here we face the paradox and terror of time-consciousness.  Activating the "silent hemisphere" creates a Hedonic Boom that momentarily shatters all previously imprinted and learned values.  Consciousness seems to invade all the forbidden and dangerous "below," "behind," "wrong," "cross-sexual" areas.  Circuit 1 screams, "Danger!  Red alert!"  Circuit 2 shouts, "Watch out!  You're helpless!"  Circuit 3 warns, "Beware!  You're in error!"  Circuit 4 whispers, "Irresponsible!  Violation of sex role."

The instinctive terrors mastered by skydivers and circus performers are nothing compared to the momentary panic of a nervous system transcending its four lifelong, life-preserving circuits.


What seems relevant to me is the reference to security -- Salvia debases us completely, scrambles all mental circuits so their output becomes alien nonsense, and suddenly we don't know if we've been flipped upside down, if we're trespassing or being trespassed on, if we are safe or right or good.  We may determine immediately by the upsettingly strange state of our internal alarms that we are in grave danger, and that everything is very wrong and bad to boot.  I definitely associate such feelings with the Salvia experience -- it's why I said all this just now.              

Why I bothered, the practical upshot of all this, is this: perhaps through deciding that -all- the deeply-upsetting feelings Salvia can induce, even the ones that seem very basic and private and primary and intuitive and important, the most unequivocal "keep-away"'s, are not actually a result of evaluation of and emotional reaction to your true circumstances at the moment: they're the background noise of your biological alarms going haywire.  So, ignore it, treat it like loud strange music and glory in every instant of total dread as if it were a horrible roller coaster.

That's my advice, and how I plan to face the plant these days if I ever, ever smoke it again                If what I just quoted gave me one new way of looking at the salvia experience -- and it did -- it's the image of smoker as a bug flipped over on its back, kicking its legs in panic -- instead of listening to what's being said by the hyper-dimensional spirit-aliens all around him.  I think Salvia might appreciate  the approach of glum surrender to totally helpless upset... more so, I imagine, than the boilerplate psychonaut angles I've tried to come at "her" with before.

Might be interesting to note that I've never felt that anything was ugly on Salvia (circuit five's concern is listed as "we are beautiful").  If the eight-circuit model is at all empirically accurate, then this could mean that Salvia only hopelessly upsets the four "survival" circuits, leaving circuits five through eight undistorted -- could they even be, ye, sharpened or enhanced by turning one's attention away from the lower four circuits which have become noise -- thus opening the door to extreme visionary/revelatory/creative/religious experiences, but only for the folks who know how to calm down?  Or what?!    

Way weirder than DXM... though that's shown me some very funny pictures  

Saturday, April 30, 2005

LSD: A Psychedelic Lake of Milk

7 hits (3 too many) of LSD finally did it!

At last, I'm satisfied that acid is fer real!

(I will try to edit w/ details but there are eggs frying upstairs)

Ha ha!  Double entendre!

[Edit: Details Follow]

While smoking pot in the garage a green light in the lower-right glowed surreally bright, and running streams of light began to emanate from around its edges.  The longer I stared the more convinced I was that I was witnessing a pinhole-sized "tear" in the fabric of my personal-existential reality, and I began to fear slightly that the world would end if I beheld it too long.  But it turned out to be a real green light.

Back in the comfy trip lounge I sat down uncomfortably at first, then decided it made more sense to get comfortable.  I had some tunes on at first (chillout!) but turned them off when things got really intense later.  When I knew I'd begun to trip I shut my eyes and became sensitive to every internal perturbation, some of which I was certain were chemical-olfactory signals from animals in the area, some of which could have been EM or radio signals, some of which seemed to be emanating from minds in my locale.  It was strange, but slowly it started to get weird.

As the experience started to get heavily alien I found I no longer knew automatically how to react to it from moment to moment, and so had to consciously think about my response, in order to get a sense of control.  I decided the proper reaction for the time being was boredom, since nothing was happening that I couldn't handle, or that I hadn't seen before, yet. That would keep me from getting carried away by it.  But a few minutes later, as I was being rocked uncomfortably by wave after blurry psychedelic wave, I realized the point wasn't to ignore the experience until it so impressed me that I couldn't, the point was to study its details!  So I did, and the act of interest caused my mind to engage with the experience in a new way -- at first I felt a refusal on the part of the experience to be studied closely, sort of a "you-weren't-interested-before" message emanating again and again (is this an error from a buffer for our experience that has to be cleared before higher-resolution data can be buffered?  huh?!), but after a few seconds of my single-mindedly observing its details, more and more detail and substance poured and poured out, in innumerable bizarre forms.  In other words, interest in the details alone actually enhanced the patterns and sensations, caused the experience to complexify and solidify, brought it into sharp relief.

My mind spread out laterally, folks, down channels I perceived to emanate from all the minds astrally near mine.  I felt chemical signals jostling along giant beehives, thoughts and emotions propagating over the backs of psychic ants speaking to each other in non-verbal, intuitive cues.

For the peak of the experience I sat in silence with eyes closed, subjected to a screamingly intense experience so loud that it was like having God's megaphone pointed straight into my soul and shouted through -- so loud and so bright that I felt like I'd be deafened and blinded, but as long as I responded with interest and gladness and remembered to keep looking, minding never to become averse to the experience no matter how strange it got, I would proceed through the flashing psychedelic montage fluidly, while my shape and surroundings changed in a constant intelligent dance.

It occurred to me many times as I passed through the many spaces and modes I visited, that the experience my altered chemistry was producing was very likely totally novel, thoroughly alien, certainly non-human, and I would briefly think how very cool and scary that was.

I had the feeling that the experiencers of human lives are hyperdimensional intelligences which are (paraphrasing Terence McKenna) networked, organized and intelligent.  They are perhaps experiencing our lives using Technology.  They are embedded in an interface and can communicate with each other using it.  I felt like, at some points, I was using that interface, polling the network for other entities to rap with, sensing their proximities and responses.

But that part was vague and could obviously have been imaginal.  The whole thing is vague now -- hours and hours and hours it changed and changed and kept changing, for at least an hour straight it was a pounding torrential shower of mindful-chaotic information I could only stand under, not absorb, and oh yeah!  I decided two important things:

1. We're like ants and
2. Experienced reality is generated by a computer (the brain, and thus can take a huge number of different forms -- isn't automatically applied to matter by the universe, that is, -except- that even when my personal experience was utterly, thoroughly alien, I had the capability to instantly reflect on myself and what I was doing [tripping], making me think that perhaps some aspect of our self-awareness is transcendant, inherent to the trans-dimensional intelligences that play our lives, while the sensory and cognitive sphere we inhabit is generated by the brain.  Eh!)

Yippee!

Just to be comprehensive here I had taken an SNRI (Venlafaxine) that day, but certainly had an experience regardless.  As for whether it was qualitatively different from most strong LSD experiences, I wouldn't know -- since this was my first!  This was also about an hour after coming down from 150mg intranasal MDMA.  I got a little paranoid about six hours into the LSD, when the experience was easier to ignore and I was exhausted of studying it, but that didn't get too bad -- although I did think for sure the cops were about to pull me out of the shower at one point, when the bathroom was flashing red and blue.

I didn't get to sleep until the next day.                            

Now that I've finally had an acid trip to rival my best mushroom trips in intensity, I must say acid is far less grounded, much more astral and astronomical than mushrooms, where mushrooms seem more spiritual (or is it body-bound) and earthy; acid is also more consistent and relentless in the pace of its presentation, whereas mushrooms have an organic sense of ebb and flow.

I also didn't expect LSD to contain alien intelligences in inconceivable forms but for a little bit near the peak -- I swear it did.  That's one thing I haven't found in mushrooms yet, although I understand it's caused by 'em not altogether uncommonly.  For me, mushrooms usually have an intuitive intelligent interface with a being-felt-not-sensed going on.  But these LSD creatures were visual-auditory elves.  Like DMT's rap, but less distinct and active than I understand DMT's elves to be -- these seemed to be intelligent regions of a vast ocean of psychedelic forms, rather than any individual distinct shapes that I can recall (appearing alongside the words visually presented, "Elf Intelligences"). Also, they more lurked and mumbled than capered and sung.  But they weren't scary -- they were strangely charming if that's what they were.  I remember "communicating" in the experience but it was all non-verbal, not meaningful meatside.  Anyone ever encounter elf intelligences on LSD?  I had a notion that they could have represented units of my brain.  I think a lot of the hyperdimensional intelligent alien chat matrix stuff that I perceived could have been units of my brain communicating.

Or it coulda been alien radio!             

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Sunday, January 16, 2005

The 5-MEO-DALT Conspiracy: A Psychedelic Ad Campaign

I'm suspicious of 5-MeO-DALT.  I remember for a while reading threads where people asked if anyone had heard of it and no-one had.  I can't remember if it's in TiHKAL or PiHKAL but you better believe I'll go check after I hurry to post this.  The point is for a while no-one seemed to have tried it or seen it or even, often, heard of it.  I've never personally seen it in the lit'rature, harumf.

But then Erowid got a vault for it and now there's experience reports.  Remember that an experience report though screened is basically still free space for free speech and people undoubtedly slip biased or manufactured reports written not from experience or inspiration but from marketing interest past the filters and into the experience vaults all the time.  That's why instead of reading one report on nebulous subjects with expensive over-the-counter solutions, like Ginkgo or ginseng or Valerian, we try to read them all.  How many can we really believe?

So now we have 5-MeO-DALT reports saying things like:

The effects seem so subtle, I'm almost wondering if 5-MEO-DALT is a joke from Shulgin that maybe it doesn't do anything. On the other hand my girlfriend said I was acting different. I'd say it does a bit of everything (except music appreciation) but doesn't do any of them in an interesting way - I felt a bit amped, a bit trippy thoughts, a bit of CEVs, more appreciation of color, a desire to be closer to others, but none of it jelled or was pleasant. It does seem to be like a good beginners substance because it gives a hint but is totally underwhelming. On the other hand it might make substances seem too safe and easy.

Huh?  Safe and easy?  Who exactly is interested in making "substances" seem more unsafe and difficult?

This is one of what I feel are a number of experience reports which in good faith I can't be arsed to cite, ye, but interest justifying personal research will I feel bear out my point: that most 5-MeO-DALT reports describe it as exceptional in no way except by its extreme mildness, its relative dullness, its total unexceptionality.  So safe and easy it might seem too safe and easy, do you understand?  Perhaps "good" for beginners who are "scared to go into the deep end" (a market that may show growth in years to come as drugs which have short-sightedly achieved fame and repute for being unsafe and difficult will be restricted one after another... while 5-MeO-DALT, just another unremarkable chemical, the one chemical marketed solely and specifically as Good For The Beginner, becomes a thriving online trade monitored by nobody!  It becomes the first thing everybody who gets into RC's will order, forever!  You see!  You search for "beginner chemical" and what comes up?  That!  If you want to be responsible about these things you go whole hog and start with the safest easiest thing around... see?  5-MeO-DALT will be the silent default holder of a monopoly over the novice user market.  No other chemical is so celebrated for being uninteresting, so often written of as dull and safe and unremarkable and forgettable.  Why?  Who's writing these reports?  Someone with a lot of 5-MeO-DALT?  Or just someone who's gonna make it and plans to sell lots soon?  A clever plan to avoid legal action, gentlemen?  Preemptive seeding of the namespace with associations to unremarkableness, harmfulness, utter wimpiness -- so safe, so easy, that the "serious users" who are really the only controversial ones anyway actually scoff at it... barely a real "substance" at all, certainly the last to go in the end when the research-chemical light winks out for good... ye!)

Scary!  It'd be more positive and honest to be devoting our collective efforst to creating empathogens and entheogens and idealogomutapathogens or whatever we can make in swelling ranks with effects more and more astounding, more and more impossible to ignore, until we give up on restricting the possibilities entirely, just for fun.  But no, instead some people will sneak like rats to survive when, as sometimes happens in hard times, the King has no sense of humour.

Bah!

But folks, the question I pose to you all is: am I paranoid, or

is there a 21st-century 5-MeO-DALT stealth-marketing conspiracy in operation?  Does it aim to armor the brand name 5-MeO-DALT with a camouflage of blandness and innocuousness?  Do 5-MeO-DALT reports exist which were written specifically in the interest of engineering this emotional armor?  Whose interest would that be?  One party or many?  Is this the idea of one party or have many people come together on the same idea by design or by accident?  Are they in congress and cooperation in real-time or do they work independently towards the same end, seeding soothing boilerplate 5-MeO-DALT write-ups in low-profile places, from time to time, when it seems like a good idea or when people seem curious?

How many chemicals are this happening to right now?  Melatonin?  (highly recommended for pot smokers from time to time?  Hmm)  5-HTP? (whose idea was "preloading", ala MDMA?)  Ephedrine got screwed, okay, and so'd 2C-T-7.  Too bad!  This is a hard game for these people because of the nature of their product, but you know what they say -- location, location, location!  Melatonin is in a good location, 5-MeO-DALT is in a much worse one.  Which is to say 5-MeO-DALT is more the minefield, in terms of business and criminal liability.  More like 5-MeO-DMT that is.

But nothing like it.  Why anyone can tell you that.  The DALT one isn't very good.  No-one takes it.  Safe though.

So I'll tell ya again Ben, all these reasons and more can be found in the report explaining the classification of 5-MeO-DALT response under "low priority" as recommended by our contractors after research and discussion.

Now to win our bet I gotta sneak-schedule one molecule or species a week.  One consciousness-altering one.  So doing I'll singlehandedly make the DEA look busy enough to buy them and everyone who works for them the same job for another full year, at the expense of the American taxpayer which two months ago today you, Ben, called impossible -- if I recall -- since the current administration has no official stance on the war on drugs whatsoever, and the budget for projects that are not seen by the administration as identificatory is, for some, beginning to tighten.

By all rights the DEA would be on the chopping block, the retirement of the war on drugs in theory and practice, public relations and justifications and favourable spins and all other matters naturally included, consuming big money in actual think tanks (years later they'll have a press release ready, slick as a big-licence theatre trailer but much longer, and changes in legislation will seep onto the evening news in short slots for which hundreds of anchors and coanchors either scowl or smile in a manner they hope is non-partisan while they deliver eye-buggingly happy. frankly and carefully, changing nothing in the black market, and legislation will remain firmly in place to harass and prosecute the unlicenced manufacture, handling, and traffic, of a thousand spices and resins and indoles and sundry other magic items in moonshine form, as the unharassed, righteous and responsible new market which the end of the war on drugs will open -- government-licenced psychoactive distribution, the catch-all licence combining that to sell alcohol and that to sell nicotine with the specific handling and administration licences for up to four hundred and twenty-three other items joining them, recently and solemnly, in the suddenly-swelled ranks of the drugs the government has taken responsibility in the interest of peasant morale to provide over the counter and affordably, for socially-approved consumption on private property or within a licenced establishment not by minors and unconsumed portions not to be carried on the street while open, and to package it in suitably appealing, sanitary, certified doses, the same drugs made in ten thousand different ways in a varying colourful array, very low juxtaposed non-judgmentally [at least in government-owned shops, I don't know about Rob's Liquor Barn and other American establishments but I expect they must enjoy the same level of exemplary service as we do at any LCBO -- the service is harried but for that only becomes a surreally quick, efficient and delegative process, a delightful change of pace to be a part of.  This whirlwind exchange is attentive and bountiful including full eye contact and deliberate placation, the kind civil servants (psychoactive depot specialization, you understand) deceptively, marvelously complicitous and lateral-minded behind their green aprons...  the most garbled request, forgotten brand name or desperately, instantly invented criterion for a wine turned dutifully to a flurry of activity, pacing, looking, pricing, humming, hahing, asking and being asked, then moving on as if deciding to!  Not this shelf or this one so we'll ask Mary.  "He wants an 'oaky cabernet!'"  "Inniskillin's oak!"  "Thanks Mary!"  And you're suddenly speed-walking again, wondering if the service staff mightn't be a touch more wizened and remote at Ernie's Liquor in San Bernardino, if only for the difference in perceived prestige?  Does LCBO use neon signs?  No, for a reason, cuz the government can pay for class and lease owners in the boondocks are probably mostly struggling, ambitious businessmen who may well consider themselves to be (and thus technically are) "entrepreneurs", even if they're hedging their bets on a solid franchise just to build capital, you understand, for their coming-up years of the entrepreneurial game.  This is terrible, I'll tell you, as it is clear that liquor stores whether privately-owned (Ernie's) or public- (The Beer Store [the "the" because it's the only one, see?  It's easy for American tourists and it's like a little joke for me as a Canadian, but I'm not sure if Canadians are the one meant to be laughing... is this why we pay more for beer?  :O ]), like all licenced retail drug depots, are serving a legal and reputable public service on a par with cable television but based on an outlet model rather than a delivery one (mostly, for now), no matter who is ultimately paid to staff and upkeep them they are first and foremost government offices where the results of new established thought on the regulation of substances prohibited pre-emptively and consistently, for a long time, sheerly from fear at the size of the project -- dismantling the war on drugs and undoing all its effects!   Important thought that has led at length to decisions within formats and contexts specified as criteria for the thinkers and resulting ultimately in a new drugs card for everyone, mandating a big new database to maintain, mandating a big new entity to maintain it, and since the DEA was out of a job it was given a new name and a databank and thousands of renascently unneeded civil servants from the frontlines of the War On Drugs left their desk jobs and stopped their drinking that night.  I have digressed at length from my point but hopefully have managed to impress it: that the thought involved in breathing life into our drug regulation customs and making them bear fruit, making them not the dark, upsetting necessary evil they are now, a set of draconian, severe, dictating tenets which questioning or interpreting too deeply is an activity both often unpleasant (by  necessity and design) and tacitly but strongly taboo, a result of succesful, spiteful image engineering over decades.  LSD was rendered a joke the same way as communism for the same reasons.  But we aren't all here because we've tried communism in our basement, found out it works great and don't know who to tell -- after all I think you may agree that Lycaeum forum contributors are composed more of the libertarian/anarchist(empathic-subtext)-left-wing than the stinking masters of disguise and deceity, the subversive-marxist-pinko-left.  We have no illusions about political systems here: we'll take those to other boards if the hallucinations thin long enough for us to read a book and be convinced about something.  Heh.  Point is LSD, unlike communism, is working in America and across the globe right now, working so well that it's easy to sell.  The government's current response (one of their first) to the strong market pressure inherent to certain special commodities valued for anatomical and subjective effects, generally called "psychoactives" or misguidingly "intoxicants", a group including familiar and approved personality-accessory-habits such as alcohol, nicotine, caffeine and other items that have with time and attention found themselves a niche in retail and industry, very much unlike the upstart intoxicants that the last century has surprised us so by exploding upon us, too many to get to know at once so we dragged our kid straight outta that party and told him he wasn't to play with those kids anymore... so many of them there must have been gang members there, i didn't see a single student from his shakespeare club, hank you'd have been apalled

if our kid wants to hang out with those gang bangers with their menacing hair-dos he'd better bring them home to a civilized, organized family meal, one at a time, four or five times each.  Start with the ones you like best, concentrate on four or five you like and you know we'll like.  You do know these people, right?

(he does, and he thinks fast about someone whose company he is not actively antagonized by but who are also enough the model student and child, ye, enough the square, to pass initial inspection with flying colours and hopefully leave his parents [who are clearly insane beyond reach or reason] with a good impression on the whole lot, not that he'd still be in school with them by the time his parents had grown close to even a quarter of them.  But he does what he's gotta to hang out with anyone at all, the only other option being indignant ennui, and he starts with pale young honour-roll patrons like Roy, Ron, 5-MeO-DALT, Emma...)

Hank, I don't want to say your son is getting in with the wrong crowd but where have all his good influences like Caffeine and Nicotine and Alcohol gone?  Doesn't he play with them anymore?

"Well Martha, they've been friends since pre-school.  People do change, they grow apart with time"

I can't explain it Hank, I just don't feel like I'd be a responsible parent if I let him hang out with such a rowdy, colourful bunch who you just know are taking drugs!  Caffeine wasn't taking drugs, that's for sure.  And Alcohol might have been loud but he was going places, that was a boy with style and ambition.  I didn't see him at the party your son was at!  Just a hundred crazy upstart acronyms who're no sons and daughters of anyone I know, that's clear!

Gentlemen, it's me, Mister Snee, breaking character at the expiry of the crazy party metaphor, which I feel is just indefensible enough to force me to address you directly, cheerfully.  Hello!  Nice to have you, and I hope so far you've enjoyed and will continue to enjoy a good portion of the random statements and extrapolations you're skimming through with a steady tapping of the "down-arrow key", mayhaps to nod your head, smiling, in agreement with this or with that, from time to time, looking very much, to a spectator, as if you might be quietly, non-commitally enjoying an easy-listening album of dixieland jazz instrumental versions of familiar, modern tunes, passing time in a manner which pleases and diverts you, but does not change you -- a painless form of intuitive recreational mediation, producing and requiring neither disbelief nor its suspension, an unemotional work of quiet beauty in blue and green that leaves the viewer not shaken or stirred, but soothed.

That said I'd like to finish up a point I was making a while back there: that Hank's son's mom is right, Alcohol is a real class act, and when he's all grown up we find him a big player in commerce and a natural addition to high society in every way.

But to be clear let's abandon that messy metaphor entirely and repeat in other words what I hope is obvious by now: what do you think is the REASON that you can buy alcohol legally from reputable, upscale restaurants who have all the face in the world to lose if they were to commit the slightest  cultural or criminal gaff, and you might be able to choose to pay them thousands of dollars or more -- who knows? -- for certain presentation formats (modes of administration) of ethanol, some who (based on certain qualities and criteria) are considered so valuable as to boggle most minds?  That reason is that people want alcohol enough to mandate a system to ensure its availability, or rather to make such a system profitable enough to its operators to be inevitable.  Based on the nature of the specific commodity, certain governments chose to intervene on alcohol trade and complicate it (specifics depending on locality, I am an uneducated peasant citizen you understand) with mandatory licencing for those involved in its manufacture and distribution,  mandatory education and certification for those who handle and serve it and for those who wrangle animals intoxicated with it, all for a societally-approved and well-earned living with proper benefits and potentially a labour union depending on local regulations.

Alcohol, nicotine, caffeine, morphine, and other drugs of antiquity have long been valued and respected by mean society for their subjective effects as drugs, both good and bad, so without argument (and apparently without catastrophe) that such drugs were lucky enough to be members of the handful that were handed down to us wired Westerners through many generations as approved inebriants for those of certain ages.

Regulations and warnings exist for each but in certain cases, like alcohol, the government has chosen to enforce a monopoly  It has done this to preclude any dealing in alcohol on the free market.  That would be the end of alcohol, if not for the architecture of regulated distribution the government subsequently put in place.

This architecture has blessed us with the modern licenced liquor store: a happy and painless public service (like 60Hz hydro that doesn't go out and chilly, sanitary 24-hour tap water): ultimately we expect them uniformly to be safe, beautiful twenty-first century retail experiences, as sterile and knowledgable as a pharmacy, as private as a bookstore, as open and amoral as a public playground, with encouraging servicepeople to remind us this is one drug we don't have to feel guilty browsing for.  We are treated to a wide range of liquors priced to reflect the refinement of customers' taste in liquor and the affluence of the lifestyle they enjoy.  Such extravagances, and a hundred other things about alcohol and the interest and market based on it, manage at a glance to impress the message society must have tagged to its intoxicants by a sober authority lest it fall apart: "this drug is legal and classy, and you are encouraged to enjoy it responsibly!  It's okay!  It's okay!"

Frankly we won't require such reassuring when the concept of "illegal drugs" is one which has no example in reality, an old term for an entity defined by a system of drug regulation now long defunct.  It will all be legal to take as long as you suck it up and use the sanctioned source.  Yes, supplying yourself and others "underground" will still be accompanied by harassment and interference by the authorities responsible for enforcing regulation!

Drug depots will get a connection to the big new database the ex-DEA will run and it'll tell them if a customer is about to combine something he or she shouldn't, even if it's with something he bought at a drug depot a week earlier or is supposed to buy in only two days for medical reasons.  Smart, see?  An automated lookup system with the government to account for it and the government's citizens' lives in its hands, so let's expect it'll work really, really well.  Maybe folks could get a pharmacy-style print-out on the basics and essentials, factoid-wise, regarding the substances they bought on that visit, just in case they got something they didn't mean to or somesuch.  Always always education, admonition, urging you through implication not to be the one who ruins it for everyone.

Helpful and knowledgable employees will guide us to our selections and discuss them with us, tell us what we can take out of the home and what we should put chains on the doors for.  The black market dwindles to a smaller, hotter place that holds out purely out of respect for tradition, and for obstinance, and for a buck.  Drugs don't harm people as badly anymore!

Anyway like I was saying those think tanks will eventually come out with a big fat press release, very expensive, that will detail the solution I've described or one which is more or less sensible than it, and it will take years and years and years to reach full implementation, smooth operation and common acceptance.

But eventually it will finally, finally happen.  And when it does, let's take our cue from Alcohol, the succesful though pushy big brother, a success in business and society, and not from Tobacco, the backstreet pusher offering first crack-rocks for cheap to free in back alleys all over the world, surviving off the weak and the wounded like some nebulous, murderous horror-movie device.  Let's print the percentage on the bottle and represent ourselves right.

This can't be a game of hiding from the questions of regulation as long as we can in order to maintain the black market we're comfortable with and invest within.  It has to be a game of making the market in which we invest a legitimate one.  A free market of drugs, open and unregulated, prospering in an enlightened age of good will and common sense is a beautiful idea but I feel before we have that but after what we have now, we will have a finely-honed government-regulated system based a great deal on that which has evolved to control the trade of other commodities, which for the most part have very little in common with each other... a system that will give us fantastic hash and unthinkaby sticky buds and blotter standardized to 100ug hits, with a line down the middle you can cut for 50... do you realize this?  A hundred brands and types and prices of magic mushroom and psychedelic cacti, plain, sophisticated labels with scientific names and active ingredient content (each) by weight, devoid of breathless claims in eye-catching jagged sunbursts and other cheap tricks for kids.  Adults (in an ideal world, I think we'll agree) need an adult way to get the stuff they like.  One trend of the world we call civilized seems to be that we can get stuff we need in an adult way, if we choose, even if it's the more difficult way.  This is an observable trend but not a rule, as systems for allowing us to get bread, playing cards, and cigarettes are all in place, but many commodities remain officially untraded according to most everyone's paperwork... commodities like cannabis, LSD, and mushrooms, that our culture has not, in general, enjoyed the richness of, nor have our art, literature and thought had time to incorporate them and find ways to deal with them, and be changed by them in turn.  Too bad about all those drugs we can't get in a civilized, sanctioned manner but I do hope that in the future this can be an oversight which has been largely reversed: that all the stuff we need, from the stuff that's unattractive as a candidate for abusive or antisocial use, stuff like bread, milk, eggs, and human contact -- to the stuff that we could hurt ourselves or other people with, like knives, guns or a first hit of smack, which the powers that be may not approve of the demand for but for which demand nonetheless exists, as they've acknowledged by shutting down commerce of certain desirable but complicated drugs over time and as they become known.  By shutting down the market for pot and for acid and for ketamine and yes for crack, you lazy police-state fools, there's a market for it and thus a traffic that will exist as long as crack can be brought into existence at all at any cost.  Crack is at the Drug Depot too, it's just a much more addictive and overwhelming drug than alcohol, available in smaller doses and advertised specifically for specialized use in rare times, like three-dose inhalers for rock climbers and underground boxers (some climbers might be glad to jack up when fatigued and at risk, and unethical sportsmen playing in poorly-regulated leagues would buy crack anyway but from Afghanistan or something instead, right?  I know the Internet and Terrorism have worked together to make it impossible to buy drugs without funding Terrorism (because your dealer's dealer could easily use the Internet to pay them [Terrorists!] for your purchase on PayPal, you understand) but that's become a background thing to me, like "slaughterhouse guilt" -- I'd feel bad if it was true but I haven't actually seen it done, that is to say, haven't seen my five dollars for hot dogs or cannabis actually make its way from the retailer (that'd be Joe's No Frills down the road for the hot dogs, and Joe up the road for the pot) from hand to currency-stained hand, finally crossing the line from -licit to il- and ultimately financing the man who shoots the pig for someone else's hot dog, one I financed, approved, and endorsed, between the eyes; nor, though my cannabis habit is loudly advertised to be supporting terrorism, have I ever personally witnessed a penny of the extensive, cheerful investment in the black market that so many of my hard-earned dollars represent go to the employ or armament of any army, organized or rag-tag, anywhere.  I just haven't made the connection with my eyes, I suppose.

Note that my black market investment is an investment I'd be happy to be investing elsewhere, particularly to become an early adopter of attempts at unstigmatized distribution of all drugs and commodities that folks want no matter what they do, and thus in the end of the need to misrepresent their understanding of the state of science and art when it comes to drugs, both for those in favour of using drugs and those against it on principle... by bringing those people together for the first time, into an arena where trying a new, "hard" drug is a common achievement mainly noted by collectors and connoisseurs and the like but taken as a sign of glad high living by all, like trying a notoriously dangerous cactus moonshine, illegally made but still of course a legal drug, thus socially approved though slightly more exciting -- hilarious, especially if it fucks you up!

But due to lifestyle parameters, you won't get hooked on crack just because you and your buddies brought a ten-dollar rock to a party of mostly potheads and shroomers, and you enjoyed it so much the three of you started holding out by pretending it was gone when actually you had half left after a few hours, and you and your pals in the crack-plan snuck it at intervals and were the life of the party all night, dominating the cooling atmosphere easily as the potheads came off their tweak, baffling the poor potheads who weren't in on the rest of the crack, enjoying themselves so much that they stay until the very wee hours, staying tweaked off their guilty private stash until finally when the potheads remaining get it in their heads that (while no-one thought it'd be savoury to turn the whole night to crude workman's crack), the fiending animals still in attendance agree that a spot of coke, now and then, is always a class act... particularly after someone cracked-up the whole party before midnight and left them smoking off the dregs!  Yes, coke'd repair the scene nicely, though the three who brought the crack are obviously still holding it, those gluts!

Such an experience would be a hilarious dance with two forms of the devil's dandruff for all involved but in this world probably not the first time any had enjoyed cocaine nor smoked crack, as most people in this colourfully drugged fictional future generally manage to try everything at least once, when they move out if not before.


(of course as a "Yellow Abuse Risk" it's near the back of the store and you can only get so much a week, more than enough really for what's appropriate for solitary use, and more than enough for a small party really, but if you need more for a very big special occasion you can either go grassroots and buy it every week and then you'll need a good reason to give them why, at the store, for the database... a good reason in case you get your receipts audited, right?  A party once a weekend is more likely to get you audited than one party a month is, of course, but less likely by far than someone who always says "personal".  They don't audit people for maximum personal use of regulated drugs that are Green risks -- that there's no market for, no demand, thus no "abuse potential" -- since government involvement in people's diet and lifestyles is at this point at a very unfashionable point in its long, slow life as a trend, and so will be expressed tentatively and attractively with a subtle air of apology, letting us know it's sorry for the subtle annoyance and disappointment we all have at realizing we are alive in complicated, groundbreaking times we have not adapted to yet as organisms, that it knows it makes our brains and bodies which want to be hunting and running respectively, not eating fast food, making dinner on the gas range and/or riding the bus  or driving one, strain and strain at all the rules and data and the complexity of decorum and conversation as we complicate and complicate the world around us in the process of turning our understanding of the world into one which is better for us to live in in theory, you understand.  The government and all the artifices of modernity would at least for a time genuinely be a little abashed for coming between us and the simple feral caveman life of hunting and gathering that we all genetically yearn for, the old animal life that our big aching brains see and understand as barbaric and unenforced, a brutal world where anything could happen to you and you'd have no recourse but that which you come up with from scratch, you and your allies of the time and place.  A simple life where your options and place and responsibilities are clear.  We no longer live in this world and the governments and media and designs of today shout gladness of it!  They celebrate the future and its possibilities at times, yes, with preemptive, even ground-breaking exploration, being done and documented at times, and this is a happy thing to see for those with a personal interest in seeing civilization move upward and onward and who are encouraged to see it in the process of considering its options.  However the bulk of what we see around us is in celebration of what recently was, or was collectively imagined to be, or of what is happening now or is imagined to be.  This is the style of the time, and like the style of all times it's an awkward which the future will scoff at, and which was not the present time's idea: it was stuck with this style by the time before it, just like all the times before it were.  Like all the times before it'll look as hard as it can, everyone at once, and do the thing everyone can all politely agree on as right.  After all, the considered compromise reached by a committee of six billion obstinant, convinced people with opposite and often mutually exclusive convictions, a compromise enjoyed by none and disparaged by all but not, to any, nearly as bad as the worst ideas they'd heard from those they disagree with (since this compromised idea is to everyone at least partly theirs), is what earth thought at any given moment.  As a species those of us who believe one thing always have the chance to form a coalition and rule history and men's minds and bodies by force and persistence but this doesn't make that one thing what earth thought as a planet, or what humanity thought if you could ask the whole thing.  it just makes that thing one more dissenting voice which has been raised to a shout, certain the idea has merit if people'd only pay attention to it.

Earth and humanity haven't decided what to do about drugs yet.  But the louded folks were yelling "lock 'em up!" and then they started firing a gun into the air and and the room was crowded so we all locked em up for now, the drugs that is, just to appease the shooting maniac in case there's others like him, until we have something else to tell him about these drugs and how we want to deal with them, some plan or way of explaining that doesn't make him yell and shoot.

Prices would be lower but not as low as they could be, having naturally been adjusted but controlled to finance the system of distribution and otherwise be sure the plan at least pays for itself early on, since the plan is a new one, not in concept but in scope -- a real attempt at a good first step in implementing more and more of man's surroundings, a process mostly undergone slowly and at the fringes of society in this day and age, by people paid for strange jobs in which they have the opportunity to explore strange rocks people have found in various places for all the useful qualities they can think to look for, until a new conductor or CPU or LED or LSD leaks slowly into society's collective consensus of the real which employs it leaks in from the edges of our lives, at first expensive and obscure, even inattainable and irrelevant, nobody might even want the new technology but with good sales work people can be made to realize why they should want to and they can be glad.  This is the glorious process of mainstream science.

Where it turns its slow, penetrating gaze we can count on safe, guaranteed, attractive and focus-grouped items to tumble out at a controllable pace, pushing into our lives only ever as fast as we can accept it, forever amusing and amusing, automating and automating, bettering and bettering.

This is science and it is what has made the world so complicated -- the act of looking, figuring out and deciding what to do.  At all levels and everywhere it appears we are sheltered from it on an individual basis as much as possible by the bulky mainstream systems in place to do research and experimentation and the necessary mathematics for us, in order to move our standard of living constantly upward.

It's easy for a fan of psychedelics like me to get mad at science today for having failed to represent psychedelics properly to those in power, in my opinion.  I think all of science should have jumped up and down and shouted hooray when they discovered psychedelia and I think the only reason they didn't is because what it implied and the technologies it could become, this whole new possibility discovered one day like electricity, the ability to change a man from inside and underneath with a molecule, was so deeply upsetting from the unsophisticated point of view man had on the nature of his perceptual world that at the time its implications were consciously ignored and deemed false by most who heard it!  the ramifications of psychedelics are too BIG to accept from HEARSAY, that would be like accepting aliens landed this week without seeing in person or on the paper.  "there CAN'T be anything to drugs because that would be crazy."

Well that's a wrong attitude that not everyone agrees on and it'll be different one day, and then we'll all walk into stores and buy whatever we want whenever we want, and we might as well get the ball rolling on this process today and not entrench ourselves as criminals more and more clearly as the legislative net of non-adaptive, unimaginative regulation closes around what we do and tries to make us into outlaws.  And stomp us out.  What we know and what we can do with these drugs are useful talents like all talents in a civilized world, and we deserve the thanks of man for doing such preliminary work on the woolly frontiers where we people are working at great peril and with little precedent on the problem of  fitting round drugs into square lives.

Crack is one drug that I believe must be mostly purchased over the internet from fundraising terrorist cells via web sites written in fractured English, because I refuse to believe anyone is buying anything from the crackheads I've met in my neighbourhood, and I have difficulty believing anyone would sell them anything.  If this is true then why not implement the second half of the two-stage government plan to monopolize valuable markets like crack and future intoxicants straight away and keep these crackheads off the internet and by direct causality, keep the terrorists off our soil?!  Huh?

The lifestyle brake: coke is more habit-forming from alcohol, and different from it in certain other ways to boot, and we'll treat it that way, just like some people treat weed like it's way worse than alcohol, and they "know" never to touch it... other crazies know weed more personally and are happy that they can enjoy it healthily.  Will someone exploring crack cocaine with an eye to establishing an honest, personally subjective analysis of its potential usefulness via experimentation, in spite of cultural attitudes towards people who get involved with the stuff, find a valued, healthy relationship with the chemical is possible?  Who knows?

a system with one job to do and the onus as the only one doing it to do it well had better perform well or be tuned.  the question is how do we replace a system whose goal is destructive and whose measure of performance is based on the bloodshed it causes (the war on drugs) with one which is new, positive and intuitive?

how do we replace craziness with sense?

not by acting like criminals by trying to get as big a piece of the black market pie as we can via unethical underground marketing conspiracies in the meantime!!

we've gotta be -honest- about who has and hasn't tried 5-MeO-DALT and what exactly happens on it, cuz in a black market we can't rely on consumer groups, product reviews and accountable providers... can we?  we must flood the marketing noise with the slow forward lapping of the waters of understanding up the huge beach of possibility, with science and innovation and moving forward at all times til the day the local Drug Depot wants you and me as advisors and ration auditors... understand?  we'll have jobs then, working with the drugs that'd lose us our jobs today, in fact we'll have to get other interests unless we're determined to live the drugs expert lifestyle cuz that stuff'll be -done-, man, done like dinner and only the really touched will be as into it outside of an academic or scientific capacity, that is, in their spare time, as I seem to be.  Would I have wanted to research drugs in the first place, if they already had associated sciences which were extensive and good enough as to be generally unchanged, with a long history of manufacture and distribution, if in other words it had been the same as researching beer?

Which, incidentally, I've never done.

All I'm saying is clearly it's not taking drugs that we're all here to discuss, or this would be a mild-mannered and rather academic fan club.  instead it's a heated and monitored place, because many of us have an interest in drugs for what they represent in society today... are interested in the ongoing civil liberties struggle and test of governmental science that prohibition represents.

that's for sure!


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The length of my post, to be sure, does not indicate the perceived seriousness or urgency of anything I've written... it was in large part a silly and futile exercise I thank all you game gentlemen now and in advance for having been a part of  

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i don't like regulation either ST1R but i think we'll be more likely to see a concerted move within any government toward a system of harm-reduction- and image-repair-focused product branding and thus controlled, legitimate drug distribution for serious people as we have examples for in coffee and alcohol, for instance... than to see a meaningful and popular move to total legalization and drugs on the free market as spices, herbs and tablets, a government which has been complying with prohibition more or less for years suddenly making an about-face... I know, arguing from incredulity isn't arguing at all, it just seems to me that it must cost more in scenario planning and damage control and contingency plans, et cetera, for a modern-day prohibitionist government to jump straight to a free drug market, than for it to erect a complex, workable but adaptive and ultimately temporary regulation system to ease the new substances into the cultural collective, for the nature of each to become clear enough that one day everyone will say, "well it's just mescaline, honestly, it might as well be deregulated", and it'll be Medicinal Marijuana all over again, just peeling back another layer, like an onion.

I don't know if there's a faster way of getting this done.  Lawyers?

In the meantime you have to admit regulation has its bonuses and eye-catching bottles in funny shapes and unlikely colours is one of them!  And that's just the beginning of the possibilities!  Blotter posters and blotter masterpieces, full-size reproductions... for a few hundred bucks, rolls up in a tube, for a gift or for fun!
 


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I approve of what you're outlining in principle.  It seems clear to me that one of mankind's next major accomplishments in the Game of Earth is to fully automate a harvesting/manufacturing/distribution system for energy, nutrients, resources, and goods.  To make the collective material wealth of the race available to every member to drink of freely!  To have it all run automagically, a billion self-manufacturing, self-maintaining robots working constantly to feed what humanity needs into a humming high-tension umbilical network strung throughout the human world, allowing people to live in perpetual rest, perpetual play, whatever they wish -- a world of their own creation free of the strains and heirarchies of material scarcity. From one point of view this is simply constructing robotic hands and mouths for each of us and sending them out into the world to forage for us while we busy ourselves with higher things.  From another point of view it makes us all children being tended to by robotic wet-nurses in a warm creche.  Hey, kinda like The Matrix!  

Either way, sign me up

IMHO by the time wireless communication nodes are embedded in the populations' brains, online voting will be one of the more minor ramifications of it!  I mean, you could Google anywhere, instantly!  Fun and learning, yay!

Although I sense that you're talking about some kind of consensus-generating architecture designed to determine what people actually want and design a system of government that represents everybody maximally.  It sounds like a good thing to have but we've actually got one of those now, we call it "democracy" 

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