E
EatTheGods090
Guest
Name's Michael, I'm a lunatic. The seeds of open-mindedness and skepticism were planted for me at an early age. I didn't fully develop socially until I was about 17 I guess, and it still hasn't become much less awkward for me to establish communication with new people. The internet makes it a little easier: with forums, I can put an idea out there and wait to see who will react to it, and how. When I was very young, I lived in a shitty neighborhood. People were stabbed in the parking lot of our apartment building. So my mom didn't let me out much. I passed my time with books, video games, and my first creative outlet - legos. Meanwhile, little seeds were constantly planted. One of my early memories, a story my mom told me, was of an acid trip she'd had with my dad and some friends, which first turned the kitchen light of a house in the woods into a UFO, then created a prehistoric scene out of nothing. If my parents wanted to encourage me to SAY NO TO DRUGS, they did a really half-assed job, because UFOs and dinosaurs were my two favorite obsessions in my childhood. Then at age 12, I moved with my father to Utah. He played Tool in the van on the ride to their humble home in the Sanpete valley. In Utah, my once occult-dabbling dad had become an elder in the Mormon church. When I first arrived I was still a good, upstanding citizen: I made perfect grades, then was baptized at age 13 and became a deacon, the bottom level of the lower priesthood. This, you could say, was my first religious experience. It was the beginning of a long period of hopping from religion to religion, believing this and later denouncing it and believing something entirely different, even the opposite. But as I started to get burned out on the whole Mormon experience (something I've returned to several times since), I started making friends among the non-Mormon children in town, the "rebels." One of them called himself a satanist - really, just a child playing around with pentagrams, candles and pig's blood - and I asked my father about this. He told me about his experiments with the Necronomicon and Crowleyan magick when he was a preteen. He told me that magic works as well as you believe in it. This idea, after an aforementioned and seemingly ever-continuing series of paradigm shifts eventually led me to Chaos magick, Discordianism, and the writings of such characters as Robert Anton Wilson and Timothy Leary. Then I began to understand why I could not indefinitely be satisfied with one model of the universe, one spiritual spectrum, and I began to understand the aim of spirituality, and I continue to explore these ideas. Ever since I began smoking cannabis, my mind has become increasingly more open to new ideas, new experiences. I will admit that I have never tried psilocybin shrooms, LSD, or any of the other more well-known hallucinogens, because I have never had a chance to use them in the right setting. The one occasion in which shrooms became available was at a party which involved a large quantity of alcohol and ecstasy. Having been pre-warned by good ole Leary, I declined. I am not afraid to take a leap head first into the world of psychadelics, as long as I can get a good look at the chasm before I hop in.
