"Look, Ma, I'm enlightened."

[Caduceus Mercurius]

Today I visited my mother. I had never before told her about my interest in psychedelics, at least not since I was 18 (I'm 32 now) when I had experienced a bad trip and told my parents about that. I had stopped using anything for about 6 years, but never informed her again that I had started experimenting with them again in 1999. Of course I have learned a lot about their use since that bad trip, especially in the past two years. But because I didn't want to make her worry about me, I had kept this a private affair.

But somehow, when we started talking today (about nothing in particular), she suddenly mentioned that she had heard on the radio "that mushrooms aren't dangerous."

Hearing her say that, I decided to tell her all about my current interests. A seven hour talk followed, about both my personal experience with psychedelics, as well as its historic use, therapeutic aspects, short term and long term effects, the nature of reality etc. And amazingly, she was extremely interested in it all. When I went home, rather than expressing worry or concern, she told me that during this talk the look on my face had reminded her a lot of her father (a down to earth yet deeply religious man). I can't express this very well in words, just that it was an amazing experience.

 

[thadivine]

Nice man

My parents also know im really into psychedelics atm and theyre cool with it My father actually said: If you know so much about em, and are so interested, why don't you go working in a smartshop?

 

[buffachino]

That’s sweet man, so good that your mother, even after years of secrecy, is willing to both listen and comprehend the use and effects of psychedelics. It really depends on the mind; weather their family or not does not help to convey any degree of truth regarding entheogenic substance use. At least for me.

I only wish I were in the same position, but id say after I’m 33, things may be a little different. Yet the difficulty I have in attempting to convey the valour of my chosen lifestyle and the meaninglessness of the fabricated system of culture we all have to subliminally abide by to get anywhere 'real' or of any 'worth' in this so called life is slowly destroying me. It would seem that my folks live in a different facet of reality (one shared by billions), where nothing has value unless a label or tangible element is thrust into your hands and proclaimed relevant. I’m stuck; between a world dominated by this manner of thinking and a household also dominated by unjust process and restriction.

Basically, my parents will only stop detesting and ignoring the relevance of my life and lifestyle when I throw it all away and regress to the depression of routine and public servitude to the material; which contests all the introspection, realisation and self respect i have built with the aid of psychadellics. I have even had fleeting glimpses of understanding from my mother at least, only to be drowned in a sea of media spouted dribble and generally perceived 'justice' as to what I’m doing or advocating. Its double standards; abiding to, whilst conveying your malcontent for, the system.

It’s incredibly frustrating, but I don’t see any other way of remedying this other than succumbing to their whim or living on the street (or with my best freind). Besides, what’s the point in getting a job for someone else’s benefit or to fulfil rhetoric to either popularity within the bourgeoisie or selfish wealth?
The only element governing this transition is both the yielding attitude towards governed power and the certificate granted to you by that power proclaiming your relevancy to mankind.

Its quite bearable knowing much of the public think like this (well, it’s not actually ) but having family that is supposed to be about unconditional love and respect, attempting to befoul everything you have come to respect and tressure about the world; it’s painful and unpleasant. It’s like they can’t deal with their own depressing lives, so they make it out to be the only possible course of action in the rat race they call life; but I call slavery to an oppressive idea.

This I see as a composition of ignorance, worry, misunderstanding and a question of control, or losing it. Me being the eldest and thus first child to be subject to the coming of age after high school, had to bear the brunt of their overprotection, discipline and so forth (during and more so, after those years) while my two younger brothers drift through the stages of my life that were haunting and difficult for me, without a thought or pause. This perhaps adds to the parental anguish because of their seeming obedience yet it is in fact the parent’s lack of sight towards my brothers actions compared to mine which to them seem outrageous, dangerous and stupid. I have been accused of being weird, depressed and all other manner of bad news (yes by the ones i love), but I continue to uphold my beliefs and will not bow down to this or any other externally enforced oppression.

Well that was a bit (if not incredibly) off topic, but I needed to vent, so yeah...

I’m just feeling lost in my relationships with my parents in particular where I cannot convey the same elements of wisdom because of a need or want not to understand on their part; or a complete inability to. I cannot wait to live in harmonious bliss in a house or room somewhere with one or more roommates who share my need for insight, discovery and change. The ultimate challenge is to love uncertainty.

Peace.

 

[Dantediv86]

Yes Buff, i completely understand your position as i am myself in a similar one.
what i have come to realize is that we, the ones who went out of the cave and saw the outside illuminated by the real light, have got a different perception of the world and that disturbs people who, unlike us, keep looking at the wall with shadows because that doesn't fit with their view and THAT has always risen fear amidst the "blind" (for those who haven't understood: i'm using Plato's allegory of the cave as it was true thousands of years ago it's still true nowadays, such is our degree of "evolved society"). but that is a normal reaction even i sometimes find myself, for a fraction of a second, perplexed by some people's views because they are so radical, our instincts in these instances tell us that free thought brings un-order to the needed order of a group life, singe we are an animal who can't live without a group (think wilderness and evolution). even as psychonauts and freethinkers we are determined to seek people who think like us.
it is natural that unless your family or at least one of the members within your family is really openminded, it will be hard for them to axcept you when you are "strange", and to make things harder there is the cultural brainwashing over drugs and drug users and bias towards substance safeness and such.
however there is a way i have discovered to work and is slowly corroding certainty from my parents' mind over drugs (they are "all natural freaks" no drugs unless in real need for it). i slowly pop articles under their eyes once in a while (i know it's evil and unethical, but the system does the same to all of us: subliminal messages) so i give them the same medicine the system serves up but changed as to fulfill my schemes (gee i sound like Voldemort from the HP series)...and that thing about the job and all...don't take it the wrong way...but we were born to wear masks, i decided to put one up and look like a decent citizen, i know they will never break into my mind, that's mine and mine only, a fortress trained in years of cultural adversities and pressures.
this world is not ready to accept people like us or anyone who thinks differently.
this post makes me think about the other one abot "talk to your kids about drugs" and i was up to posting one that said "talk to your rents about drugs" i guess it was anticipated . many of us, i bet, find themselves in a similar situation at the moment wether they are 16 or 40 and what bugs me is, that people like my rents tend to have crazy lives and radical views on th world an then end up stifling you in fear you are "going to end up like many around me, i was luky, tho foolish when i did those things"...HELLO!!! i did my homework i'm not a jerk looking for a cheap high!!! but stereotypes help us understand though they are a real pain in the arse when people are , like Buffacchino said, fixated with them.
But i say don't let anybody get you down axcept life as it is with all its pains and hardships and you'll see how truly beautiful and comical this world is... and don't use too many psychs to escape this reality, even if it's hard and tough it witholds great power and beauty...
peace and love

gee i really suck a t writing
ok enough
closed
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[Gratefully_dead]

wow man thats great! it's beautiful when you can share something so meaningful with your family. wish my folks were so open-minded lol

 

[Frostie]

wow man thats great! it's beautiful when you can share something so meaningful with your family. wish my folks were so open-minded lol

they will proberly are
i tought my dad will never understand me and the drugs that i take.
i was 14 when my dad found my weed in my room, he said that its my problem at first but later when i was smokin home he askt me a joint. now he's my driver to holland he say that he has no id why al the people think this is a big deal.
he now smokes weed sometimes

its hard, but just tell your parents.
tell them all the good things and the bad things.
if it was me you will have lessons in school about psychedelic's!

 

[ararat]

if it was me you will have lessons in school about psychedelic's!

the idea is good but the world is not ready...
just to quote a german rock band.


my parents are also fine with what I do. my mother once found filter-tips with a plant printed on it, and asked me what these are for. of course she knew for what these things are used. she said it's ok.
since then many things developed. at weekends, when friends of mine are here, smokin mj, watching family guy (haha), she and her friend come into to the room and ask if there is space for them I guess you can imagine in what this ends :>
they once offered us to make schnitzel, and in exchange they want a joint. as we were not short on weed built a pure one. man that was fun when the schnitzels were ready. these two weren't even able to eat because they have been laughing all the time.
they two are fun. once they were completely baked, and ate a salad. when I came into to the room they asked me to taste it, it tastes strange. I told them that they forgot the vinegar :lol: haha

my mother also knows about shrooms and is ok with it. she just tells me to be cautious. nothing more.

my dad also knows about weed. he never really lost a word about it, except for today as he saw marihuana.at in my links
I guess (no, I know) he has smoked pot too. and I know that he has been tripping too. but I never really talked to him about that concern.
my mother once told me that he once has fallen in love with a peanut in bali :lol: because of shrooms to be exact.

 

[Guest]

Wow, I hope I will have such a conversation with my parrents one time (man because of this story I want to visit my parrents again )

My mom and dad were so pissed when they found out I was smoking weed at the age of 15 and were screaming at me that "it was my problem" and if I wanted to become a "druguser" I should have to face the consequences.
So I reacted as casual to it as possible:"Ok"

I've always gone my own way and never disrespected their (Christian) beliefs and values, but there was a long time where I just was longing for mutual respect towards my beliefs.
It was just that they were very worried at that time and they had every reason to.

One of my ex girlfriends once told my parrents that I was growing mushrooms, but she put it in a way my parrents could understand (she is so zen, also 5,5 years older)
She explained to them how I was reading a lot about how substances work in the brain and that I knew a lot about nature and bio-chemistry.
The fact that I was handling it in such a conscious way, that I'd always know what I was doing.

Since then they are ok with it, but we haven't spoken much about it.
It does go beyond what they are able to understand and ofcourse you get the loving parrent comment:"Just be careful!"

I do think it'll deffinitely come to that moment where I can talk to them about this subject, but it clashes very much with their beliefs.
It doesn't matter how much I believe Christianity is not the way, they're very content and happy with it and are good people and I do still respect their ways so I won't ever challenge their ideas, maybe just their stance on certain subjects :roll:
I just would like to share my view on life.
They have seen that I improved my ways a lot since my difficult adolesence and they are very proud of how I've developped


In the end it's very important to be open about things, because when you and the other party (parrents for example) have certain discomforts and worries and keep those things to themselves things could escallate in stupid fights and less understanding in what the other is about.

The key elements are ofcourse LOVE and RESPECT


Peace

 

[lol*fan]

Wow... great to read all this!

I guess it's really nice if your parents understand your use of psychedelics etc. My mother doesn't really want to hear anything about it. She has this wall in front of her that says "if you need to use these substances to become a better person and learn about life you're stupid" and she doesn't want to explain why because she says I can't understand for she has more experience in life and knows more. Then I just grin and say "Well, if that's what you think, that's okay. We'll see if I come to share your reasoning when I grow old and 'wise'." (Didn't think so :mrgreen

It's a shame though that she can't be more open minded, but o well, it doesn't really bother me. It's interesting to see how people react to my use of mushrooms. Sometimes I'm amazed of how interested and open minded someone appears to be when I thought he/she wouldn't. Then there's the people (friends, but not the real close ones) that don't really react when you casually inform them that "no I can't, I'm going to make a mushroom trip this saturday" for example. It's like they don't know how to deal with that information so they just ignore it. It wouldn't surprise me if at the end of the day they don't even consciously know you said that ZOMG you are using drugs and will probably turn into a junk!

 

[kcar181]

I think my mom knows that I smoke as my room stinks of weed all the time. She has actually walked in when a joint was lit but has never said anything. She is very very into her church and even though I'm not 100% sure thats the right way to go if it makes her happy who am I to tell her otherwise. I guess she feels the same way.

One day I'll put it all out in the open.

 

[Guest]

Often it's easier to have this kind of conversations with parrents when you have been not living with them for quite some time.

Because you haven't been "on eachothers lip" for a while, more things are openly discussable.

Ofcourse things always should be openly discussable, but in practice this is (too) rarely the case

 

[Rymmen]

My mom doesn't take responsibility for any of my actions, so her opinion doesn't matter. My father, when he found out I was smoking marihuana (caught in a school drug test), just asked me to wait 'til I was eighteen. As soon as I am no longer dependant on them, I will probably tell them, just because I don't like lying or secrets.

It was funny when I was caught on the drug test, because they were throwing around a whole lot of propaganda that wasn't true, and I played dumb and said it was the first time I smoked (I had just got back from the beach, raving... LSD, E and weed. It was alright.)

Anyway, I think it's very cool that you can share that with your family. I've only shared with my older sister, and she acted pretty cool. "Be careful." I love her. My less older sister thinks I'm a drug addict and is really worried, and just won't let her hard head be broken through with the facts of what addiction is, what psychedelics and dissociatives do, health risks, etc.