#mescaline drive

[domes]

part, 14

Prompt: "A friend of mine tells that I talk in shorthand and then smudge it."

"I probably should not drive, I mean I could, probably." I say and throw the car keys in the air. No one catches them as I load in the back seat. I doesn't take long before the new guy is driving, with K next to him in the passenger seat. K asks me, If you were with here, why was Rilke carrying your sword?" I might as well tell him, though he might be a little disappointed, "I was just dropping her off and headed to work, but then I figured I’d be late, and I figured I hate that job, and if you both die the D&D game would be fucked, so I might as well die with you, so I took -- you remember that synthetic mescaline from when we tried to camp out to see the northern lights?" I pause to dry swallow two pills before continuing, "I took four and I want to see what it's like with molly. Plus you're gonna need me, while you were whatever whatever I studied the blade."

I want to open the window but it is so cold. I really always thought I would die some banal way. But what if I die in some weird grand fashion. Oh we're gonna look like a death cult or something. Small rodents, katana, and weird tomes, well I guess this just looks like a sketch book or whatever. Oh my god. I flinch as something touches my hand. I literally hit myself in the face. My eye hurts. Oh it's. The little. Mouse? Hamster? Seth looks back at me for a second before looking back at the road and asks, "You doing alright back there Electric Koolaid? Nermal tends to get affectionate when someone freaks out." Nermal. I pick Nermal up and she climbs my chest and snuggles into the nape of my neck. I kiss her little head. And do it again. She is right this is great. I feel pretty great. Rilke pats my leg in the way she does to say I'm about to joke so please take it as a joke, "You know those things carry the plague?” Prairie dog right. They are prairie dogs. Nermal chews on my beard a little. I give her another little head kiss and remember to joke back to Rilke so she knows I didn't take her joke wrong, "I mean sure they helped, but carried? The plague put in some real hard work too, kinda rude to dismiss all that."

Nermal falls asleep on my chest in a way that means I can no longer look out the window. So, I look through the notebook to pass the time. There are some interesting things smudged on the page I think I can read them if I can get to my phone and grab the light. I ask Seth, "The author of this notebook, left handed?" He does another half turn look back and responds, "Come to think of it, yea, why?" I manage to get my phone out without disturbing Nermal and by shining it's light through the back of the smudged spots, I think I can, yeah totally I can make out some writing. Is the naked rat a sacrifice? What I found. Something something. IT MAKES THEM REAL!

[chateautangerine]

character sheet.

full name: quincy clifford bailey. nickname: cliff (practically exclusively). quinn, quinny. alias: none. pronouns: he/him. height: 5'10". age: 34. zodiac: dragon, cancer. spoken languages: english.

physical characteristics.

hair: blonde and long to about the start of his jaw. straight, curling/rolling at the end. facial hair: none, clean shaven. his facial hair is a darker blonde than the hair on his head. he grows facial hair easily. eyes: large, sky blue eyes, almost sleepy, quiet, or soft, occasionally with a slight puffiness. there's a sweetness to them, although i wouldn't consider cliff himself sweet. skin tone: fair but not pale. he can tan. body type: average build and weight. he does not exercise regularly and has a softer middle. voice: he has a regional dallas accent and is notably soft- or sweet-voiced, perhaps spacey or often with a wistful lilt. not deep. cliff never raises his voice and, when particularly low, he croaks. sounds like owen wilson. dominant hand: left. posture: mostly very casual—hands in pockets, arms folded. he can sink deep in chairs or lean an elbow on one arm [of a chair] with his legs crossed. he often does not take up space or assert his presence. scars: none. birthmarks: none. must notable features: crooked nose. it was broken twice.

childhood.

place of birth: dallas, texas. hometown: dallas, texas. siblings: none. parents: roger bailey (father) and charlotte bailey (mother).

adult life.

occupation: author. current residence: dependent. close friends: none. he has a lot of acquaintances, but no strong relationship with any substance. financial status: middle. driver's license: yes. he drives a white 1964 austin-healey 3000 series iii. financial status: middle. criminal record: nothing appalling and only driving infractions like speeding, blowing red lights, a couple of duis. he once got called for driving his car into someone's garden. vices: smoking, alcohol, and psychedelics drugs like dmt, psilocybin, and mescaline. praise—he craves and needs to feel encouraged and seen.

love and romance.

sexual orientation: insofar as experiences go, he has only slept with women and has only ever felt a particular want to sleep with women. he would be open to sleeping with other men, but it's never happened. i'd consider him more hetero, but not absolutely and strictly. preferred emotional role: no preference. i don't even believe cliff plays any role. he tends to not deal with emotions whether they're his own or someone else's. he can be emotionally unavailable. preferred sexual role: switch. turn offs: aggression and antagonism, lack of consideration, belittling and mocking. tactlessly and bluntly honest. love languages: to receive: physical touch, quality time (even if it's shared silence), and words of affirmation. to give: physical touch and quality time. relationship tendencies: he can fall easily for anyone who gives him positive attention, praise, or validation, and he almost never verbally admits to being in love until the relationship has broken off—he's terrible with genuine and threatening emotional vulnerability and will avoid being in a position where he can be extremely hurt. for that same reason, when he gets too close, he can suddenly pull away. "ghosting"? this can be hard for people to pick up on, too. he's so spacey and is inherently, to a degree, emotionally removed or subdued.

miscellaneous.

character theme tune: "gymnopédies no. 1" by erik satie. hobbies to pass time: writing. reading. drinking and substance use, occasionally with tennyson or fernando pessoa. driving or aimlessly cruising in his car. takes roping lessons, like lassoing and wrangling cattle on horseback (he's a hobbyist and can't compete. he can mainly only rope dummies while stationary on his own two feet). wine tasting. left- or right-brained: right. self-confidence level: low.

tagged by: @godpyre and @indeath (ty!) tagging: @vilestblood, @vullcanica (any), @lykaiia, @ohshadow, @sparrowsfall, @tewwor (any), @vanishinq

[drascua]

@masckarlach tagged me for the Spotify on repeat game so here's mine!

rules: shuffle your ‘on repeat’ playlist & post the first ten tracks, then tag people

Corporate Realness - Dream Nails

Shut Up and Drive - Rihanna

Self-Pretending Whore - The Mescaline Babies

Family Tree (Intro) - Ethel Cain

Need You Tonight - INXS

I'm Afraid I'll Go To Heaven - Moon Walker

LUKATAR - Lady Leshurr

Pet Semetary - Ramones

Insane - She Pleasures Herself

Blackmagic - T.S.O.L.

Tags under the cut :)

I tag: @f--uck, @l0vies, @multi-baker, @subnsapphic

[weekendviking]

Whoh, yeah. Historical pastimes get historical injuries.

*I stepped in a vat of caustic lye for soap making with animal fat when I was 5, that burned the surface skin off my foot.

*My older brother, who's a film armourer, gunsmith and reenactor, is missing part of a finger on one hand due to an altercation with the gun trail of a 77mm Krupp fieldgun from 1896.

*I know what it feels like to have an 1888 pattern bayonet grate on one's teeth after passing through my cheek. (The Dr congratulated us on our field medicine, quote 'I don't need to even add any sutures, this is probably not even going to leave a scar' (it didn't))

*Started getting trench foot once, but as a roadie setting up a music festival rather than a reenactment for once, but mostly wearing various milsurplus kit, again, unable to dry one's feet out after a solid couple of weeks, and my feet started swelling and the skin began to delaminate, but I remembered my WW1 vet grandfather's advice 'When it's wet, Boy, Grease your feet!' and applied my fat based boot dubbin directly to my feet, and it solved the problem (basically multiple days wet de-fats your skin oils and then you get runaway osmosis and delamination and then infection in the feet...)

*One forgets that safety glasses apply to pre modern tools as well - left the safety glasses with the chainsaws we'd been using earlier to fell the trees for a cruck beam hovel, and I had a split second of insanity when I thought 'The wedge for this treenail for the ridge beam is too long, I'll just cut a couple of inches off the end' and my second thoughts were saying 'hey, that's crossgrained, the chip's gonna bounce' but my sideaxe was already moving. You get acid to mescaline grade colours as your retina gets overpressure damage from the bleeding. Remarkably I kept the eye, and even most of the vision in it, but the macula is spattered with blindspots and I have to wear a permanent eyepatch with diffraction grid as the iris is paralysed and most light levels are too bright, and the diffraction grid/pinhole camera effect is the only way it can focus beyond the end of my arm now. But the eyepatch makes it two lines above the eye test line where they stop it being legal to drive if it's my only eye (think about that, because I do have a spare, but that means there are people out there driving with only one eye as badly damaged as mine.) Also every week I make small children believe in pirates, which is an okay side benefit but not worth part blinding an eye.

*Had a guy doing a WW1 French Poilu proudly show up to a reenactment showing off his new purchase of a near perfect mint condition WW1 waterbottle appropriate to the kit he needed, which he then proceeded to ostentatiously fill and drink from during the battle reenactments at the air show we were at. He then proceeded to get a mint condtion case of WW1 Dysentery, as he'd neglected to sterilise and clean said waterbottle (why using originals is a fraught concern, not just because of their rarity and antique value!).

*Have another friend who has a really gravelly battle field officers voice, and a scar that goes 3/4 of the way around his neck under the chin and up the side of his ear, because he was in an ECW reenactment with the Sealed Knot and Unbeknownst to a guy on the opposing regiment, his blank firing matchlock had accidentally been loaded because the wee brass washer on the end of the ramrod had fallen off, and thus blew through my mate's neck, severing one carotid artery. He went down gushing blood and would have died had not the the woman beside him been an ambulance officer and the man on the other side of him was a Gulf War vet medic.

*Jousters. There's no way to make two horses, both carrying armoured humans with long wooden spears, moving at 30kmh, safe. Enough said.

*Had the school nurse back in the seventies, who was unflappable and in her eighties at the time, regularly do 'Just test the whole little country school for various metrics to generate useful data' and she was doing hearing tests. After the testing she came back to the school had the principal call my parents to come in, and she sat down my Mum and Dad and said 'Ok, Your children are fine, but they all show a gap in their hearing ranges that I've only seen before in combat soldiers'....

You know you've fucked up when you go to a doctor and the thing you have wrong with you has been named after an occupation that isn't a thing anymore. Like imagine a doctor looking at you and going "yeah you've got ox-drawn ploughman's disease. We don't even test for that anymore. Yeah the reason you've never heard of it is because the last known case was in 1927 and happened to some guy who was like 98 years old and didn't believe in modern medicine of the time. What the fuck have you been up to."

[colinwilson11]

Rising Mental Healthcare Needs Will Drive Psychedelic Drugs Market Forward

The psychedelic drugs market will grow at highest pace owing to rising prevalence of mental health disorders. Psychedelic drugs contain psychedelic substances like psilocybin, LSD, mescaline, and DMT that can positively impact mental health issues like depression, anxiety, PTSD, addiction and others. These drugs work by altering the serotonin levels in the brain and induce hallucinogenic effects. The psychedelic drugs market is currently growing with the revival of medical research into these drugs for treating mental health conditions. Studies show psychedelic therapies can effectively treat mental disorders with long lasting effects and fewer side effects than existing antidepressants.

The Psychedelic Drugs Market is estimated to be valued at US$ 2.7 Bn in 2024 and is expected to exhibit a CAGR of 15% over the forecast period 2024-2031.

Key Takeaways

Key players operating in the psychedelic drugs are Celon Pharma, iX Biopharma, Lykos Therapeutics, MindMed, Janssen Pharmaceuticals. Celon Pharma is a clinical stage biotech company focused on developing therapies for mental illness using psychedelic substances. iX Biopharma is developing drugs containing psilocybin to treat conditions like cancer-related depression and PTSD.

The demand for psychedelic drugs is growing sharply as prevalence of mental health disorders rises worldwide. According to WHO, over 300 million people are now living with depression. Psychedelic drug research can help address this huge mental healthcare need.

Technological advancements are also helping accelerate the development of psychedelic drugs. For example, genetic research is helping identify how psychedelic substances interact with the brain at molecular level. Brain imaging techniques are elucidating their precise mechanisms of action. This improves drug discovery and development process.

Market Trends

Microdosing of psychedelics is gaining traction as an alternative treatment method. Microdosing involves consuming sub-perceptual doses of LSD or psilocybin on a regular basis to attain therapeutic benefits without hallucinogenic effects.

Combination therapies using psychedelics with other established treatments like talk therapy is being explored. This aims to enhance therapeutic outcomes through drug-assisted psychotherapy protocols.

Market Opportunities

Psychedelic drugs show promise in treating addiction disorders like alcohol use disorder, opioid addiction etc. Studies found a single dose of psilocybin can significantly reduce alcohol consumption and craving for months.

Expansion into new regions by conducting clinical trials beyond traditional markets can help companies tap newer geographies and accelerate commercialization of psychedelic therapies.

Impact Of COVID-19 On Psychedelic Drugs Market Growth

The COVID-19 pandemic has had a significant impact on the psychedelic drugs market growth. During the initial lockdown phases, the demand for psychedelic assisted therapies declined significantly as therapists moved towards online service delivery models which are still evolving. Meeting in-person for psychedelic therapy sessions was challenging due to social distancing norms. This disrupted the treatment process and affected the market revenue in the short term.

However, with rising mental health issues like anxiety, depression and substance abuse during the pandemic, the need for alternative treatment options has increased. The long wait periods for conventional therapies have led more individuals to explore psychedelic drugs for treatment-resistant conditions. Telehealth and digital platforms are also enabling therapists to support clients remotely. This has enabled the market to bounce back faster than expected in the post-COVID phase. Companies are accelerating their clinical trial processes and developing effective micro-dosing and home-use treatment models. The growing focus on mental health post-pandemic is projected to boost the acceptance and adoption of psychedelic therapies over the coming years.

Geographical Regions With High Psychedelic Drugs Market Value

North America currently dominates the psychedelic drugs market and accounts for the largest market share in terms of value. This is attributed to factors like the growing prevalence of mental health disorders, fast adoption of advanced therapies, supportive regulation for research, and presence of key market players in the region. The US has emerged as a major investment hub for psychedelic drug research and development. It is projected to continue dominating the regional market over the forecast period.

Fastest Growing Regional Market For Psychedelic Drugs

Europe is expected to demonstrate the fastest growth in the psychedelic drugs market over the coming years. This is due to the rapidly changing regulatory environment favoring psychedelic drug research and trials. Countries like the UK, Germany, Netherlands are at the forefront of regulating medical use of substances like psilocybin and MDMA to treat various mental conditions. Increasing awareness about mental health, rising healthcare expenditure, and growing geriatric population are fueling market opportunities. Europe is predicted to offer lucrative expansion prospects for psychedelic drug manufacturers in the coming decade.

Get more insights on this topic:   https://www.pressreleasebulletin.com/psychedelic-drugs-market-poised-to-witness-high-growth-due-to-increasing-rd-of-psychedelic-therapies/

Author Bio:

Money Singh is a seasoned content writer with over four years of experience in the market research sector. Her expertise spans various industries, including food and beverages, biotechnology, chemical and materials, defense and aerospace, consumer goods, etc. (https://www.linkedin.com/in/money-singh-590844163 )

What Are The Key Data Covered In This Psychedelic Drugs Market Report?

:- Market CAGR throughout the predicted period

:- Comprehensive information on the aspects that will drive the Psychedelic Drugs Market's growth between 2024 and 2031.

:- Accurate calculation of the size of the Psychedelic Drugs Market and its contribution to the market, with emphasis on the parent market

:- Realistic forecasts of future trends and changes in consumer behaviour

:- Psychedelic Drugs Market Industry Growth in North America, APAC, Europe, South America, the Middle East, and Africa

:- A complete examination of the market's competitive landscape, as well as extensive information on vendors

:- Detailed examination of the factors that will impede the expansion of Psychedelic Drugs Market vendors

FAQ’s

Q.1 What are the main factors influencing the Psychedelic Drugs Market?

Q.2 Which companies are the major sources in this industry?

Q.3 What are the market’s opportunities, risks, and general structure?

Q.4 Which of the top Psychedelic Drugs Market companies compare in terms of sales, revenue, and prices?

Q.5 Which businesses serve as the Psychedelic Drugs Market’s distributors, traders, and dealers?

Q.6 How are market types and applications and deals, revenue, and value explored?

Q.7 What does a business area’s assessment of agreements, income, and value implicate?

*Note: 1. Source: Coherent Market Insights, Public sources, Desk research 2. We have leveraged AI tools to mine information and compile it

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Melissa Etheridge

My Window



By Robert M Massimi.Published about 3 hours ago • 3 min read

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Melissa Etheridge at Circle In The Square is the singer telling you her life in remembrance and song. As she takes the stage it is evident that she has die hard fans in the audience. Under the smoke and purple lighting, Etheridge is bigger than life; so his her booming, raspy voice. Abigail Rosen Holmes has the lighting in between a nightclub feel and a concert. The set (Bruce Rodgers) is a simple one, the focus is clearly on the woman who's name is on the marque.

She starts the show about her childhood. Born in Leavenworth, Kansas, she has a very close relationship with her father who is both a teacher and a coach. Her mother is an angry woman and her sister and her never really got along. Loving music at any early stage in her life, she knew it was her calling. She started to play guitar at 8 years old and by 12 years old she was playing clubs with a band. Her father used to drive her and wait at the clubs much to her mothers chagrin.

At 14 years old her father bought her a piano and that is when she began writing songs. Where her father continually supported her love for music, her mother was indifferent to it. It was at this age that she knew that she was homosexual. After high school, she went to the prestigious Berkley School of Music in Boston, Massachusetts.

As college was brief, she used to hang out with a group of girls who took her to Lesbian bars and introduced her to mescalin and other psychedelic drugs. Within a year, Etheridge was back home in Kansas. It would be brief, however, her mother did not want her and her friends engaging in lesbian activity under her roof. Ending up in Kansas City she took a job singing and playing at a Magic Pan.

With an excellent supporting actor in Kate Owens, Etheridge was comically able to put forth various moments of her life. Owens played many roles from a groupie, the musician at the Magic Pan that Etheridge replaced, a presenter and so much more. Director Amy Tinkham was deft in mixing the various elements that added to this heartfelt show. Where everything was simplified... the staging, the set, the two worked in tandem brilliantly.

By the end of the first act, Etheridge was in Los Angeles, California. She found it difficult to break into the music business. Her big brake came when a record producer from Island Records saw her at a lesbian bar in Long Beach. It took 5 years to be discovered but she now had fame in her grasp.

While act two starts off at the same pace as act one, it falters mid way through. In 1988, Etheridge had her first record, her first tour and her first music video. This is about the same time as she meets a movie stars wife as she puts it and invites us to look it up. She performs "I Want To Come Over" which brought the house down. As her life moves at a whirlwind pace, she now has a second and third album, a Grammy, and a partner who wants to have a baby. Her father is dying and she now has a second child, one who will die years later from a fentanyl overdose during the pandemic.

As fast as she rose, the fall of cancer, the loss of her father and now her son has left her in turmoil. But it is not this that brings the second act down; the show spends to much time on the psychedelics, the cannabis cookies, the trips, the Sharma and she can be pretty preachy about her politics. It is one thing to have a political view, it is quite another to talk at us as an audience. She mentions getting an Oscar for writing songs to Al Gore "An Inconvenient Truth"; never mentions that Gore fudged the numbers and lied to the American people in this documentary, however.

While "Come To My Window" is fun (a solid B grade), it stumbles in the second act, however, it was fun indeed to watch this talented musician perform in a small, intimate setting sharing her life with us.

Melissa Etheridge, Circle In The Square, Broadway, Kate Owens, Amy Tinkham, Hamilton, Merrily We Roll Along, Harmony, Tony Awards, Oscars, Leavenworth, Kansas, Kansas City, Los Angeles, Whiskey A Go- Go, Troubadour, Fleetwood Mac, The Eagles, Jackson Browne, Stevie Nicks, Hollywood, Joan Jett.

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[luminenwalker]

[11-9-2023]

B-O-M-B on identifiable deviants upped for the next week, but please don’t do it people. The only way to send a message is if no one claims. Not that that’ll ever happen. No one cares, but we don't have to be like that. //Afternoon Ashes

B-O-M-B on identifiable deviants upped for the next week. But, please don’t do it people. The only way to send a message is if no one claims. Not that that’ll ever happen. Just, don't claim the bounty. No one gives a shit, but it doesn't have to be that way. //Afternoon Ashes

Seen some weird graff lately. Shit like 'The forest remembers' and 'The mountains bend'. Are there more poets around, heads hitting mescaline, or is it some kinda recruitment drive? //Degenerate Signal

Gives me a bad vibe. You oughta stay clear of places tagged with shit like that. //Degenerate Signal

Keep walking through the crowds. The streets are a home for you, now and as long as you need them. They need to be, to be comfortable. You're in them enough, watching and learning. //RRH

The Projects represents Cinci’s finest offer to the holy and holey space: within them, space and solid are intertwined; room and wilderness; life and death; beginning and ending, for all of us. //Degenerate Signal

Gun sales skyrocketing after announcements by Tower representatives that their own officers will not be prosecuted for involvement in murders. This is not news to anyone paying attention but it does clarify how little we should care about them. //Degenerate Signal

Found a sealed set of surgical equipment in a dumpster last night. Failed start up clinic by my reckoning. What people leave behind tells you a lot about them, head. //Degenerate Signal

The DayStar Times are not what you think they are. The paper is not a natural development. Follow the money, wherever it goes, it can't be good. //Degenerate Signal

The deal is struck, just a matter of getting what you want now. You have a job now, you'll get it done. The speedbumps are just that, you'll get what you need. You'll get it done. //RRH

Can you describe the creatures? Do you have a picture, perhaps? Have you seen the skinmen in the Badlands? If you have you may be entitled to financial compensation. //Degenerate Signal

You may have seen something truly remarkable, something truly horrible. And, we want to know about it. //Degenerate Signal

Data Day, Day to day: Combat Metal legends 'Shotgun Trepanation' announce a city wide tour to celebrate the emergence of lead vocal and guitarist' Slim Jim' from his 18 month coma: //Broken Repeater

He's a 900lbs porker who wanted to try crowd surfing. I'm amazed no one died, said Drummer Bald Rick. //Broken Repeater

You're not sure how you got here, but you know where you're going. What you have to do at the end of the day, maybe not how to get there, but you know what your purpose is. //RRH

Good news for Jazz fans, and good noise for everyone else: Wendy Fleischer will be revisiting her award-winning performance at the Showdown bar for the next three nights. //Broken Repeater

Nuclear revelators, welcome aboard the solar wavelengths of today's broadcast. We're embarking on a sonic journey through the fractal soundscapes of quantum harmonics. //Broken Repeater

Data Day, Day to day: Traffic Warning in the New Dundee district as the 71 hour siege of the 'Free Cincinnati Autonomous region' ends in gunfire and bloodshed. //Broken Repeater

[imnothingimnobody]

Blue had chemicals in his hand There's nothing worse than a bored man It was spiked with mescaline We were driving to Laurel, Penn. Through the Appalachians I threw up in a city called Gold In West Virginia He promised us a plate Scale was ex-communicate We stopped off In West Virgina We stopped in the steel towns We stopped where a coal fire Will last for hundreds (of years) The soil was giving out beneath us They made a fret The chemical goal It was an inherent disease I guess caused by imbalance Of various fluids in the brain They fretted over chemicals I carefully scruffed my hair We'll leave our bad house to you

I wander out in the forest It's Appalachia where are your fucking eyes?

I was on speed it was a old drug there I wrote a poem about it The summer made clothes stick to us No more excuses for traitors.

[lavenderhera]

Ego Death.

Ego death. An interesting topic to write about on tumblr if you ask me. But buckle yourself up, since this is going to be a whimsical and redundant rambling on your behalf.

To begin with, what is an "ego"? The term ego, amongst the id and super ego, was first proposed by Sigmund Freud in 1923. He compared the ego to a horse rider who makes decisions, and the horse the id, which holds the power to move and drive. The super ego bothers itself with personal ideals, outer perfection, and desires. I like to compare it to a pedant teacher supervising the horse rider. Yet, this interpretation no longer applies to modern implications of the word ego, as it often carries a negative meaning. It includes any form of sense of self, such as possessions, work, and social relationships. Ego dissolution is most commonly reached through psychedelics. The classic hallucinogens used are Lysergic acid diethylamide, psilocybin, mescaline, and n-dimethyltryptamine (complicated names, I know). Other times, dissociative anesthetics such as ketamine are used. Scientists are still unsure of exactly how these drugs cause ego death. A leading explanation is that these drugs cut the connection between you and your DMN, which is the part of your brain that allows you to refer back to the past or think about the future, which is a quality most animals lack. For those with anxiety, your DMN is usually more active than others. I won't get into the neuroscience aspect of ego death, as I'm more of a philosophy girl.

The concept of "self" is wholly subjective. You can rarely experience two selves and remember both experiences, unless perhaps in cases of multiplicity. This is similar to love, in that you cannot be sure whether the love you describe and feel is the same as the feeling other people talk about. I, personally (how ironic), feel like I have dissociated myself already. Sure, I have ideas of what interests me, what issues I care about, yet I feel like I am part of a more significant matter, such as this world we live in. This isn't exactly ego death, as ego death usually refers to the complete loss of identity, being stripped naked of your sense and idea of self. This is caused by separating yourself completely from your past experiences. In this state, one can discover who they truly are, and not who they were in the past or the idea one has of themself.

In my opinion, ego dissolution is mostly pointless, as I believe a person is created solely from subjective views, like the ideas they have of who they might be. Because in a sense, "you" are both the horse rider and the judge: the ego, and the super-ego.

[zerogate]

The consensus among its recent archaeologists is that Chavín was a temple built for large-scale ceremonies, and that hallucinogenic plant preparations were an important component of the rituals that took place there. The architecture of the complex seems to have been designed to frame and create a spectacle in which the senses were manipulated by sound, light and spatial disorientation as well as consciousness-altering plant preparations. Rushing mountain streams were rerouted to create an artificial watercourse that echoed through the tunnels; conch trumpet shells have been found, and fragments of anthracite mirror that may have bounced light through the galleries along with sound. The expansion of the site over centuries, and the replication of Chavín’s motifs in later sites hundreds of miles distant, suggest that the experience drew participants from great distances, uniting the cultures of the coast with those of the jungle on the Andes’ eastern slopes into which the Mosna river descends. For Julio Tello this made Chavín the founding nexus of Peruvian culture. He described it as the trunk of a mighty tree out of whose three great limbs – the coast, the mountains and the jungle – the nation had been born.

Chavín places mescaline at the origins of South America’s first monumental culture, but in the company of too many other visionary plants to trace its signature clearly. The imagery that swarms across the temple’s stone reliefs is, to modern eyes, intensely psychedelic: a chaos of claws, jaws, wings and huge dilated eyes that resolves into geometrical, tessellated abstracts and stacked vertical repetitions. But this style suggests not so much the characteristic visions of mescaline as the fractal, bejewelled mindscapes that feature so prominently in contemporary DMT- and ayahuasca-inspired art. Chavín’s pantheon of fanged and bug-eyed deities are carved across vilca snuff trays and tubes from other, later cultural sites in Bolivia, Argentina and Chile. The consumption of DMT-containing snuffs is vividly suggested by the tenon heads on the walls that pour gouts of mucus from their noses as they grimace in ecstatic agony and shapeshift into feline predators, an ordeal still practised with similar snuffs by Amazonian shamans today.

The role played by mind-altering substances in the rites of long-vanished cultures can only be a matter for speculation, but the architecture of Chavín may offer some clues to how San Pedro was used. The pyramids, countersunk plazas and subterranean galleries constitute a vertical complex that appears designed for a sequence of ritual elements: a mass gathering, an ascent to the summit and a private ordeal or mystery, perhaps involving DMT snuffs, enacted in the labyrinths beneath. The imposing gate in the outer wall suggests a formal procession route into the temple’s ceremonial core. The gatherings in the plazas might have taken the form of singing and dancing enhanced by a San Pedro brew, perhaps as an admixture to a ceremonial chicha. Mescaline, like its modern stepchild MDMA (ecstasy), encourages rhythmic and stereotypic movement: in Mexican traditions, peyote was commonly used to drive celebrants through all-night dancing ceremonies. As well as moderating the nausea and uncomfortable physical symptoms of the cactus, rhythmic group movement on mescaline helps to bond celebrants together in a euphoric trance state. San Pedro could have performed this role for those who made the pilgrimage to the high mountains, as an element in a ceremonial brew that subsumed the inhabitants of desert, mountain and jungle into an ecstatic group mind and a shared Andean culture.

-- Mike Jay, Mescaline

[thedeaditeslayer]

INTERVIEW: Bruce Campbell on the enduring legacy of horror classic ‘Evil Dead’.

Bruce Campbell, the multi-hyphenate actor who has had a tremendous cultural impact in the world of entertainment, has put together a résumé like no other performer. He’s known for playing the iconic character of Ash in the Evil Dead films and its spinoff TV series, Ash vs.The Evil Dead. This horror credibility is by no means exclusive; he has also acted in many other projects, including Burn Notice, Bubba Ho-Tep, Hercules: The Legendary Journeys, Xena: Warrior Princess and The Adventures of Brisco County, Jr. Add to that a couple bestselling memoirs, and his professional life has been a full one.

Now he’s ready to talk about perhaps the best-known bullet point on that résumé: his starring turn in the original Evil Dead. On Saturday, Jan. 23, Campbell will take part in an interactive virtual watch party while the horror movie plays for an online audience. The Tobin Center for the Performing Arts in San Antonio is one of the national venues hosting the event. Tickets are $25-$50.

Recently Hollywood Soapbox spoke with Campbell about his career, about the horror movie that started it all and his new “retirement.” Here’s what he had to say …

On what fans can expect from the virtual event …

They can expect amazingness at every turn. You know what it is, it’s not your father’s commentary. Your father’s commentary was on the old DVDs, and the movie starts, and the actors sit around and shoot the shit about what they remember. But it’s real time. It’s OK, but you miss a lot of stuff. So in this case I’ve got some kind of device that’s going to allow me to stop, start, maybe even rewind because you can get a lot more detail. My problem with the old commentaries I would do: You tell a story, something, something. You look up, and you go, ‘Oh, I wish I could have told that story, but it’s already gone.’ So this is a chance to expand the experience, get a little more detail, more trivia. I can kind of tease stuff up. I can pause it and go, ‘Oh, oh, oh,’ and let the people know something [is coming], so it’s just a different type of format done in a very safe and responsible fashion in this modern era.”

On his other work during this pandemic …

My agent kind of put this together because I’ve done similar stuff. I have worked with Wizard Entertainment a lot over the years, and I’ve been doing Last Man Standing as a game show host virtually through Wizard Virtual. And we’ve done that a bunch of times, and we’ve done this sort of Hercules type of reunion sort of stuff. So we’ve danced around it, but this is a way to kind of do another version of something where you go, OK, let’s do a little sit down. You know what it is, it’s just a live performance without the theater. I would be doing essentially the same thing in a movie theater, but until those open again, this is a pretty good second opportunity because the cool thing about the broadcast is it’s open to the world.”

On his hopes for the future of this type of virtual programming …

I hope it works because there are a lot of other movies that I’d be happy to sit with and watch.

On whether he knew Evil Dead would be so legendary …

We knew it from day one. [laughs] No, we did not. Honestly, it was a struggle just to finish the movie. We were under-funded. We shot in Tennessee, but we left 12 weeks later. We were supposed to be there for four weeks, so everything fell apart. We put it back together again. It fell apart — raise a little more money, shoot a little more. So most people think it was 1981, when it came out, but you’re close. But it’s really 1979 is when we actually shot the movie, and then it took several other years just to cobble the thing together. So, no, there was no heightened sense of oh my God we’ve got Star Wars on our hands. We felt fortunate that we had just enough money to finish the damn thing.

On whether he was OK with the gore …

Going in, we knew we wanted to have no holds barred. The only scene I objected to as an individual was the vine rape scene, but it wasn’t my character they were doing it to. So my dog wasn’t really in that fight.

On how he approached the role of Ash …

Well, look the first Evil Dead is pretty straight. It’s kind of a melodrama. There’s not a lot of cracking jokes. By the second Evil Dead, he’s sort of like a veteran with a little more sardonic cracks here and there. By the time you get to Army of Darkness, he’s sort of the ugly American. He’s morphed into the full braggadocious guy — I’ve been through stuff; get out of my way. And then by Ash vs. Evil Dead, now he’s on the downslope. The guy is picking up chicks at the Last Call. He’s doing mescaline. It was fun to follow the character as he progresses and digresses.

On whether he wanted more episodes of Ash vs. Evil Dead …

You can never tell a company that’s putting up the money that they need to pay you more and finance more seasons because they have their own agenda, and they gave us three seasons, which is a fair shot. … Hey, they allowed us to do three seasons of basically unrated television, so fans certainly got their mouthful.

On whether he likes changing it up in his career …

I come from Detroit where in manufacturing they would do job rotation, like Fridays you’d work on tires, next week you’d work on fenders. This is in the factory, working in the auto factory, so it would be a way to keep the workers sort of interested. So, yeah, I love bopping in front of the camera, behind. This year I’m going to be a publisher. I’m going to publish a bunch of books later this year. I started a publishing company because there are a lot of projects that’ll never get made into movies, but doggone it, they sure can be made into novels and books and all kinds of fun stuff. … I’ve got 10 prospective books that I’ll sort of squeeze out over the next couple years. I’m just prepping each one, coming up with a cool cover. There’s tons of projects over the years that I developed. You look at it, and you go, well, no one is going to put up $10 million for this movie. But it won’t cost that much to put it out as a book because I think there’s a lot of stories that we thought were cool. I’d hate for them to wind up in a digital graveyard.

On whether he would ever play Ash again …

I’m officially retired, but I’m sure actors have said that before. I feel like I left it all out on the table for the TV show, and then beyond that, there wasn’t much I was either able or interested in lending to it. I’m going to do the voice for the video game. We’re doing an official Evil Dead game.

On whether he likes to meet fans at conventions …

I have no problem with it. It’s a fun interaction. You get to see new towns and see what folks are up to. You can do your own market research about what are they into, what are they like, what are they all about, who are they, how old are they, what do they look like, so that’s pretty fun. And staying relevant in front of a crowd is always fun, to torment the kids, so I’ll probably get that done if they’ll let us. I might do a drive-in movie tour later this summer.

On the fans who like the sequels as much as the original Evil Dead …

I just know that it was nice of them to embrace the rest of the movies, for different reasons. There are aficionados who like the straight horror of Evil Dead. There are people who like the wackiness of Evil Dead 2, which is sort of splat-stick. And there are some people who can’t really handle the gore, and they like Army of Darkness. It’s jokes; it’s talking skeletons. I mean a 12-year-old could watch Army of Darkness.

On being remembered for Ash above any other role …

You can’t predict how the viewing public will want to remember you over the years. I’m OK with it because Evil Dead got me into the film business and has given me gainful employment for years. What I found in the past is there’s no point grousing over what you think you are perceived as. Every person perceives an actor differently. If you only watch westerns, you might watch The Adventures of Brisco County, Jr. and love it, but hate Evil Dead. You might love spy shows and watch Burn Notice, but you’re still not going to watch Evil Dead. So I’ve found I’m sort of known by what people watched, and that’s good. I’m OK, as long as they watch.

[tfc2211]

Santana on stage at Woodstock. Left to right: Gregg Rolie, Michael Carabello, Carlos Santana, Jose "Chepito" Areas, Michael Shrieve, and David Brown. Photo © Jim Marshall.

As Santana took the stage at Woodstock, some people in the audience had already heard of this great Latin band with the Mexican lead guitarist, and a few had actually seen them perform, but most of the half-million people in the audience had no idea what to expect—what amounted to a preview of their soon-to-be-released debut album (all but their encore were from the Santana album). They opened with an instrumental, “Waiting,” and from the start, Gregg Rolie’s keyboard created the framework for the other musicians’ groove. Carlos Santana followed along on rhythm guitar before breaking into his powerful solo. Before beginning their next song, Rolie announced to the audience that it was great to be in New York, having second thoughts when he asked, “we are in New York, yeah?” The next song, “Evil Ways,” continued to showcase the tight, professional musicianship of the band, even if the hallucinogen (Carlos later insisted that it was LSD, not mescaline) that turned Carlos Santana’s guitar into a snake was giving him some trouble during his solo. The audience responded with polite applause as the band tuned up for the next song, “You Just Don’t Care.” Rolie’s voice began to crack a bit on the high notes, but the audience was swept up by the band’s performance, so it didn’t seem to matter. The band then played another instrumental, “Savor,” a song that features lots of organ and percussion and an extended drum solo by Michael Shrieve. A quick “thank you from San Francisco” from Rolie before the band launches into “Jingo,” lush with Leslie-infused organ, a driving beat, and Chepito on trumpet.

Throughout their set, the band performed as a tight unit, feeding on each other’s energy, obviously enjoying themselves. During the next song, “Persuasion,” Rolie went crazy on the Hammond B3 while Carabello enthusiastically clapped and pounded on his congas. People at the side stage were dancing and clapping, and the audience responded in kind. With the excitement ratcheted up, Carabello and Areas began the intro percussion to the band’s triumph, “Soul Sacrifice,” another instrumental. Whatever nerves or chemical issues the musicians had at the beginning of their set were gone, and the music soared. As each band member got his own solo, the tribal rhythms got the audience on their feet, clapping, dancing, and losing themselves in the music. Michael Shrieve took his solo and gave the world one of the most memorable drum solos of all time, and Carlos Santana tied it all up with a bow with his spectacular work on his Gibson SG. The audience, hands clapping above their heads, shouted, “More, more, more, more.” The band returned to the stage for their encore to play the only song that would not appear on their upcoming album, “Fried Neck Bones and Some Home Fries,” for an amazed and appreciative audience.

Within days of their performance at Woodstock, Santana’s self-titled debut album was released. Word spread about their set at Woodstock, and the album rose to #4 on the U.S. Billboard chart, with the single “Evil Ways” charting in the Top 10. The band continued touring and building a following, appearing at the ill-fated Altamont Free Concert in December 1969.

[mulderspice]

CHAPTER 4!

We now return to resident Girlboss Maya, who is in a Black Mercedes G-Wagon on her way to the desert with the Young Turks. They are smoking weed and Cuban cigars, and listening to rap music. Dutchoven takes an entire page to discuss the fact that there is one African American named JJ in the group, and uses this character to drop the N word via the lyrics to Kanye West’s “Gold Digger”.

Their plan is to drink and do drugs on Friday, golf on Saturday (except Maya’s not going because golf is gross and she wants to go to the spa instead) and go back on Sunday.

Anyway, Maya doesn’t want to do Molly so she decides to do mescaline instead and does WAY too much of it. While doing trust falls with the Turks, she allows JJ (the only black character, mind you) to fall to the floor. She does this because he called her Malouf’s Hope Hicks (aka Trump’s unqualified press aide) and she wants to get back at him and prove that she is not Malouf’s HH. Dutchoven takes some jabs at Trump here, too.

Anyway she gets way too high and starts hyperventilating and decides to steal a Maserati (I think?) and drive into the desert. She’s going 100 mph and then hits dirt road, so she decides to get out and walk around. Here, she comes across the Powers Family gathered around their campfire telling stories.

Because she is so fucking high she thinks they are literal primate cavemen. It doesn’t help that they are talking about primates, specifically chimps and baboons because one of Bronson’s Hollywood friends named Hank (Hank Moody? Another Dutchoven character? How original) once wrestled a baboon at a movie set and somehow became dominant over it and got it to groom his scalp. IDFK. Maya decides now is the time to introduce herself as a homo sapien, and walks up to the Bronson Bunch. One of the younger boys then SHOOTS HER WITH A BOW AND ARROW!!!!! Bronson takes the weapon and Maya takes the arrow out of her arm and faints. She wakes up to Hero Cowboy Bronson holding her on horseback. She is still extremely high, but somehow manages to say “Thank you Bronson”. She only has one other memory from the weekend, which is of her getting her toenails done at the spa.

When she goes back with the Turks, they kind of dub her a hero for going through all this and having a “red badge of courage” on her arm (which is just a fucking wound). Anyway, she vows to go back and find Mystery Cowboy Bronson in secret. She’s also kind of a bitch about the whole thing and refuses to tell anyone what really happened, even though she actually just doesn’t remember.

reading this entire paragraph felt like what id imagine it would feel like to do crystal meth

[esf-sbx]

“Mescaline” - Robert Francis

A few months ago, I heard Francis’ “Boy Like That” after talking with a guy from Discord, and while listening to the song at work this past week, this track played after it and I just fell deep into it.

The vocals, the power, the melody and this warm feeling, although the entire song is dressed as a sad ballad. The lyrics drag you along for what appears to be a drug-fuelled ride, or simply a life gone awry with tragedy and numbness.

And honestly, if there’s ever a song to cry to while driving down a highway, this is it.

“Mescaline” Before Nightfall (2009) Robert Francis