I neglected to write an introductory essay and went right to posting (see Three Tries). This is intended to correct that oversight.

I first heard about DMT about thirty-five years ago. At that time I was more interested in other hallucinogens, and while curious, I regarded it as just that: a curiosity. There was none available that I knew of and I just chalked it up to being an exotic item I had little likelihood of ever encountering.

After completing as much formal education as I wished, I set about traveling, usually winding up in the same places as The Grateful Dead (who are The Grateful Dead and why do they keep following me?). Over the years I experienced a great many trips produced by a wide variety of substances, and I always indulged my curiosity not just by indulging in substance use (and some abuse) but also by reading everthing I could find about them, learning all I possibly could. Loompanics Unlimited was a favorite publisher, but I would also read whatever scholarly works and studies I was able to locate. (Slim pickens, considering how such research was suppressed.) I learned a lot, but never enough. There were always more questions, and more experiences. Curiosity has been a driving force in my life for as long as I can remember. Literally, my earliest memories always seem to concern "why...", "how...", or "what if..." and my (mis)adventures trying to satisfy a childish but overwhelming desire to KNOW.

So now, in middle age, and blessed with the internet, I wind up here, where I suddenly find so many kindred adventurers, seekers of knowledge and/or wisdom, psychonauts (and possibly psychos, too -- who knows), hippies, stoners, trippers, etc. Feels almost like coming home in a way, except that home has never been quite so satisfying to my curiosity.

No knowledge is dangerous. The danger lies in how that knowledge is used. From what I see, the only trouble I find here is information overload. Kinda like turning a kid loose in a candy store, except instead of a stomach ache, I wind up with eye fatigue and frustration from not being to learn it all all at once.

Like I said at the beginning of this, good thing I'm not a cat.

DMT grants wishes...glad I didn't say oh crap
Knowledge is power and I can tell you are a powerful person.
You'll fit right the psychonauts, and the psychos.
We all float down here, I wish you well

Welcome! Always good to find a kindred deadhead (unfortunately I'm born again) and another voracious seeker of knowledge.

From the land of the midnight sun
where ice blue roses grow
'long those roads of gold and silver snow
Howlin' wide or moanin low
So many roads I know
So many roads to ease my soul

“Music gives a soul to the universe, wings to the mind, flight to the imagination
and life to everything.”

― Plato

LOL!!! Welcome to the Nexus out there. So awesome to have another new member with some real life experience under their belts. I loved Slim Pickens, especially when he rode the H-Bomb down into Russia!


Just sayin' here: Curiosity killed the cat, . . . but satisfaction brought her back.

Admittedly DMT is ego-Russian Roulette, . . . . but wow that's the funnest type of hand-shaking roulette out there. When you come back from ego death you will probably be delighted to possess even a middle aged body and will most likely be quite sexually aroused also. Sex is awesome when you feel you have just come back from or faced death.

LOL, Thanatos-Eros, they talk a good game about wanting to be separated, but those guys are so enmeshed it's almost funny.

Again, a hearty welcome to you. Hope to see you around!

Thanks for making me welcome. It's good to be here!