01-24-2017, 12:00 AM
glance left wrote:Nice...thx, MS. I love hearing stories of warriors stalking themselves They're inspirationalSo it was 1999. I was at college/university at a party for the liquid acid and Goa pilgrim hash heads..a few "normal" people had been dragged into the mix as the party was in walled garden of a house whos frontage
was on a city street.. some of these people had never smoked a joint.
As a long term hippy i had it all, smoking my joints and looking for drugs, kicking the fire and throwing on logsIt was like this great payback for being called a druggy when i was 4 yrs old by local farmers kids in the sticks,
Anyway.. a real shaman sat next to me... far as i could see he was all normality..he pointed out another "normal" and intoned what do you see.I saw the mans eyes turn pink and his face twist to dread, his subconsious lust for little girls wreakinga hidden riptide shuffle inside his head, pridefull veneer from which he was hiding- (like paint hides from the wall it is daubed on).stalk on'
i remember now i glanced elswhere and saw another pink eyed man , all twisted up inside with some babydick problemor some homophobic anal exoretention..glancing now around the partay....i surfacely judged all and sundry, skipping from marked by fear, to lost by pity, to robbed by stupid-all nitty gritty.
then i STOPPED.
Said i want no part of this vision.no part of this sobriety.
and the Shaman set me free apon the warriors path..knowing i would not abuse when power came through/to me.
.............................................the warriors path was met by me the first instant of sobriety.remember your key.endevour.
please don't try to bullshit recapitulationthe truth will set you free.
was on a city street.. some of these people had never smoked a joint.
As a long term hippy i had it all, smoking my joints and looking for drugs, kicking the fire and throwing on logsIt was like this great payback for being called a druggy when i was 4 yrs old by local farmers kids in the sticks,
Anyway.. a real shaman sat next to me... far as i could see he was all normality..he pointed out another "normal" and intoned what do you see.I saw the mans eyes turn pink and his face twist to dread, his subconsious lust for little girls wreakinga hidden riptide shuffle inside his head, pridefull veneer from which he was hiding- (like paint hides from the wall it is daubed on).stalk on'
i remember now i glanced elswhere and saw another pink eyed man , all twisted up inside with some babydick problemor some homophobic anal exoretention..glancing now around the partay....i surfacely judged all and sundry, skipping from marked by fear, to lost by pity, to robbed by stupid-all nitty gritty.
then i STOPPED.
Said i want no part of this vision.no part of this sobriety.
and the Shaman set me free apon the warriors path..knowing i would not abuse when power came through/to me.
.............................................the warriors path was met by me the first instant of sobriety.remember your key.endevour.
please don't try to bullshit recapitulationthe truth will set you free.