The point of life is very simple, to experience.
Experience is simple, it means try everything, it also means not getting in the way of others trying their everything. We will discuss this more in another chapter. A chapter which has the emphasis on pointing out the ridiculous shit that is every life is sacred.
Do you hold this belief? Honestly fuck off ignorant moron, sterilise yourself, sterilise your family, sterilise your friends, continue to sterilise until nobody you know or have known can reproduce, instead you die out like you should and the world can move forward, your life is not sacred at all, another chapter.
Try it all
To live is to experience your life for yourself, give yourself your own examples, to know what you are talking about.
In order to experience your life for yourself you have to ignore every word everybody says to you about everything. Yes, research, have a basic idea of what you are doing, especially if that doing is putting shit into your body, this beautiful beautiful temple.
A temple is sacred, sacred in this instance means safe, it is the meaning of the saying. Safety means that I will know me, experience me, take my research and study and open my life up with the practical application of it, practically applying to myself.
My temple, my safe safe place is mine alone, it is mine to explore every square millimetre, this is the true meaning of my body is my temple.
Killing, try it, but you do not have to, you already do. Every step and breath you take shit dies. Every substance and sustenance you put in your body shit dies. Even lettuce, the lettuce dies, all the bugs and bacteria it contains dies, the tools required to harvest require mass killing in their production, do we go on? Then there is the transporting of it …… think for yourself, you’ll get it.
Everybody, regardless of your stupidity in belief, commits genocide daily. Being okay with this stuff simply because you cannot hear or understand those lives screams of pain is just pure ignorance, nothing but. Everything is screaming, they are in pain unimaginable hence you are too lazy to imagine it. This is the damn truth, accept it.
I am clean at the moment, no drugs at all, not even cannabis, can you believe this? Yeah, me neither, it is almost unimaginable too. BUT, I do not have to imagine it, I am clean, in a region of the world where every drug under the sun is being offered to me daily I am saying no to it all. I am trying something different, an ultimatum to myself, be clean and then make a decision on my future.
The decision remains the same, I do not need to be here anymore, hence I live until I die without giving a single fuck when that dying comes. To live is to have no fear of dying, you must have tried everything to reach such freedom. I am alone in that space, one in eight billion, would love to have some company.
While I live it is imperative to continue to explore, try, experience, live. So, tomorrow, or the next day, have not decided, the cleanness is going out the window. Cannabis is coming back in, however now the relationship is understood clearly. For instance brekkie bongs are no good Freddy, they fuck you over good buddy, or maybe it is the brunch, lunch, afternoon tea, dinner, dessert and nightcap bongs that do it.
I have zero interest in any of the psychedelics, mushrooms included, they’ll come back in some capacity am sure but all I am doing with them is draining an already dry well. They are torture every time, tripping is hell now. The whole point of the shit, drain the well dry, we will come back to this in another subheading.
However, there is a whole heap of stuff that has not gone into my body and therefore I have no idea about. So, tomorrow, or the next day, my host family is taking me to a friends place who grows coca plants. Not cocoa, coca, the plant which contains cocaine. Cocaine and me are about to introduce ourselves to one another.
This world, this body, the way it and the offerings in nature interact, is phenomenal. The changes in the body, the unusuality, all that stuff, cannot be relayed through words, none of it is possible, experience is void of words, experience is experience and nothing else.
So, friends, experience you for you, try it all, have a fucking good time doing it but pay attention. Be in relationship with whatever, but never ever prioritise that relationship over the relationship with yourself.
I’ve tried everything
So many people in conversation with me tell me they have tried everything, I simply laugh at them, it is rubbish. When I say it on the other hand it is the truth.
Trying everything when it comes to freedom of oneself has nothing to do with drugs, walking in the mountains, meditating, whatever other dumbshit spiritual practice you have.
Having said that, psychedelic drugs are the ultimate tool in this space if you know how to use them properly. Not what we are discussing here though, all that information is already available.
When it comes to personal freedom, to try everything means to be with EVERY SINGLE FEELING inside your body, to not run away from any of it. The more painful something is, the more you sit with it and let it destroy your being until that being you once were is no more. The stage you get to is where I was, even the most basic of words and narratives no longer exist in your head, to the point you need to retrain yourself to speak, it is like being a baby again, very VERY difficult.
At this point, when you have been through hells upon hells unimaginable, when every resistance in your body is gone, then you have tried everything, not before. Until all that shit is gone you have not lived a single moment in your life.
This includes looking into every judgement, discrimination, bias, want, need, desire, fear, belief, guess and the list goes on. All of them are attached to a feeling in your body, 100s if not 1000s of them, need to be opened up and until you have done so you are nowhere, just another pathetic ignorant weak coward cunt. Until all that shit is removed from your life you have not done everything, in fact you have done nothing.
When you talk to Fred you know a few things, he would love to bring a mirror to those conversations to help you understand. You look at him when he speaks and every word comes out of a mouth that is smiling with the light of god, his eyes and face are full of the joyest of joys, regardless the heartbreak in the topic. Regardless of his lonely as fuck isolated life love dominates his being, his every projection, it is undeniable when in conversation with him.
You, no, this is not the case, there is barely a smile behind your speech. Everything you do is all concentration, trying to tell your friend what they need to hear in order for them to feed you what you need, aka attachment. You know it is attachment, there is no smile behind the words, it is all stern seriousness, you need them to see you as something other than what you are, it is all ego dominance.
The honest truth bud? What you are is as boring as fucking hell, there is no boring in freedom. Hence Fred knows that hell is your entire existence, the hell of pure ignorance. He knows that hell too pals, has been there, escaped.
Life is joy friends, pure joy, that joyness grounded in simply being content, still, at peace in your body, the pinnacle of living. Every moment, every projection, every tear, laugh, all things, stem from it. This is not you, not you at all.