Comments on: Are you experienced? http://blog.joerogan.net/archives/817 Conduit to the Gaian Mind Fri, 12 Mar 2010 00:46:54 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.9.2 hourly 1 By: canadaeh http://blog.joerogan.net/archives/817/comment-page-1#comment-951 canadaeh Wed, 08 Jul 2009 07:16:28 +0000 http://blog.joerogan.net/?p=817#comment-951 I’m a first time poster and reader here and absolutely had to come and express my interest over this post. I’ve seen you doing your UFC work and on Fear Factor of course but obviously was never really exposed to the real you. Just tonight, me and my friends caught your stand-up act on Spike and laughed our asses off for the entire thing, except for the seemingly shitload of commercials, and not just cause we were righteously ripped, that was some seriously funny shit. Anyways, I spent the rest of my night watching some of your vids and reading posts and was surprised not only by the fact that you’re a funny motherfucker but also a seriously deep guy with some really amazing ideas. I really connected with this post because my first mushroom trip was very much similar to yours. I had a very similar mindset about the world as yours before my first psychedelic experience, confident about my place in our world and weary of any “bullshit” as you so elegantly put it. :P Myself and 2 of my closest friends munched at my cottage and decided we would spend our time relaxing on the dock, enjoying the beautiful weather and scenery of a Northern Ontario lake on a summer day. We really had no idea what to expect and just plopped ourselves down and waited for what was to come. Within about a half hour I was truly enthralled by it all. The geometric patterns everywhere I looked, the intense feeling of oneness and connectivity to the world and every single thing around me, the massive mental revelations. I sat on that chair and hardly moved for 5 hours but it was the most engaging and joyful thing I’ve ever done. It was truly an experience I will carry with me for the rest of my life, an eye and mind opening journey through my mind that every person on this planet should have. That day changed my life and exposed me to the true realities of the society we live in. I thank “god” everyday that I was able to have the curtain lifted from my mind at such a young age and I now have the rest of my life to live free from the confines of my mental conditioning. Until reading your post, I really haven’t been able to put into words properly what I “saw” and what happened to me that day so thank you Joe Rogan for giving me the ability to at least somewhat convey to people what the fuck that trip was all about You are an insightful and thought provoking guy with an amazing affinity for writing. Our world, and especially your congress, needs a lot more people like you JOE ROGAN FOR PRESIDENT (or prime minister) peace and love :) I’m a first time poster and reader here and absolutely had to come and express my interest over this post. I’ve seen you doing your UFC work and on Fear Factor of course but obviously was never really exposed to the real you. Just tonight, me and my friends caught your stand-up act on Spike and laughed our asses off for the entire thing, except for the seemingly shitload of commercials, and not just cause we were righteously ripped, that was some seriously funny shit. Anyways, I spent the rest of my night watching some of your vids and reading posts and was surprised not only by the fact that you’re a funny motherfucker but also a seriously deep guy with some really amazing ideas.

I really connected with this post because my first mushroom trip was very much similar to yours. I had a very similar mindset about the world as yours before my first psychedelic experience, confident about my place in our world and weary of any “bullshit” as you so elegantly put it. :P Myself and 2 of my closest friends munched at my cottage and decided we would spend our time relaxing on the dock, enjoying the beautiful weather and scenery of a Northern Ontario lake on a summer day. We really had no idea what to expect and just plopped ourselves down and waited for what was to come. Within about a half hour I was truly enthralled by it all. The geometric patterns everywhere I looked, the intense feeling of oneness and connectivity to the world and every single thing around me, the massive mental revelations. I sat on that chair and hardly moved for 5 hours but it was the most engaging and joyful thing I’ve ever done. It was truly an experience I will carry with me for the rest of my life, an eye and mind opening journey through my mind that every person on this planet should have. That day changed my life and exposed me to the true realities of the society we live in. I thank “god” everyday that I was able to have the curtain lifted from my mind at such a young age and I now have the rest of my life to live free from the confines of my mental conditioning.
Until reading your post, I really haven’t been able to put into words properly what I “saw” and what happened to me that day so thank you Joe Rogan for giving me the ability to at least somewhat convey to people what the fuck that trip was all about
You are an insightful and thought provoking guy with an amazing affinity for writing.

Our world, and especially your congress, needs a lot more people like you
JOE ROGAN FOR PRESIDENT (or prime minister)
peace and love :)

]]> By: adammoskowitz http://blog.joerogan.net/archives/817/comment-page-1#comment-928 adammoskowitz Fri, 19 Jun 2009 15:53:49 +0000 http://blog.joerogan.net/?p=817#comment-928 Joe - Incredible fuckin read... Let me first say that I found your blog about a year ago, and love your writing – I have yet to see your standup (down here in south FL) but I almost feel as if we have some kind of mind-meld because I have such similar thoughts. I'll get back to that though. Your reminiscence reminded me of several of the psychedelic trips that I've had in my time. I probably only do it (shrooms/acid) about 2 times a year, if that, and spread out too. My first time tripping was off of a piece of chocolate that was mixed with grinded up mushrooms (ensuring psilocybin content) I was with my two best friends, conveniently both named Eric. I saved their lives that night, but that’s a whole other saga for another time. I have been playing guitar and bass for about 7 years, drums for about 2-3 years. I'm 24 now, but this 1st experience was back when I was about 17. I don't recall you mentioning that you play any instruments, but let me "wax poetically" (to steal your verbiage) about it for a second. Re: Playing guitar. Think about this: in your hands, you are holding an object assembled from a type of tree, shaped in a traditional body-neck design, that was, I assume, settled on after numerous attempts. On it are 6 metal strings, that are strung through, and with the right amount of tension, each can be assigned a certain timbre (or note with a name we have designated according to the alphabet that we made up) and they can be "tuned" to an infinite amount of combinations, from the most dissonant sounds imaginable, to a perfect array that will delight the small hairs in your ears so much that your skin gets goose bumps and a chill runs up the back of your neck. All of these sounds are "heard" by an electronic object called a pickup, and these signals are sent through a wire (or through the air) to a cone type object which then amplifies the sound made by the strings. Vibrations. Memory is crazy in itself, but muscle memory is an entirely different beast. In my most recent 'trip' which conveniently was 2 weekends ago, me and 2 friends (who all play instruments) decided we were going to eat boomerz and jam for as much of the time as possible, with obvious smoke breaks when we felt it was right. We ended up with 6 distinct sessions (about 3 recorded hours) of complete improvisation ranging from absolutely mind-blowingly amazing to the trippiest shit your imagination can conjure up. It was great, weird, mind-blowing, epic, scary, and beautiful all at the same time. When I listen back, I don’t feel like it was “me” playing. More so, I feel like I was floating at about ceiling height watching it all go down from outside of my body. I wasn't consciously playing the drums, but rather honing in on the ability of my muscles to reproduce movements that they had performed numerous times before. Whenever I would think about what I was doing, I would fuck up, but whenever I closed my eyes and went on autopilot, the muscles took control and did their thing while I spaced out on the geometric patterns on the back of my eyelids. I highly recommend playing music while under. If you never have, and this is for Joe as well as anyone else that happened to have come across this, next time you trip, have an instrument around. In fact, have several. There is no way to describe the audible sensation that is felt when you play a single note after having poisoned yourself temporarily. Now, Joe, you talk about "contacting god" - that is one way to put it into words, but this is how I perceived it: When you really break it down what is really going on in this universe, and break out of that everyday shell where all you think about is your direct surroundings and hectic schedule, it is extremely overwhelming. We are all just star stuff. Chemical reactions and mutations. In my trips, and especially the first time (which alters your mindset and outlook forever), it really is like that scene in the Matrix where you can take the blue pill and transcend, or take the red and dismiss it "as bullshit." Millions of people choose the red, not only to oppose psychedelics, but in education, in religion, essentially for life in general. Personally, I think it to be a shame to stop searching, to stop thinking, and to stop asking the question "why?" Why are we here and actually able to wonder about why we are here? Why do we sell our most precious asset, time, just to pay for things we would be better off without? Why is the sun green, but looks yellow/orange to us? Why did that brave first man (or woman?) dig into a heaping pile of lukewarm cow shit, and think: “Hey, lets eat these!”? (:: very thankful for hydroponics ::) And most importantly, why aren't cool ranch doritos considered an appropriate topping for a sandwich?!? My first time, I began to see patterns in everything that I looked at. The world was broken down to me, in both its minutia and grandeur as all just patterns. Swirls, extrapolations of Pi. In a way, I had the feeling that I was everything, and everything was me. We are all the same people, just different circumstances. Everything was thoughts, vibes. You need to be completely comfortable with the people you take 'trips' with, as vibes ARE everything. You can sense them without even trying. They can sense you. LAST THOUGHT:: Think about this: We all have a conciousness. We talk to ourselves, in our native language. A language invented and assembled before our time. I wonder, do people who speak several languages talk to themselves in just one, or several? If you break down consciousness to the core, what are we left with? Take away language, and how do we talk to ourselves? Its just thoughts. Vibes. From Joe’s post: "Every time I learn something new whatever knowledge I gain from it brings with it many, many times more new questions." Keep asking, keep searching. I wish all you like minded friends the best, much love to you all, and keep transcending… Check me out on twitter: @adammoskowitz Joe – Incredible fuckin read… Let me first say that I found your blog about a year ago, and love your writing – I have yet to see your standup (down here in south FL) but I almost feel as if we have some kind of mind-meld because I have such similar thoughts. I’ll get back to that though. Your reminiscence reminded me of several of the psychedelic trips that I’ve had in my time. I probably only do it (shrooms/acid) about 2 times a year, if that, and spread out too.

My first time tripping was off of a piece of chocolate that was mixed with grinded up mushrooms (ensuring psilocybin content) I was with my two best friends, conveniently both named Eric. I saved their lives that night, but that’s a whole other saga for another time.

I have been playing guitar and bass for about 7 years, drums for about 2-3 years. I’m 24 now, but this 1st experience was back when I was about 17. I don’t recall you mentioning that you play any instruments, but let me “wax poetically” (to steal your verbiage) about it for a second. Re: Playing guitar. Think about this: in your hands, you are holding an object assembled from a type of tree, shaped in a traditional body-neck design, that was, I assume, settled on after numerous attempts. On it are 6 metal strings, that are strung through, and with the right amount of tension, each can be assigned a certain timbre (or note with a name we have designated according to the alphabet that we made up) and they can be “tuned” to an infinite amount of combinations, from the most dissonant sounds imaginable, to a perfect array that will delight the small hairs in your ears so much that your skin gets goose bumps and a chill runs up the back of your neck. All of these sounds are “heard” by an electronic object called a pickup, and these signals are sent through a wire (or through the air) to a cone type object which then amplifies the sound made by the strings. Vibrations.

Memory is crazy in itself, but muscle memory is an entirely different beast. In my most recent ‘trip’ which conveniently was 2 weekends ago, me and 2 friends (who all play instruments) decided we were going to eat boomerz and jam for as much of the time as possible, with obvious smoke breaks when we felt it was right. We ended up with 6 distinct sessions (about 3 recorded hours) of complete improvisation ranging from absolutely mind-blowingly amazing to the trippiest shit your imagination can conjure up. It was great, weird, mind-blowing, epic, scary, and beautiful all at the same time. When I listen back, I don’t feel like it was “me” playing. More so, I feel like I was floating at about ceiling height watching it all go down from outside of my body. I wasn’t consciously playing the drums, but rather honing in on the ability of my muscles to reproduce movements that they had performed numerous times before. Whenever I would think about what I was doing, I would fuck up, but whenever I closed my eyes and went on autopilot, the muscles took control and did their thing while I spaced out on the geometric patterns on the back of my eyelids.

I highly recommend playing music while under. If you never have, and this is for Joe as well as anyone else that happened to have come across this, next time you trip, have an instrument around. In fact, have several. There is no way to describe the audible sensation that is felt when you play a single note after having poisoned yourself temporarily.

Now, Joe, you talk about “contacting god” – that is one way to put it into words, but this is how I perceived it: When you really break it down what is really going on in this universe, and break out of that everyday shell where all you think about is your direct surroundings and hectic schedule, it is extremely overwhelming. We are all just star stuff. Chemical reactions and mutations. In my trips, and especially the first time (which alters your mindset and outlook forever), it really is like that scene in the Matrix where you can take the blue pill and transcend, or take the red and dismiss it “as bullshit.” Millions of people choose the red, not only to oppose psychedelics, but in education, in religion, essentially for life in general. Personally, I think it to be a shame to stop searching, to stop thinking, and to stop asking the question “why?”

Why are we here and actually able to wonder about why we are here?
Why do we sell our most precious asset, time, just to pay for things we would be better off without?
Why is the sun green, but looks yellow/orange to us?
Why did that brave first man (or woman?) dig into a heaping pile of lukewarm cow shit, and think: “Hey, lets eat these!”? (:: very thankful for hydroponics ::)
And most importantly, why aren’t cool ranch doritos considered an appropriate topping for a sandwich?!?

My first time, I began to see patterns in everything that I looked at. The world was broken down to me, in both its minutia and grandeur as all just patterns. Swirls, extrapolations of Pi. In a way, I had the feeling that I was everything, and everything was me. We are all the same people, just different circumstances. Everything was thoughts, vibes. You need to be completely comfortable with the people you take ‘trips’ with, as vibes ARE everything. You can sense them without even trying. They can sense you.

LAST THOUGHT::
Think about this: We all have a conciousness. We talk to ourselves, in our native language. A language invented and assembled before our time. I wonder, do people who speak several languages talk to themselves in just one, or several? If you break down consciousness to the core, what are we left with? Take away language, and how do we talk to ourselves? Its just thoughts. Vibes.

From Joe’s post: “Every time I learn something new whatever knowledge I gain from it brings with it many, many times more new questions.”

Keep asking, keep searching. I wish all you like minded friends the best, much love to you all, and keep transcending…

Check me out on twitter: @adammoskowitz

]]> By: MOMOwheeler http://blog.joerogan.net/archives/817/comment-page-1#comment-920 MOMOwheeler Sun, 14 Jun 2009 19:21:09 +0000 http://blog.joerogan.net/?p=817#comment-920 Long time reader, first time poster here. Just want to keep it brief and say that this is your best blog yet. Please write a memoir some day; you're a true inspiration to a lot of people. Long time reader, first time poster here.

Just want to keep it brief and say that this is your best blog yet. Please write a memoir some day; you’re a true inspiration to a lot of people.

]]> By: nick meahan TRICK http://blog.joerogan.net/archives/817/comment-page-1#comment-919 nick meahan TRICK Sun, 14 Jun 2009 03:11:42 +0000 http://blog.joerogan.net/?p=817#comment-919 whats with all the comedians? anyway, its awesome someone with all this knowlege gets a podium to spread the wealth to the rest of the world. whats with all the comedians? anyway, its awesome someone with all this knowlege gets a podium to spread the wealth to the rest of the world.

]]> By: walkietalkie http://blog.joerogan.net/archives/817/comment-page-1#comment-917 walkietalkie Fri, 12 Jun 2009 04:27:04 +0000 http://blog.joerogan.net/?p=817#comment-917 Hello and thank you for taking the time to share this intimate look into the way perception gathers itself after a *peak* psychedelic experience. Congratulations on the baby :) I am also a new father, with an infant daughter and a 3 year old son. So I can fully appreciate your mentality in that regard. Watching your woman give birth to your child is very, well,...humbling. I ate my first mushrooms at the age of 15, nearly 9 years ago. And what I find so interesting is that it took me over 6 years to make sense of what happened during the onset of exposure, I was watching television (yea yea) by myself in my parents living room and suddenly, I fully and emphatically *knew* everyone on the show, the commercials, etc. At first, I was confused, wondering "How the fuck do I KNOW these people?" but then my comprehension of reality was unspun into chaotic dying help me Im poisoned my heart stopped Hey God you are behind my quantum holographic mental field lol because not only did I *know* these people on television, I suddenly knew that I have always known these people, they are closer then family, closer then blood, they are me and I am they. Only, to a 15 year old kid who thought he had taken a drug and was going to feel stoned and perhaps a bit goofy, naturally, I was thrown into a fractal geometric network which sort of resembled outerspace but the stars were my neurons and each zoom in brought out the ugly sides of my personality. After this ended though, and I had some sense of solid ground and whatever dim awareness of my enviorment, I remember meeting God, beyond the supernatural imprints on the collective consciousness, it was fucking GOD, the end, and I also remember It showing me the beginning, the middle, and the end, and how this macro/microcosmic gesture is but one occurence in essence. And I find that presence, to this day (and obviously after several hundred more psychedelic dances lol) in every pair of eyes, in every action, every breath I take in I take in existence, every breath I let out I let it all drop away. Whatever 'it' is, who can know, can it be known? I dont think so. But I do think that the point of psychedelics has been entirely elucidated when we, as you say, can appreciate every bizarre moment of it. Truly, whatever is going on, to our minds when not being strangled to death by mushrooms in the depths of THE peaks unfolding program, is far more absurd then we can ever suppose. Much love and light - Hello and thank you for taking the time to share this intimate look into the way perception gathers itself after a *peak* psychedelic experience. Congratulations on the baby :)
I am also a new father, with an infant daughter and a 3 year old son. So I can fully appreciate your mentality in that regard. Watching your woman give birth to your child is very, well,…humbling.
I ate my first mushrooms at the age of 15, nearly 9 years ago. And what I find so interesting is that it took me over 6 years to make sense of what happened during the onset of exposure, I was watching television (yea yea) by myself in my parents living room and suddenly, I fully and emphatically *knew* everyone on the show, the commercials, etc. At first, I was confused, wondering “How the fuck do I KNOW these people?” but then my comprehension of reality was unspun into chaotic dying help me Im poisoned my heart stopped Hey God you are behind my quantum holographic mental field lol because not only did I *know* these people on television, I suddenly knew that I have always known these people, they are closer then family, closer then blood, they are me and I am they.
Only, to a 15 year old kid who thought he had taken a drug and was going to feel stoned and perhaps a bit goofy, naturally, I was thrown into a fractal geometric network which sort of resembled outerspace but the stars were my neurons and each zoom in brought out the ugly sides of my personality.
After this ended though, and I had some sense of solid ground and whatever dim awareness of my enviorment, I remember meeting God, beyond the supernatural imprints on the collective consciousness, it was fucking GOD, the end, and I also remember It showing me the beginning, the middle, and the end, and how this macro/microcosmic gesture is but one occurence in essence. And I find that presence, to this day (and obviously after several hundred more psychedelic dances lol) in every pair of eyes, in every action, every breath I take in I take in existence, every breath I let out I let it all drop away. Whatever ‘it’ is, who can know, can it be known? I dont think so. But I do think that the point of psychedelics has been entirely elucidated when we, as you say, can appreciate every bizarre moment of it.
Truly, whatever is going on, to our minds when not being strangled to death by mushrooms in the depths of THE peaks unfolding program, is far more absurd then we can ever suppose.
Much love and light -

]]> By: Serenity9 http://blog.joerogan.net/archives/817/comment-page-1#comment-916 Serenity9 Thu, 11 Jun 2009 04:36:56 +0000 http://blog.joerogan.net/?p=817#comment-916 I never thought that I would be a mom but here I am 4 boys later. It is an amazing feeling to give birth and to push out twins was no easy task. It's sweet hearing you talk about how you see babies and then I think of all those jerks who just skip out (like my older son's father) and lose out on the most precious times in their lives. What a lucky little girl she is! I never thought that I would be a mom but here I am 4 boys later. It is an amazing feeling to give birth and to push out twins was no easy task. It’s sweet hearing you talk about how you see babies and then I think of all those jerks who just skip out (like my older son’s father) and lose out on the most precious times in their lives. What a lucky little girl she is!

]]> By: MountainGirl http://blog.joerogan.net/archives/817/comment-page-1#comment-915 MountainGirl Wed, 10 Jun 2009 07:57:51 +0000 http://blog.joerogan.net/?p=817#comment-915 Wow is all I can say - For a writer, reading the sentence "The three of us just sat there and expressed our new parent delight with each other in the presence of their beautiful, 6 month old boy like a trio of junkies waxing poetically on hitting the thickest vein with the sweetest smack" is the equivalent to a seismologist cumming in their pants when an earthquake hits. It's THAT rare- it's GOLDEN! Anyone that doubts that Rogan isn't the most introspective writer of his time is as gay as someone wearing a fanny pack that's not Rogan himself. Congrats on fatherhood! Maybe there's hope for someone like me afterall. Wow is all I can say – For a writer, reading the sentence “The three of us just sat there and expressed our new parent delight with each other in the presence of their beautiful, 6 month old boy like a trio of junkies waxing poetically on hitting the thickest vein with the sweetest smack” is the equivalent to a seismologist cumming in their pants when an earthquake hits. It’s THAT rare- it’s GOLDEN!

Anyone that doubts that Rogan isn’t the most introspective writer of his time is as gay as someone wearing a fanny pack that’s not Rogan himself.

Congrats on fatherhood! Maybe there’s hope for someone like me afterall.

]]> By: maybeman http://blog.joerogan.net/archives/817/comment-page-1#comment-913 maybeman Wed, 10 Jun 2009 07:07:56 +0000 http://blog.joerogan.net/?p=817#comment-913 dude...look at how you inspire people to think. 6-5 is my boy's 10th birthday , and i end up reading here you entry about how thrilled with fatherhood you are...to think i flipped over to you blog after you called a cut on a fighter's face a goat vagina on an old ufc match i was watching...dude glad you are here in the broad sense of the meaning maybe dude…look at how you inspire people to think. 6-5 is my boy’s 10th birthday , and i end up reading here you entry about how thrilled with fatherhood you are…to think i flipped over to you blog after you called a cut on a fighter’s face a goat vagina on an old ufc match i was watching…dude

glad you are here in the broad sense of the meaning

maybe

]]> By: ravehat http://blog.joerogan.net/archives/817/comment-page-1#comment-912 ravehat Tue, 09 Jun 2009 17:42:00 +0000 http://blog.joerogan.net/?p=817#comment-912 never think your bigger then the mushrooms your taking. this 1 time i was in holland staying in/on a hippy camp. my girlfriend at the time had an uncle that lived there so we got a coach over. the 2nd day there was a friday and they told us cos it was a full moon they we setting up a week long outdoor rave. so during the day i went into the city and obviously sampled their herbical delights. as the day drew on we chose to head back to camp but not b4 i thought id get some mushrooms. i was a big pillhead at the time but didnt trust any of the street dealers who walked down prozzy ally saying "E's, coca. E's coca?" as they went. so i got a party pack of mushrooms designed for 4. we got back to hippyland and after sampling some of uncles homegrown, he had shoeboxes with a year on them eg 1998 2003 etc. and they were full of his annual crops sampled like wine. why im a criminal 2 want 2 do this is beyond me. anyway we started hearing a bassy, thud thud thud thud and it was time to check it out and therefore mushroom time. i asked my girlfriend if she wanted any n she said no so i had to workout how many i should have. i tried to sum up the amounts by thinking 1st im skinny so dont need as much as some1 of a larger size but 2nd i was used to english mushrooms which are tiny and you need bout 30 for a good show. so ate them all. they were dried up and had a yellowish tint to them. they had the taste of dry mud but when your used to the chemical nailvarnishy taste of mdma it was like burger king. we set off to the rave and after an hour or so they started kicking in. i was tripping my tits off at 1st it was class and similar to what you put, these amazing symmetrical patterns but with a tint of yellow. i remember thinking to myself as i stood watching, so thats where the beatles nicked their idea for yellow submarine and how all this shit my dad told me as a child allllll made sense i.e how life was a ride and how most never get to see etc. 2 or 3 hours in things started getting well strong and my ego started conflicting with my consciousness. this caused me to start blacking out which started to make me freak the fuck out so i went to uncle for help/advise. he took me to the sidebar. the sidebar was how you imagine bars in the wildwest. it was made from bits of scrap timber and metal sheeting wallpapered in duthch newspapers. when i went in there was ppl kinda yeee haar danceing on the tables a guy with a fiddle and every1 clapping along. he sat me at a table and introduced me to his friend pete. as my name is also pete i felt instant connection. uncle then left me with him and told me "if you do mushrooms you must sit up/stand straight". i did as he said and it worked, i asked later why it did and he explained how hallucinogenics lower circulation of blood to the brain so if your if your crooked it can stop supply. i never had any trouble after that and stayed in bar with pete. pete was an old skool hippy who seemed in his 60s. he had long grey hair to his shoulders and wore 1 of those 70's headbands. i remember talking too him for ages but only really remember 1 conversation about how because england is an island it made it very hard to concur and hasnt really since 1066. as a result of this the population has been inbreeding more then any other western nation making british population so fucking ugly. if ugly genes fuck the genes of their ulgy daughters and mothers for a 1000 years you get fucking ugly people. if you go from england and compare the average attractiveness of nations to it we'd be at the bottom beyond the fuglyness of flid babies. this pete never really spoke about himself so b4 i left back to england i asked uncle what his story was. he told me and that he used to be the Chauffeur for john lennon and yoko ono when they traveled across america but never liked to talk about it cos he hated how ppl changed once they knew and was sick of all the questions. because the fact he didnt boast, was a hippy and uncle had no reason to lie leads me to believe it was true. this experience changed my whole perspective of things and there after i never thought i was bigger then the mushrooms ive taken and had the best experiences since i defo recommend mexican blues theyre well giggly. never think your bigger then the mushrooms your taking.
this 1 time i was in holland staying in/on a hippy camp. my girlfriend at the time had an uncle that lived there so we got a coach over.
the 2nd day there was a friday and they told us cos it was a full moon they we setting up a week long outdoor rave. so during the day i went into the city and obviously sampled their herbical delights.
as the day drew on we chose to head back to camp but not b4 i thought id get some mushrooms. i was a big pillhead at the time but didnt trust any of the street dealers who walked down prozzy ally saying “E’s, coca. E’s coca?” as they went. so i got a party pack of mushrooms designed for 4.
we got back to hippyland and after sampling some of uncles homegrown, he had shoeboxes with a year on them eg 1998 2003 etc. and they were full of his annual crops sampled like wine. why im a criminal 2 want 2 do this is beyond me. anyway we started hearing a bassy, thud thud thud thud and it was time to check it out and therefore mushroom time.
i asked my girlfriend if she wanted any n she said no so i had to workout how many i should have. i tried to sum up the amounts by thinking 1st im skinny so dont need as much as some1 of a larger size but 2nd i was used to english mushrooms which are tiny and you need bout 30 for a good show. so ate them all. they were dried up and had a yellowish tint to them. they had the taste of dry mud but when your used to the chemical nailvarnishy taste of mdma it was like burger king.
we set off to the rave and after an hour or so they started kicking in. i was tripping my tits off at 1st it was class and similar to what you put, these amazing symmetrical patterns but with a tint of yellow. i remember thinking to myself as i stood watching, so thats where the beatles nicked their idea for yellow submarine and how all this shit my dad told me as a child allllll made sense i.e how life was a ride and how most never get to see etc.
2 or 3 hours in things started getting well strong and my ego started conflicting with my consciousness. this caused me to start blacking out which started to make me freak the fuck out so i went to uncle for help/advise. he took me to the sidebar. the sidebar was how you imagine bars in the wildwest. it was made from bits of scrap timber and metal sheeting wallpapered in duthch newspapers. when i went in there was ppl kinda yeee haar danceing on the tables a guy with a fiddle and every1 clapping along. he sat me at a table and introduced me to his friend pete. as my name is also pete i felt instant connection. uncle then left me with him and told me “if you do mushrooms you must sit up/stand straight”. i did as he said and it worked, i asked later why it did and he explained how hallucinogenics lower circulation of blood to the brain so if your if your crooked it can stop supply. i never had any trouble after that and stayed in bar with pete.
pete was an old skool hippy who seemed in his 60s. he had long grey hair to his shoulders and wore 1 of those 70’s headbands.
i remember talking too him for ages but only really remember 1 conversation about how because england is an island it made it very hard to concur and hasnt really since 1066. as a result of this the population has been inbreeding more then any other western nation making british population so fucking ugly. if ugly genes fuck the genes of their ulgy daughters and mothers for a 1000 years you get fucking ugly people. if you go from england and compare the average attractiveness of nations to it we’d be at the bottom beyond the fuglyness of flid babies.
this pete never really spoke about himself so b4 i left back to england i asked uncle what his story was. he told me and that he used to be the Chauffeur for john lennon and yoko ono when they traveled across america but never liked to talk about it cos he hated how ppl changed once they knew and was sick of all the questions. because the fact he didnt boast, was a hippy and uncle had no reason to lie leads me to believe it was true.
this experience changed my whole perspective of things and there after i never thought i was bigger then the mushrooms ive taken and had the best experiences since i defo recommend mexican blues theyre well giggly.

]]> By: richland http://blog.joerogan.net/archives/817/comment-page-1#comment-911 richland Tue, 09 Jun 2009 10:04:11 +0000 http://blog.joerogan.net/?p=817#comment-911 wow, that last message was almost more of a trip than reading about your trip. Damn, Rogan, you are awesome. Do more episodes of Adam Carolla's podcast because you two are legendary, And maybe you have talked about this before but check out Ray Kurzweil and the ideas of singularity, Jacque Fresco and the Zeitgeist Movement, and read "Ecotopia." Sure, you're a Gaian mind, but you are also a futurist Joe. wow, that last message was almost more of a trip than reading about your trip.

Damn, Rogan, you are awesome. Do more episodes of Adam Carolla’s podcast because you two are legendary, And maybe you have talked about this before but check out Ray Kurzweil and the ideas of singularity, Jacque Fresco and the Zeitgeist Movement, and read “Ecotopia.” Sure, you’re a Gaian mind, but you are also a futurist Joe.

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