SUBSTANCES THAT OPEN THE MIND. OTHERS THAT THE MIND ANNIHILATES.
“It was night. The moon seemed to turn the desert on and an ice cold ties every thought. We built a small altar and above the center we leaned that be, as big as a tangerine, green as an olive, seemed to wink into segments of smiles. I prayed. That gave us a “buen viaje”. That the path was a meeting of perceptions between dimensions of unknown size. We cut another. I took a piece, not swallowed. I pop it in my mouth, sideways. The bitter juice began its course between the bowels and in a few moments, i felt the body mutate into something that was not belonging to me. I looked around. I thought to be under the sea. Tree’s branches seemed algae and fluctuated between spirals of colour. The sky, a garden of stars, so close to the eye that seemed dreaming among flowers of sunshine. I felt my eyes open wide in an embrace and i stopped to listen.
Suddenly i understood. I was not at the bottom of the sea. Nor in a desert of Central America. I was the universe. Nature. I was in all my senses could perceive. Branches of that tree were not bark because from wen i began to observe them, i saw their sap and each cell winding in tentacles of light. A cloud changed into a woman’s profile. Of proud and strong features. I looked away and i was afraid. Closed my eyes and decided to listen. The voice of the desert a deafening silence and my thoughts starts turning into familiar sounds and incomprehensible doggerel. Then suddenly clear.
Nature’s voice. A coyote’s howl, turned into words and a mocking hiss bicame ant. Talking with animals. I was an animal. Went back to look at the woman’s profile, thinking not to find it and that cloud turned, opening a mouth as big as the sky and ready to devour the whole world and my fears. I closed my eyes. Opened them wen terror turned into rational thoughts. The unconscious opens its doors and slowly every ghost seemd to melt into the wind. Ruthless remember and unresolved traumas were looking for answers that were finally found. I felt the depth of life and lives that hours before i defined wonderful, appeared to me real in all their torment. I cried tears of pure emotion”.
No words but the courage to “feel”.
Lophophora Williamsii or more commonly called Peyote, is a cactus, native of Central America and is perhaps the substance in wich the current era unless it identified.
It was discovered in 1843 and many of the Central American tribes, persecuted by the Spanish and catholic impositions, were saved thanks to visions of perception given by mescaline, Peyote’s active ingredient. The use of the same, comes from the ancient populations of the Mexican Indians who were considering him a God. Priests were taking Peyote before ceremonies that turned into long pilgrimages to the desert.
With the arrival of spanish conquerors and the compulsory introduction of catholicism, Peyote’s use was considered sinful and evil. Colonists repression touched a surreal peak when it was established a law that sanctioned death by hanging to those who made use of Peyote. Attempts at prohibition which aimed to root out the consumption, failed.
Its use spread from Southern Mexico through North America up to Canada.
It was, with LSD, the most consumed substance in the ’60s and ’70s psychedelic culture. At that time the artistic fervor created cultural movements that were difficult to manipulate because rised from the courage to fight for their dreams. And dreams, as utopian, were there.
Now there’s cocaine.
Destroying substance that isolates, annihilating emotions and acting on the illusion of power and omnipotence. If every age has its drug, would be interesting to ask why we are experiencing an artistically and culturally empty period, in the sense of an apathy that feeds ignorance. How comes that we’re choosing to live a substance that destroys perceptions and stuns consciousness?
Who uses it, claims not to be a drug but a stimulant.
And it’s foolish abuse is given by the enormous request that the state itself satisfies. Is it possible that in an historical moment in wich everywhere is clear the manipulation of the masses by the few, you can not understand that cocaine is not a suitable drug to raise the psychological and emotional decline’s fortunes?
The current system of drug classification is based more on political and cultural reasons that actual demage created by the substances to health. What should just be objective scientific reality, chenge in concepts confused by the interference of ideologies, cultural heritage and economic powers. The manipulation that entire generations are suffering through distorted information and ephemeral media examples, is an insult to human dignity. Look around. This is the era of pharmaceutical companies. Appearance. Fiction. Indecision of who needs to feel strong trough a substance that nullifies consciousness, giving the illusion of a power given by the exaltation of the self. Cocaine prohibits listening, slotting thoughts in isolated processes that the mind trick and dress of arrogance. Who knows where we will be when the story of us will tell about generations defeated by government’s manipulations. How many will wonder why there has not been a reaction to actual abuse of power. Someone will write describing us as the century burned by cocaine. By craving for power. By lying. Stop thinking. Listen to your consciousness. Look at reality. They’re cheating. Teaching us not to think, providing tools to ties up our mind and the time of each abuse.
Meanwhile, life flows..
Before sunrise is very very dark.