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Post by Deleted on Jan 22, 2019 19:33:47 GMT -5
The dumbest law of all of them that has been passed recently is the lead free requirement. Basically, you can't shoot animals with lead core bullets. The reason is that the retards think that a lead bullet goes in to an animal and then a condor comes by and eats it and dies from lead poisoning. There has literally never been 1 case where it has been proven that a condor died from lead poisoning due to a hunters bullet. Lead bullets don't fragment and almost always pass through an animal. However now every hunter in the state has to spend 3x the amount of money on bullets, shoot inferior bullets and recalibrate all of their guns to accommodate for lead free. Another good one is the law where you can only buy 1 gun a month. So if you have 2 kids, you have to buy their guns 2 months apart. Or if you wanted to buy a matched set of pistols you have to make them in 2 separate transactions in different months. The thinking of this law as I have heard it is that "nobody should need to buy more than one gun a month". Well, nobody should need to supersize their combo meal either but they can do it every day of the week if they want to. It's shit like this why I look into having another residence in Nevada or Arizona. Just wouldn't want to move there full time is all.
The 2 gun bullshit is fucking garbage.
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Post by adamg01 on Jan 22, 2019 19:54:05 GMT -5
The dumbest law of all of them that has been passed recently is the lead free requirement. Basically, you can't shoot animals with lead core bullets. The reason is that the retards think that a lead bullet goes in to an animal and then a condor comes by and eats it and dies from lead poisoning. There has literally never been 1 case where it has been proven that a condor died from lead poisoning due to a hunters bullet. Lead bullets don't fragment and almost always pass through an animal. However now every hunter in the state has to spend 3x the amount of money on bullets, shoot inferior bullets and recalibrate all of their guns to accommodate for lead free. Another good one is the law where you can only buy 1 gun a month. So if you have 2 kids, you have to buy their guns 2 months apart. Or if you wanted to buy a matched set of pistols you have to make them in 2 separate transactions in different months. The thinking of this law as I have heard it is that "nobody should need to buy more than one gun a month". Well, nobody should need to supersize their combo meal either but they can do it every day of the week if they want to. It's shit like this why I look into having another residence in Nevada or Arizona. Just wouldn't want to move there full time is all.
The 2 gun bullshit is fucking garbage.
What little bit of time I spent around the Phoenix/Mesa area, I could almost see myself living there. I do like raising my family in the mountains of SW VA. It’s the definition of small town USA but it hasn’t been touched by the liberal agenda. This would be one of the last places you would see Antifa.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 22, 2019 20:10:41 GMT -5
It's shit like this why I look into having another residence in Nevada or Arizona. Just wouldn't want to move there full time is all.
The 2 gun bullshit is fucking garbage.
What little bit of time I spent around the Phoenix/Mesa area, I could almost see myself living there. I do like raising my family in the mountains of SW VA. It’s the definition of small town USA but it hasn’t been touched by the liberal agenda. This would be one of the last places you would see Antifa.
PHX is nice, but the heat in the summer I'm not into. I have a place about 3 hours from PHX, but it's still on the CA side.
I feel like I was lucky to be born in L.A. and I am lucky I took advantage of it. I don't want to give up my foothold here and while I wouldn't mind raising my kids for the first few years out in a place like AZ or NV, I would want them to come back here to go to private school and live near L.A. Lot's of opportunity here that I don't feel is in a lot of other places.
As far as the liberal agenda, I would hope my kids would be brought up well enough to think for themselves. Time will tell.
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Post by adamg01 on Jan 22, 2019 20:45:41 GMT -5
What little bit of time I spent around the Phoenix/Mesa area, I could almost see myself living there. I do like raising my family in the mountains of SW VA. It’s the definition of small town USA but it hasn’t been touched by the liberal agenda. This would be one of the last places you would see Antifa.
PHX is nice, but the heat in the summer I'm not into. I have a place about 3 hours from PHX, but it's still on the CA side.
I feel like I was lucky to be born in L.A. and I am lucky I took advantage of it. I don't want to give up my foothold here and while I wouldn't mind raising my kids for the first few years out in a place like AZ or NV, I would want them to come back here to go to private school and live near L.A. Lot's of opportunity here that I don't feel is in a lot of other places.
As far as the liberal agenda, I would hope my kids would be brought up well enough to think for themselves. Time will tell.
Absolutely, it’s all in how they are raised but it’s nice to not have to be around it all. It’s one of the few pros of small town living compared to the opportunities Cali offers.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 22, 2019 21:08:51 GMT -5
PHX is nice, but the heat in the summer I'm not into. I have a place about 3 hours from PHX, but it's still on the CA side.
I feel like I was lucky to be born in L.A. and I am lucky I took advantage of it. I don't want to give up my foothold here and while I wouldn't mind raising my kids for the first few years out in a place like AZ or NV, I would want them to come back here to go to private school and live near L.A. Lot's of opportunity here that I don't feel is in a lot of other places.
As far as the liberal agenda, I would hope my kids would be brought up well enough to think for themselves. Time will tell.
Absolutely, it’s all in how they are raised but it’s nice to not have to be around it all. It’s one of the few pros of small town living compared to the opportunities Cali offers. I dont disagree with that at all. I also think there are many things you learn living in a small town, specifically around nature, that you dont get in l.a. living. That's why I'd like to try and get a little mix of them both if possible.
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Post by adamg01 on Jan 22, 2019 21:47:26 GMT -5
Absolutely, it’s all in how they are raised but it’s nice to not have to be around it all. It’s one of the few pros of small town living compared to the opportunities Cali offers. I dont disagree with that at all. I also think there are many things you learn living in a small town, specifically around nature, that you dont get in l.a. living. That's why I'd like to try and get a little mix of them both if possible. Sounds like you have a solid plan.
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Post by Premier on Jan 24, 2019 17:15:08 GMT -5
So the people of Venezuela are protesting in mass. Opposition leader declared himself president and is trying to stage a coup.
The US and a bunch of other countries are expressing support for the opposition.
China, Russia and Turkey are supporting the current ruler/dictator Maduro. Fucking obvious that those 3 countries have authoritarian leaders. They don't want the same thing to happen to them.
The national guard and local police joined the protesters. But the army is backing Maduro.
Could be a cluster fuck. Venezuela has plenty of oil. Possible WW3 coming.
I have 3 half siblings in Venezuela. The country is fucked. Even if you have money, basic necessities are hard to come by. Not even toilet paper. That Maduro guy is smart though. He has the military fat and happy while the rest of the country starves.
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Post by MMAJim on Jan 24, 2019 17:17:41 GMT -5
Has Lopez Obrador updated his position yet? I know he has been a Maduro supporter. However, I thought his tone (via translated quotes) had changed a little. It seemed like he was saying the support the lawful leaders but are reviewing the situation. Which to me sounds a little like, OH Shit, we're not really going to back this guy are we?
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Post by Premier on Jan 24, 2019 18:31:53 GMT -5
Has Lopez Obrador updated his position yet? I know he has been a Maduro supporter. However, I thought his tone (via translated quotes) had changed a little. It seemed like he was saying the support the lawful leaders but are reviewing the situation. Which to me sounds a little like, OH Shit, we're not really going to back this guy are we? As of yesterday he was still backing Maduro. The people backing Maduro are hiding under the fact that there was an election and Maduro was the winner. But its bullshit since he practically ran unopposed and the elections were rigged.
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Post by Premier on Jan 24, 2019 18:37:37 GMT -5
I wish the Latin American countries band together and fucking invade Venezuela. They need to take care of their own. As soon as the USA enters the conversation there are talks about colonialism, oil money, etc. etc. Similar to the Arab countries not taking care of their own people. I wish we could officially stay out of it aside from maybe some covert support.
"The declaration by the Lima Group, which has been vocal in denouncing Venezuelan President Nicolas Maduro, was signed by Argentina, Brazil, Canada, Chile, Colombia, Costa Rica, Guatemala, Honduras, Paraguay and Peru. Mexico was the only member to not sign."
Add the Dominican Republic to that list. Plenty of small armies to take on Maduro.
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Post by verbal0knit on Jan 25, 2019 9:43:05 GMT -5
The dumbest law of all of them that has been passed recently is the lead free requirement. Basically, you can't shoot animals with lead core bullets. The reason is that the retards think that a lead bullet goes in to an animal and then a condor comes by and eats it and dies from lead poisoning. There has literally never been 1 case where it has been proven that a condor died from lead poisoning due to a hunters bullet. Lead bullets don't fragment and almost always pass through an animal. However now every hunter in the state has to spend 3x the amount of money on bullets, shoot inferior bullets and recalibrate all of their guns to accommodate for lead free. Another good one is the law where you can only buy 1 gun a month. So if you have 2 kids, you have to buy their guns 2 months apart. Or if you wanted to buy a matched set of pistols you have to make them in 2 separate transactions in different months. The thinking of this law as I have heard it is that "nobody should need to buy more than one gun a month". Well, nobody should need to supersize their combo meal either but they can do it every day of the week if they want to. I hope you enjoy paying for a backround check every single time you purchase ammo.
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Post by HumanAgent on Jan 25, 2019 10:15:56 GMT -5
I wish the Latin American countries band together and fucking invade Venezuela. They need to take care of their own. As soon as the USA enters the conversation there are talks about colonialism, oil money, etc. etc. Similar to the Arab countries not taking care of their own people. I wish we could officially stay out of it aside from maybe some covert support. "The declaration by the Lima Group, which has been vocal in denouncing Venezuelan President Nicolas Maduro, was signed by Argentina, Brazil, Canada, Chile, Colombia, Costa Rica, Guatemala, Honduras, Paraguay and Peru. Mexico was the only member to not sign." Add the Dominican Republic to that list. Plenty of small armies to take on Maduro. I agree the US doesn't need to get involved but it will probably be another proxy war between Russia and the US dropping bombs on another shit hole country making it even more fucked up. No offence I saw a picture of Maduro and he kinda resembles you.... Lol
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Post by HumanAgent on Jan 25, 2019 10:20:27 GMT -5
The dumbest law of all of them that has been passed recently is the lead free requirement. Basically, you can't shoot animals with lead core bullets. The reason is that the retards think that a lead bullet goes in to an animal and then a condor comes by and eats it and dies from lead poisoning. There has literally never been 1 case where it has been proven that a condor died from lead poisoning due to a hunters bullet. Lead bullets don't fragment and almost always pass through an animal. However now every hunter in the state has to spend 3x the amount of money on bullets, shoot inferior bullets and recalibrate all of their guns to accommodate for lead free. Another good one is the law where you can only buy 1 gun a month. So if you have 2 kids, you have to buy their guns 2 months apart. Or if you wanted to buy a matched set of pistols you have to make them in 2 separate transactions in different months. The thinking of this law as I have heard it is that "nobody should need to buy more than one gun a month". Well, nobody should need to supersize their combo meal either but they can do it every day of the week if they want to. I hope you enjoy paying for a backround check every single time you purchase ammo. I'm not arguing for the law, it's rather stupid... But don't serious gun guys make their own ammo? My old lawyer used to love making his own as much as he loved collecting guns? What bothers me the most is when politicians try to take advantage of situations like the shutdown to pass very unpopular laws.
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Post by vegeta420z on Jan 25, 2019 10:41:24 GMT -5
I wish the Latin American countries band together and fucking invade Venezuela. They need to take care of their own. As soon as the USA enters the conversation there are talks about colonialism, oil money, etc. etc. Similar to the Arab countries not taking care of their own people. I wish we could officially stay out of it aside from maybe some covert support. "The declaration by the Lima Group, which has been vocal in denouncing Venezuelan President Nicolas Maduro, was signed by Argentina, Brazil, Canada, Chile, Colombia, Costa Rica, Guatemala, Honduras, Paraguay and Peru. Mexico was the only member to not sign." Add the Dominican Republic to that list. Plenty of small armies to take on Maduro. I agree the US doesn't need to get involved but it will probably be another proxy war between Russia and the US dropping bombs on another shit hole country making it even more fucked up. No offence I saw a picture of Maduro and he kinda resembles you.... Lol So are you a britt? Or a Canadian? Cause here in murrica we say offense.
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Post by MMAJim on Jan 25, 2019 11:51:18 GMT -5
I hope you enjoy paying for a backround check every single time you purchase ammo. I'm not arguing for the law, it's rather stupid... But don't serious gun guys make their own ammo? My old lawyer used to love making his own as much as he loved collecting guns? What bothers me the most is when politicians try to take advantage of situations like the shutdown to pass very unpopular laws. I'd say I'm an above average, vs general population, gun guy. I have not come close to making my own ammo. I think you have to get more towards the top 10% of owners, who also shoot a lot.
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Post by adamg01 on Jan 25, 2019 13:39:41 GMT -5
I'm not arguing for the law, it's rather stupid... But don't serious gun guys make their own ammo? My old lawyer used to love making his own as much as he loved collecting guns? What bothers me the most is when politicians try to take advantage of situations like the shutdown to pass very unpopular laws. I'd say I'm an above average, vs general population, gun guy. I have not come close to making my own ammo. I think you have to get more towards the top 10% of owners, who also shoot a lot. Around here, 75% of reloaders are hunters that are in search of the most accurate hunting load for their rifles. Most don’t shoot a whole lot. The rest are actual plinkers and competition shooters.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 25, 2019 13:40:27 GMT -5
The dumbest law of all of them that has been passed recently is the lead free requirement. Basically, you can't shoot animals with lead core bullets. The reason is that the retards think that a lead bullet goes in to an animal and then a condor comes by and eats it and dies from lead poisoning. There has literally never been 1 case where it has been proven that a condor died from lead poisoning due to a hunters bullet. Lead bullets don't fragment and almost always pass through an animal. However now every hunter in the state has to spend 3x the amount of money on bullets, shoot inferior bullets and recalibrate all of their guns to accommodate for lead free. Another good one is the law where you can only buy 1 gun a month. So if you have 2 kids, you have to buy their guns 2 months apart. Or if you wanted to buy a matched set of pistols you have to make them in 2 separate transactions in different months. The thinking of this law as I have heard it is that "nobody should need to buy more than one gun a month". Well, nobody should need to supersize their combo meal either but they can do it every day of the week if they want to. I hope you enjoy paying for a backround check every single time you purchase ammo. I don’t shoot lead free, I have almost no guns registered to me, I buy all of my ammo in Nevada and I don’t follow any if the other bullshit rules. You can easily get around most laws if you want to, with very minimal effort and you would be suprised at how little the law enforcement cares about people who aren’t stupid breaking laws that don’t matter.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 25, 2019 13:45:28 GMT -5
I hope you enjoy paying for a backround check every single time you purchase ammo. I'm not arguing for the law, it's rather stupid... But don't serious gun guys make their own ammo? My old lawyer used to love making his own as much as he loved collecting guns? What bothers me the most is when politicians try to take advantage of situations like the shutdown to pass very unpopular laws. It depends. If you are going to shoot a lot it saves money but takes time. If you want to shoot really accurately you can tweak the loads to get the perfect mix. Other than those two reasons most people don’t reload. You can buy factory long range bullets that are extremely well made and you can also find ammo nearly as cheap as you can load it for. The only people I know that load are retired or don’t have kids or a busy life.
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Post by boboplata on Jan 25, 2019 17:13:39 GMT -5
Something I noticed about Rogan's podcast: he would have a liberal guest and suffer through amazing number of downvotes then gets a conservative guest a couple of days later. Guy knows how to dance between sides. I guess getting a liberal guest is like taking one for the team career wise.
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Post by Baph on Jan 26, 2019 17:02:54 GMT -5
At the risk of sounding like a pretentious cunt . . . I think I've had the most profound and authentic DMT experience in human history. And I think that has everything to do with your mindset and intentions going in, your understanding of what exactly is taking place and why you're doing it, and a bit to do with your IQ.
The ceremony was 12 people in a room near Berea, Kentucky, and set up as a mash-up group therapy session and an ayahuasca trip. Literally, alcoholics anonymous style, go around the room and tell us your childhood trauma: hard drug addiction, chronic depression sob story that you're here to medicate and heal from. Child abuse, rape, heroin . . . it's all here, man. Broken people, burnouts, hippies wanting to see Jesus or aliens or Mother Aya. They go around just barfing out the hurt, and when they finall get to me I’m completely aware of how jarring this is about to sound, but I’ve got to keep it real: I'm just here out of a genuine curiosity to experience this and to learn more about how my mind works. Everyone looks at me like I'm trolling or holding back my "real reason" and I'm immediately struck by how out of place I am in this group.
After our teary-eyed, over-share introductions we move to the kitchen area and the minister says . . . reads a prayer to Mother Aya and Father something else from a laminated sheet, and then everyone takes their small pottery bowl of warm, putrid, brown tea in hand. The smell is extremely pungent and bitter. You know it’s going to taste like shit and those who have done it before have visible anxiety. We’re invited to drink and nobody fucking drinks. I believe I was the first to actually take it and it’s not as bad as it smells, but it definitely isn’t kool-aid. I finish it off in two big gulps and return to the ceremony room to wait for the onset. It’s a medium sized, darkened room with mats along with walls and a rug in the middle. Every mat has a trash can a box of Kleenex beside it. The tea is heavy on the stomach and doesn’t sit well. The room feels anxious. I sit on my mat and get relaxed and ready to take it in. I lay back and close my eyes. Tribal trance chanting with a drum beat is playing on repeat from the stereo in the corner. The taste and smell of the tea lingers on my face. Within just minutes people start puking. Soon followed by moaning, crying, and giggling. It’s a bit distracting. I feel nothing. Start to lose track of time. At some point I go to stretch out my arms and suddenly become aware of how warm and sensitive my skin is. It feels strange to move. It’s starting. Body sensations. Discomfort. Nausea. Tingling. Dizziness. I hear myself moaning. It’s painful now. I orient myself to my trash can. But then it releases and I start to see strong visuals. There’s a tall vertical column of gears moving up and down, opposing directions, in several rows, they look like chain links or keys, all different sizes and shapes, but all gold and metallic, identical in texture and color, turning and rolling and moving up and down this column like cogs in a machine. I can’t tell if what I’m seeing is very big or very small, and I just watch it move and marvel at its beauty and smoothness and perfection for a minute, and then somehow, I’m just . . . aware . . . that I’m looking at my spinal cord, or at least a symbolic manifestation of my spinal cord, and I’m completely in awe of what I’m seeing, what I’m made of, what is in me, and how incredibly complex and perfect this machine, this organic, living, chemical machine that I am, really is. I’m just in fucking awe. And then I puke. Hard. Maybe four or five times. Immediate relief and comfort. I lay back down and try to rejoin my vision but it’s gone, and something new is in it’s place. And even in that inability to reconnect with that specific vision I immediately get a lesson, an awareness, that my subconscious mind is not concerned with the needs and requests of my conscious mind. It simply operates and moves on and it’s apathetic to my wishes. I can pop in and out of these visions and the subconscious reality doesn’t raise an eyebrow to my presence. It’s not a new vision. It’s me bobbing my head under for a few minutes and seeing what’s going on in my deeper mind, my programming, and then coming up for air. When I dip under again the river is in a different place. That’s the feeling. Several short visions follow but I can’t sustain or process them. It’s too much. It’s too fast. I can’t even grasp it before it’s changed or stopped completely. I remember saying out loud “slow down” and realizing “holy shit, I’m still awake and conscious” and what an odd fucking feeling that was. Both sides of my brain, conscious and sub conscious, active and aware and co-existing at the same time. I’m dreaming, and yet completely awake, sober, coherent, and aware of it all. Fuck.
Some time passes and we’re invited to take a second dose of tea. I partake. The process of the first experience is repeated almost exactly and as I lay back down and relax I’m almost immediately, much faster this time, into a deeper and more powerful vision. I see an oddly shaped sphere in front of me. It’s hovering in space, not connected to anything, not really in space, no background, just a void. It’s pulsing and colorful and dynamic. It’s responding and changing and creating. I don’t know how I know this, I’m just aware of it. I just know. It’s alive, to an extent, but not in the way I’m alive. It’s something different. It’s almost a deity. It’s profound. It’s impossibly powerful and beyond my understanding. As before, I’m simply in awe and slightly uncomfortable to be here, in the presence of this thing, and feel as though I’m not supposed to be seeing this. Not in a forbidden way, but in the way that you’re not supposed to look at the sun. You just aren’t equipped to handle it, psychologically or emotionally. And then, just as before, I’m suddenly aware that it’s my brain. A symbolic representation of my subconscious mind, functioning, processing, creating dreams, behaviors, fears, it’s operating . . . it’s writing code. Holy fucking shit. And I’m sitting here, conscious, aware, watching it work. It’s very difficult to describe what a surreal feeling that is. And then, just as before, I puke. This time it’s worse. And quite painful. And a bit disorienting to come out of the dream. It’s at this point that I realize it’s pitch black outside and several hours have passed. My sense of time is pretty distorted. It’s difficult to say how long these dreams lasted but it’s now been four or five hours since first drinking the tea. And I go back in for one more dose.
This time, the third journey, is completely different. No abstractions or mysteries, but a series of traditional dreams, memories, reliving of life experiences. All about women and close personal, intimate relationships. Starting with my mother and spanning 25-30 years of life, during which time I become keenly, painfully, humiliatingly aware of patterns of behavior, like my mind was drawing my attention to this loop of bad programming that kept repeating itself. I was shown how an over protective mother kept me emotionally crippled and undeveloped. I was shown how a wild, careless older woman who took my virginity traumatized me to the point I was unable to process it, and how that experience has left me closed off, fearful, and insecure for the entirety of my adult life. And how that fear has caused me to compensate and in turn, inflict pain on those who are closest to me, time and again, all the way up to the present. I moved from age 16 to age 40 in a nearly identical pattern of behavior, habitually doing to women what my first love had done to me. Nearly all of my relationships have been with much younger women, most of them virgins, and I’ve taken them and used them and cheated on them, and kept myself distant and closed off, detached, because if I’m the monster, there is no monster to fear. Despite everything about me today, despite all my strength and success, I’m still that scared little boy who just had his heart ripped out and set on fire, and I’m scared to death to let it happen again. I’m still that sheltered little boy whose over protective mother never let him learn to fail, be hurt, or manage personal relationships. And because of that, I’ve caused so much pain. I’ve set horrific examples of conduct for my peers and those who look up to me. And I’ve permanently damaged women, multiple women, who truly loved me and gave me everything they had. No puking this time. But goddamnit . . . I sure felt like shit.
Afterward everyone came together in a group. Dancing, laughing, sharing experiences . . . I went outside and sat in the truck, alone, hung my head, and just tried to come to terms with what had unfolded. And now, six days later, I’m finally start to really grasp what happened, what I saw, and what it means for me. Others were talking about deities and astral projection and a feminine healing presence and seeing Jesus . . . . but that’s not what happened, to any of us . . . it’s what’s present in your conscious and your subconscious doing what it needs to do in order for this to make sense to you. It’s a dream. Nothing more, nothing less. We all do it every night. But this time, we got to stay there, for a long, long time, and keep our wits about us while we did it. That wasn’t Jesus. That was your brain telling you to forgive yourself and overcome your depression. Those weren’t aliens. That was your subconscious mind urging you to process your father abandoning you and quit self-medicating with heroin. This is your mind finding a way to heal itself.
My biggest take away was that I was surprisingly aware and clear on what was happening to me. I was ingesting dimethyltryptamine. The chemical produced and secreted in the pineal gland that causes dreams. I was triggering a dream while in a waking state, and thus able to consciously experience the sub conscious visions. This wasn’t god, or aliens, or Mother Aya . . . this was me using a chemical bridge to enter my subconscious mind and explore, experience, and learn from what I saw and felt there, and I was, more or less, perfectly aware of that the entire time. And that awareness did not diminish the profoundness or spirituality of the experience, quite the contrary, it was, to me, vastly more real, and terrifying, and overpowering because I was fully cognizant of the fact that was I was seeing was very real, very here and now and present, and was actually a part of me, a deep, closed off, mysterious, part of me, and that for a few hours I was able to see inside that world, unlock that room, and learn about who I am at the most fundamental levels of being, beneath even my own conscious mind, what drives me, what am I, what’s operating my ego and my behavior and my fears. What is “me”? In hind sight, it seems incredibly fascinating that the sequence of experience was laid out with such intention. To show me my body and my brain, and then to show me what is probably my biggest unprocessed trauma and character flaw, and allow me to unpack that baggage and come to terms with it, seems shockingly appropriate and deliberate, and it’s easy to understand how people might feel this was the work of a deity or god or some spiritual awakening. But it’s not. It’s just your operating system, running a diagnostic, and showing you the errors, and your conscious mind being present and coherent enough to then take that and work with it. But mother fuck . . . is it uncomfortable. I was legitimately depressed for 48 hrs afterward and it’s been a rough week, in general. But yes, I think it’s exactly what I needed. About 2/3 fun and profound, and about 1/3 ugly look in the mirror and an invitation to own your shit and work on it. And it is something I’d do again, but maybe annually, not any time soon.
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Post by Premier on Jan 26, 2019 18:13:41 GMT -5
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Post by vegeta420z on Jan 26, 2019 22:56:31 GMT -5
At the risk of sounding like a pretentious cunt . . . I think I've had the most profound and authentic DMT experience in human history. And I think that has everything to do with your mindset and intentions going in, your understanding of what exactly is taking place and why you're doing it, and a bit to do with your IQ. The ceremony was 12 people in a room near Berea, Kentucky, and set up as a mash-up group therapy session and an ayahuasca trip. Literally, alcoholics anonymous style, go around the room and tell us your childhood trauma: hard drug addiction, chronic depression sob story that you're here to medicate and heal from. Child abuse, rape, heroin . . . it's all here, man. Broken people, burnouts, hippies wanting to see Jesus or aliens or Mother Aya. They go around just barfing out the hurt, and when they finall get to me I’m completely aware of how jarring this is about to sound, but I’ve got to keep it real: I'm just here out of a genuine curiosity to experience this and to learn more about how my mind works. Everyone looks at me like I'm trolling or holding back my "real reason" and I'm immediately struck by how out of place I am in this group. After our teary-eyed, over-share introductions we move to the kitchen area and the minister says . . . reads a prayer to Mother Aya and Father something else from a laminated sheet, and then everyone takes their small pottery bowl of warm, putrid, brown tea in hand. The smell is extremely pungent and bitter. You know it’s going to taste like shit and those who have done it before have visible anxiety. We’re invited to drink and nobody fucking drinks. I believe I was the first to actually take it and it’s not as bad as it smells, but it definitely isn’t kool-aid. I finish it off in two big gulps and return to the ceremony room to wait for the onset. It’s a medium sized, darkened room with mats along with walls and a rug in the middle. Every mat has a trash can a box of Kleenex beside it. The tea is heavy on the stomach and doesn’t sit well. The room feels anxious. I sit on my mat and get relaxed and ready to take it in. I lay back and close my eyes. Tribal trance chanting with a drum beat is playing on repeat from the stereo in the corner. The taste and smell of the tea lingers on my face. Within just minutes people start puking. Soon followed by moaning, crying, and giggling. It’s a bit distracting. I feel nothing. Start to lose track of time. At some point I go to stretch out my arms and suddenly become aware of how warm and sensitive my skin is. It feels strange to move. It’s starting. Body sensations. Discomfort. Nausea. Tingling. Dizziness. I hear myself moaning. It’s painful now. I orient myself to my trash can. But then it releases and I start to see strong visuals. There’s a tall vertical column of gears moving up and down, opposing directions, in several rows, they look like chain links or keys, all different sizes and shapes, but all gold and metallic, identical in texture and color, turning and rolling and moving up and down this column like cogs in a machine. I can’t tell if what I’m seeing is very big or very small, and I just watch it move and marvel at its beauty and smoothness and perfection for a minute, and then somehow, I’m just . . . aware . . . that I’m looking at my spinal cord, or at least a symbolic manifestation of my spinal cord, and I’m completely in awe of what I’m seeing, what I’m made of, what is in me, and how incredibly complex and perfect this machine, this organic, living, chemical machine that I am, really is. I’m just in fucking awe. And then I puke. Hard. Maybe four or five times. Immediate relief and comfort. I lay back down and try to rejoin my vision but it’s gone, and something new is in it’s place. And even in that inability to reconnect with that specific vision I immediately get a lesson, an awareness, that my subconscious mind is not concerned with the needs and requests of my conscious mind. It simply operates and moves on and it’s apathetic to my wishes. I can pop in and out of these visions and the subconscious reality doesn’t raise an eyebrow to my presence. It’s not a new vision. It’s me bobbing my head under for a few minutes and seeing what’s going on in my deeper mind, my programming, and then coming up for air. When I dip under again the river is in a different place. That’s the feeling. Several short visions follow but I can’t sustain or process them. It’s too much. It’s too fast. I can’t even grasp it before it’s changed or stopped completely. I remember saying out loud “slow down” and realizing “holy shit, I’m still awake and conscious” and what an odd fucking feeling that was. Both sides of my brain, conscious and sub conscious, active and aware and co-existing at the same time. I’m dreaming, and yet completely awake, sober, coherent, and aware of it all. Fuck. Some time passes and we’re invited to take a second dose of tea. I partake. The process of the first experience is repeated almost exactly and as I lay back down and relax I’m almost immediately, much faster this time, into a deeper and more powerful vision. I see an oddly shaped sphere in front of me. It’s hovering in space, not connected to anything, not really in space, no background, just a void. It’s pulsing and colorful and dynamic. It’s responding and changing and creating. I don’t know how I know this, I’m just aware of it. I just know. It’s alive, to an extent, but not in the way I’m alive. It’s something different. It’s almost a deity. It’s profound. It’s impossibly powerful and beyond my understanding. As before, I’m simply in awe and slightly uncomfortable to be here, in the presence of this thing, and feel as though I’m not supposed to be seeing this. Not in a forbidden way, but in the way that you’re not supposed to look at the sun. You just aren’t equipped to handle it, psychologically or emotionally. And then, just as before, I’m suddenly aware that it’s my brain. A symbolic representation of my subconscious mind, functioning, processing, creating dreams, behaviors, fears, it’s operating . . . it’s writing code. Holy fucking shit. And I’m sitting here, conscious, aware, watching it work. It’s very difficult to describe what a surreal feeling that is. And then, just as before, I puke. This time it’s worse. And quite painful. And a bit disorienting to come out of the dream. It’s at this point that I realize it’s pitch black outside and several hours have passed. My sense of time is pretty distorted. It’s difficult to say how long these dreams lasted but it’s now been four or five hours since first drinking the tea. And I go back in for one more dose. This time, the third journey, is completely different. No abstractions or mysteries, but a series of traditional dreams, memories, reliving of life experiences. All about women and close personal, intimate relationships. Starting with my mother and spanning 25-30 years of life, during which time I become keenly, painfully, humiliatingly aware of patterns of behavior, like my mind was drawing my attention to this loop of bad programming that kept repeating itself. I was shown how an over protective mother kept me emotionally crippled and undeveloped. I was shown how a wild, careless older woman who took my virginity traumatized me to the point I was unable to process it, and how that experience has left me closed off, fearful, and insecure for the entirety of my adult life. And how that fear has caused me to compensate and in turn, inflict pain on those who are closest to me, time and again, all the way up to the present. I moved from age 16 to age 40 in a nearly identical pattern of behavior, habitually doing to women what my first love had done to me. Nearly all of my relationships have been with much younger women, most of them virgins, and I’ve taken them and used them and cheated on them, and kept myself distant and closed off, detached, because if I’m the monster, there is no monster to fear. Despite everything about me today, despite all my strength and success, I’m still that scared little boy who just had his heart ripped out and set on fire, and I’m scared to death to let it happen again. I’m still that sheltered little boy whose over protective mother never let him learn to fail, be hurt, or manage personal relationships. And because of that, I’ve caused so much pain. I’ve set horrific examples of conduct for my peers and those who look up to me. And I’ve permanently damaged women, multiple women, who truly loved me and gave me everything they had. No puking this time. But goddamnit . . . I sure felt like shit. Afterward everyone came together in a group. Dancing, laughing, sharing experiences . . . I went outside and sat in the truck, alone, hung my head, and just tried to come to terms with what had unfolded. And now, six days later, I’m finally start to really grasp what happened, what I saw, and what it means for me. Others were talking about deities and astral projection and a feminine healing presence and seeing Jesus . . . . but that’s not what happened, to any of us . . . it’s what’s present in your conscious and your subconscious doing what it needs to do in order for this to make sense to you. It’s a dream. Nothing more, nothing less. We all do it every night. But this time, we got to stay there, for a long, long time, and keep our wits about us while we did it. That wasn’t Jesus. That was your brain telling you to forgive yourself and overcome your depression. Those weren’t aliens. That was your subconscious mind urging you to process your father abandoning you and quit self-medicating with heroin. This is your mind finding a way to heal itself. My biggest take away was that I was surprisingly aware and clear on what was happening to me. I was ingesting dimethyltryptamine. The chemical produced and secreted in the pineal gland that causes dreams. I was triggering a dream while in a waking state, and thus able to consciously experience the sub conscious visions. This wasn’t god, or aliens, or Mother Aya . . . this was me using a chemical bridge to enter my subconscious mind and explore, experience, and learn from what I saw and felt there, and I was, more or less, perfectly aware of that the entire time. And that awareness did not diminish the profoundness or spirituality of the experience, quite the contrary, it was, to me, vastly more real, and terrifying, and overpowering because I was fully cognizant of the fact that was I was seeing was very real, very here and now and present, and was actually a part of me, a deep, closed off, mysterious, part of me, and that for a few hours I was able to see inside that world, unlock that room, and learn about who I am at the most fundamental levels of being, beneath even my own conscious mind, what drives me, what am I, what’s operating my ego and my behavior and my fears. What is “me”? In hind sight, it seems incredibly fascinating that the sequence of experience was laid out with such intention. To show me my body and my brain, and then to show me what is probably my biggest unprocessed trauma and character flaw, and allow me to unpack that baggage and come to terms with it, seems shockingly appropriate and deliberate, and it’s easy to understand how people might feel this was the work of a deity or god or some spiritual awakening. But it’s not. It’s just your operating system, running a diagnostic, and showing you the errors, and your conscious mind being present and coherent enough to then take that and work with it. But mother fuck . . . is it uncomfortable. I was legitimately depressed for 48 hrs afterward and it’s been a rough week, in general. But yes, I think it’s exactly what I needed. About 2/3 fun and profound, and about 1/3 ugly look in the mirror and an invitation to own your shit and work on it. And it is something I’d do again, but maybe annually, not any time soon. Shit's deep man. How do you think all that will shape your outlook, and actions moving forward? Do you learn and grow from it? Or is it just one of those things you experience. Then go right back to the way things used to be?
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Post by adamg01 on Jan 26, 2019 23:25:38 GMT -5
At the risk of sounding like a pretentious cunt . . . I think I've had the most profound and authentic DMT experience in human history. And I think that has everything to do with your mindset and intentions going in, your understanding of what exactly is taking place and why you're doing it, and a bit to do with your IQ. The ceremony was 12 people in a room near Berea, Kentucky, and set up as a mash-up group therapy session and an ayahuasca trip. Literally, alcoholics anonymous style, go around the room and tell us your childhood trauma: hard drug addiction, chronic depression sob story that you're here to medicate and heal from. Child abuse, rape, heroin . . . it's all here, man. Broken people, burnouts, hippies wanting to see Jesus or aliens or Mother Aya. They go around just barfing out the hurt, and when they finall get to me I’m completely aware of how jarring this is about to sound, but I’ve got to keep it real: I'm just here out of a genuine curiosity to experience this and to learn more about how my mind works. Everyone looks at me like I'm trolling or holding back my "real reason" and I'm immediately struck by how out of place I am in this group. After our teary-eyed, over-share introductions we move to the kitchen area and the minister says . . . reads a prayer to Mother Aya and Father something else from a laminated sheet, and then everyone takes their small pottery bowl of warm, putrid, brown tea in hand. The smell is extremely pungent and bitter. You know it’s going to taste like shit and those who have done it before have visible anxiety. We’re invited to drink and nobody fucking drinks. I believe I was the first to actually take it and it’s not as bad as it smells, but it definitely isn’t kool-aid. I finish it off in two big gulps and return to the ceremony room to wait for the onset. It’s a medium sized, darkened room with mats along with walls and a rug in the middle. Every mat has a trash can a box of Kleenex beside it. The tea is heavy on the stomach and doesn’t sit well. The room feels anxious. I sit on my mat and get relaxed and ready to take it in. I lay back and close my eyes. Tribal trance chanting with a drum beat is playing on repeat from the stereo in the corner. The taste and smell of the tea lingers on my face. Within just minutes people start puking. Soon followed by moaning, crying, and giggling. It’s a bit distracting. I feel nothing. Start to lose track of time. At some point I go to stretch out my arms and suddenly become aware of how warm and sensitive my skin is. It feels strange to move. It’s starting. Body sensations. Discomfort. Nausea. Tingling. Dizziness. I hear myself moaning. It’s painful now. I orient myself to my trash can. But then it releases and I start to see strong visuals. There’s a tall vertical column of gears moving up and down, opposing directions, in several rows, they look like chain links or keys, all different sizes and shapes, but all gold and metallic, identical in texture and color, turning and rolling and moving up and down this column like cogs in a machine. I can’t tell if what I’m seeing is very big or very small, and I just watch it move and marvel at its beauty and smoothness and perfection for a minute, and then somehow, I’m just . . . aware . . . that I’m looking at my spinal cord, or at least a symbolic manifestation of my spinal cord, and I’m completely in awe of what I’m seeing, what I’m made of, what is in me, and how incredibly complex and perfect this machine, this organic, living, chemical machine that I am, really is. I’m just in fucking awe. And then I puke. Hard. Maybe four or five times. Immediate relief and comfort. I lay back down and try to rejoin my vision but it’s gone, and something new is in it’s place. And even in that inability to reconnect with that specific vision I immediately get a lesson, an awareness, that my subconscious mind is not concerned with the needs and requests of my conscious mind. It simply operates and moves on and it’s apathetic to my wishes. I can pop in and out of these visions and the subconscious reality doesn’t raise an eyebrow to my presence. It’s not a new vision. It’s me bobbing my head under for a few minutes and seeing what’s going on in my deeper mind, my programming, and then coming up for air. When I dip under again the river is in a different place. That’s the feeling. Several short visions follow but I can’t sustain or process them. It’s too much. It’s too fast. I can’t even grasp it before it’s changed or stopped completely. I remember saying out loud “slow down” and realizing “holy shit, I’m still awake and conscious” and what an odd fucking feeling that was. Both sides of my brain, conscious and sub conscious, active and aware and co-existing at the same time. I’m dreaming, and yet completely awake, sober, coherent, and aware of it all. Fuck. Some time passes and we’re invited to take a second dose of tea. I partake. The process of the first experience is repeated almost exactly and as I lay back down and relax I’m almost immediately, much faster this time, into a deeper and more powerful vision. I see an oddly shaped sphere in front of me. It’s hovering in space, not connected to anything, not really in space, no background, just a void. It’s pulsing and colorful and dynamic. It’s responding and changing and creating. I don’t know how I know this, I’m just aware of it. I just know. It’s alive, to an extent, but not in the way I’m alive. It’s something different. It’s almost a deity. It’s profound. It’s impossibly powerful and beyond my understanding. As before, I’m simply in awe and slightly uncomfortable to be here, in the presence of this thing, and feel as though I’m not supposed to be seeing this. Not in a forbidden way, but in the way that you’re not supposed to look at the sun. You just aren’t equipped to handle it, psychologically or emotionally. And then, just as before, I’m suddenly aware that it’s my brain. A symbolic representation of my subconscious mind, functioning, processing, creating dreams, behaviors, fears, it’s operating . . . it’s writing code. Holy fucking shit. And I’m sitting here, conscious, aware, watching it work. It’s very difficult to describe what a surreal feeling that is. And then, just as before, I puke. This time it’s worse. And quite painful. And a bit disorienting to come out of the dream. It’s at this point that I realize it’s pitch black outside and several hours have passed. My sense of time is pretty distorted. It’s difficult to say how long these dreams lasted but it’s now been four or five hours since first drinking the tea. And I go back in for one more dose. This time, the third journey, is completely different. No abstractions or mysteries, but a series of traditional dreams, memories, reliving of life experiences. All about women and close personal, intimate relationships. Starting with my mother and spanning 25-30 years of life, during which time I become keenly, painfully, humiliatingly aware of patterns of behavior, like my mind was drawing my attention to this loop of bad programming that kept repeating itself. I was shown how an over protective mother kept me emotionally crippled and undeveloped. I was shown how a wild, careless older woman who took my virginity traumatized me to the point I was unable to process it, and how that experience has left me closed off, fearful, and insecure for the entirety of my adult life. And how that fear has caused me to compensate and in turn, inflict pain on those who are closest to me, time and again, all the way up to the present. I moved from age 16 to age 40 in a nearly identical pattern of behavior, habitually doing to women what my first love had done to me. Nearly all of my relationships have been with much younger women, most of them virgins, and I’ve taken them and used them and cheated on them, and kept myself distant and closed off, detached, because if I’m the monster, there is no monster to fear. Despite everything about me today, despite all my strength and success, I’m still that scared little boy who just had his heart ripped out and set on fire, and I’m scared to death to let it happen again. I’m still that sheltered little boy whose over protective mother never let him learn to fail, be hurt, or manage personal relationships. And because of that, I’ve caused so much pain. I’ve set horrific examples of conduct for my peers and those who look up to me. And I’ve permanently damaged women, multiple women, who truly loved me and gave me everything they had. No puking this time. But goddamnit . . . I sure felt like shit. Afterward everyone came together in a group. Dancing, laughing, sharing experiences . . . I went outside and sat in the truck, alone, hung my head, and just tried to come to terms with what had unfolded. And now, six days later, I’m finally start to really grasp what happened, what I saw, and what it means for me. Others were talking about deities and astral projection and a feminine healing presence and seeing Jesus . . . . but that’s not what happened, to any of us . . . it’s what’s present in your conscious and your subconscious doing what it needs to do in order for this to make sense to you. It’s a dream. Nothing more, nothing less. We all do it every night. But this time, we got to stay there, for a long, long time, and keep our wits about us while we did it. That wasn’t Jesus. That was your brain telling you to forgive yourself and overcome your depression. Those weren’t aliens. That was your subconscious mind urging you to process your father abandoning you and quit self-medicating with heroin. This is your mind finding a way to heal itself. My biggest take away was that I was surprisingly aware and clear on what was happening to me. I was ingesting dimethyltryptamine. The chemical produced and secreted in the pineal gland that causes dreams. I was triggering a dream while in a waking state, and thus able to consciously experience the sub conscious visions. This wasn’t god, or aliens, or Mother Aya . . . this was me using a chemical bridge to enter my subconscious mind and explore, experience, and learn from what I saw and felt there, and I was, more or less, perfectly aware of that the entire time. And that awareness did not diminish the profoundness or spirituality of the experience, quite the contrary, it was, to me, vastly more real, and terrifying, and overpowering because I was fully cognizant of the fact that was I was seeing was very real, very here and now and present, and was actually a part of me, a deep, closed off, mysterious, part of me, and that for a few hours I was able to see inside that world, unlock that room, and learn about who I am at the most fundamental levels of being, beneath even my own conscious mind, what drives me, what am I, what’s operating my ego and my behavior and my fears. What is “me”? In hind sight, it seems incredibly fascinating that the sequence of experience was laid out with such intention. To show me my body and my brain, and then to show me what is probably my biggest unprocessed trauma and character flaw, and allow me to unpack that baggage and come to terms with it, seems shockingly appropriate and deliberate, and it’s easy to understand how people might feel this was the work of a deity or god or some spiritual awakening. But it’s not. It’s just your operating system, running a diagnostic, and showing you the errors, and your conscious mind being present and coherent enough to then take that and work with it. But mother fuck . . . is it uncomfortable. I was legitimately depressed for 48 hrs afterward and it’s been a rough week, in general. But yes, I think it’s exactly what I needed. About 2/3 fun and profound, and about 1/3 ugly look in the mirror and an invitation to own your shit and work on it. And it is something I’d do again, but maybe annually, not any time soon. Wow, that was deep af. Thanks for sharing.
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Post by vegeta420z on Feb 12, 2019 6:51:06 GMT -5
valetudo Avatar Feb 8, 2019 12:31:33 GMT -8 valetudo said: duvalhmfic Avatar Feb 8, 2019 12:10:42 GMT -8 duvalhmfic said: Jesus that avatar is gonna get me fired Vale I feel the same way about the racist comments in bolded font. I had to quit posting from work because of it. So I feel ya. Nigger Nigger Nigger Nigger.
So Eric you finally got a hold of the pictures that nigger Tyrone took of your slut, while he was at your crib fucking your beaner slut huh? Well makes a good av for ya and can help you to keep your hatred strong against the Nigger scourge. Keep up the good work Erick
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Post by vegeta420z on Feb 12, 2019 6:51:26 GMT -5
Good points indeed
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Post by Deleted on Feb 15, 2019 13:28:47 GMT -5
So the gay black dude who said he got attacked by two whities who were saying MAGA.... actually got attacked by two blackies. Guessing the media just lets this one evaporate like the hundreds of other similar accusations
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Post by adamg01 on Feb 15, 2019 15:45:46 GMT -5
So the gay black dude who said he got attacked by two whities who were saying MAGA.... actually got attacked by two blackies. Guessing the media just lets this one evaporate like the hundreds of other similar accusations And one of them had worked with him as an extra i believe. The fix might have been in on this one.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 15, 2019 16:51:39 GMT -5
Smollet allegedly gave the cops "heavily redacted" cell phone records that were useless.
He claims that privacy issues came into play, and that he's protecting those closest to him.
Which is hilarious, considering that nowadays, most fags are jumping at the chance to come out, and be told how "courageous" they are.
Especially those sissy boys that are blowing some "celebrity".
LOL to infinity....
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Post by Deleted on Feb 15, 2019 17:16:30 GMT -5
So the gay black dude who said he got attacked by two whities who were saying MAGA.... actually got attacked by two blackies. Guessing the media just lets this one evaporate like the hundreds of other similar accusations And one of them had worked with him as an extra i believe. The fix might have been in on this one. I agree. It is impossible to claim they were white when they were black. The answer to what color were they is either 100% correct or you say you don't know, and there is no way 2 guys with Nigerian accents can both be mistakenly identified as white. This will go away and us whities will be called racists the next time one of us sneezes wrong and these racist accusations against us wont matter as usual.
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