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It's Not Your Pain
When you feel pain, reframe it. It’s not your pain; it’s the world’s pain. It’s the pain of someone else, someone who probably isn’t as strong as you. And just like you would offer to carry grocery bags for someone who is obviously infirm, you should be grateful for the opportunity to carry that pain. Simply imagine that to do so is to relieve someone else’s burden. “Here, let me carry that for you.” It’ll still hurt, but you’ll bear it much more gracefully. And you’ll grow.
I want to tell you about my approach to working with psychedelics, because I think I'm breaking new ground. If you or someone you know is working along similar lines, get in touch. I want to talk with you. For now, at least, I'm calling this approach "phonomancy," meaning "divination via sound." If you're a recreational user, it likely won't appeal to you. If you're someone who's dipping your toe in the psychedelic water via microdosing, or someone who is primarily interested in using psychedelics to treat trauma, depression, or addiction issues, you might find the practice I'm going to describe off-putting or even alarming. That's because phonomancy is not therapeutic--it's augmentative. It's a program for developing supranormal emotional and spiritual capacities via psychological hormesis. Some risk, pain, and fear are part of the process. But that's the price of transformation. THE ORIGINAL TWO "S
Hey! Here's the report I filed for the phonomantic rite held on Sunday, May 30th, 2021. And here is the transcription of my narration of my experience: “Up and Atom” This was noteworthy for two reasons. Before the song started, I was confronted with Resistance in the form of an African tribal deity. Its initial presentation was as a swarm of brown and black beads streaming out of the jungle. These resolved into tiny gorilla heads, and then these gathered into a massive ball that became the head of an idol. It was utterly opposed to me—it had something to do with racial grievance. And I engaged it and told it was right to be pissed, but that I would work to make things right. So I moved on, and in the context of working with the song , I started to see a white glow in the bottom periphery of my awareness. She was a sun. I could feel it roaring through. There was a sense that I was enclosing it, like a Dyson sphere, and I was absorbing as much of the energy as I could ta