I haven't written in a while. Maybe because I haven't had much time to think. I've been living in the valley that is Las Vegas, sin city. Where the alcohol flows like water, and everybody is somebody. Where you can have a beautiful young woman on your arm with a single phone call, 24 hours a day, 7 days a week.
Though it sounds like a yuppie wasteland, it is also beautiful. On the outskirts of the city, you can see what this place probably looked like before the cat houses and commotion. A dusty desert plane, leading up to the beautiful Sierra Nevada Mountain Range. It's usually sunny and breezy here, the fall was mild. However I'm looking forward to my trip to NC in 2 days. I'm visiting friends and family for Christmas and New Years.
Many people are critical of this season, some say it's overly commercialized (which is true). I love the season none the less. People in general seem to be in good spirits. People decorate their homes with lights, I'm quite fond of that. I honestly wish that Christmas was all year long. The motto of peace and goodwill, shouldn't apply only to one month out of the year.
As the year comes to a close the infamous end of the world date draws near. I've heard and researched the various theories about this date. They're all very interesting and well thought (for the most part). Do I THINK that a hidden planet is going to hit us? No. Do I think the Dr. Evil society (illuminati) is going to begin its New World Order? No. Maybe the new age folks are right and we'll have an idealistic renaissance and every one will dance, smoke weed and be one with everything. As nice as that sounds, I'm doubting it, though it would be refreshing. All this being said, I have no idea what will happen. I'm not a fucking psychic. However, I do like the term "the end of the world as we know it."
My entire life many people have told me that MONEY makes the WORLD go round. That wars are a part of human nature. Lets face it, the world is pretty fucked. We have preachers selling miracle water, and magic handkerchiefs on television(the worst part is that people are buying them). Governments are monitoring everything now. Everyone is convinced that there are terrorists in the middle east that have to die. Meanwhile folks are going hungry all over the world, I don't even want to get into Monsanto. I don't think you need an ancient calendar or text to tell you, somethings gotta give. If this is the world as we know it, I don't want it anymore.
I'm praying for an end to it. An end to money and borders. An end to computers cell phones and gasoline. Sure, I might die because of some gun toting jack ass on an end of the world killing spree, but at least I'll see the end. An end to all the bullshit we've been subjected to our entire lives. The simulated life where you can control just about everything.
End of the world as we know it? Bring it on, because I'm tired of the way the world works now.
Friday, December 14, 2012
Sunday, November 4, 2012
It's so simple
I had no idea that everyone knew everything. Or at least they believe they do.
People are interesting creatures. For some reason many of them have it all figured out. Between conspiracy theorists, politicians, and religious leaders, we as a race are under the impression that someone, other that ourselves has absolute knowledge of all things. The general population (of the united states at least) demonstrates this perfectly.
The human race in general can be described in a single word, credulous. In this brief time of recorded history we have always followed those who lead. This is not because we necessarily believe in their cause, politics, or ideals. I believe it is because we, as a species, have lost faith in ourselves. To the point that when given the chance to choose between two evils, we will ultimately choose evil. When we could easily choose not to decide.
Yes, I'm pissed off about the presidential election. No, I'm not voting. When I state things like that, people will often say, "Well then you don't have a right to complain about the way the country is run." If you share this opinion, fuck off. I have the right as a human being to make the decision to be aware of the illusion of choice. Just as you have the right to believe in a broken electoral system. Politicians won't solve your problems. No one knows how to fix the economy. No one will end the war, this country has been at war for most of my life. The troops are never coming home. It is impossible to win a war against terrorism. No candidate gives a damn about the poor or the middle class. Believe or not, the two are now one in the same. Though these statements have proven themselves over the past few years, voters have this idea that Marrock Obamny has all the answers.
How many times will the people of world let themselves be fooled by these "leaders." How many unfulfilled promises will it take before the people ask why? To many people this is the most important question. Why don't politicians follow through with campaign promises? The answer is simple, politicians are liars.
Why would you support a liar? Better yet, why would you vote? In reality you have the option to choose between two politicians (liars), who are nominated for election by other politicians (also liars). Voting is essentially gambling with your morals. You don't KNOW these people running, you assume from what you saw on television that these people share your values. Assuming, almost always makes an "ASS," out of "U" and "ME. That being said, how could we fix this electoral system?
Well, we could try and vote for third party candidates (ineffective). We could complain to the government (very ineffective). So the only real option here would be, don't vote, and start making a difference through education, and direct action. There's no jobs in your community? Start a small business. The youth are apathetic and shooting dope? Start a community center. In other words, if you see needs, fill them yourself. Believe it or not, it is that simple. Don't wait for politicians to solve your problems.
People are interesting creatures. For some reason many of them have it all figured out. Between conspiracy theorists, politicians, and religious leaders, we as a race are under the impression that someone, other that ourselves has absolute knowledge of all things. The general population (of the united states at least) demonstrates this perfectly.
The human race in general can be described in a single word, credulous. In this brief time of recorded history we have always followed those who lead. This is not because we necessarily believe in their cause, politics, or ideals. I believe it is because we, as a species, have lost faith in ourselves. To the point that when given the chance to choose between two evils, we will ultimately choose evil. When we could easily choose not to decide.
Yes, I'm pissed off about the presidential election. No, I'm not voting. When I state things like that, people will often say, "Well then you don't have a right to complain about the way the country is run." If you share this opinion, fuck off. I have the right as a human being to make the decision to be aware of the illusion of choice. Just as you have the right to believe in a broken electoral system. Politicians won't solve your problems. No one knows how to fix the economy. No one will end the war, this country has been at war for most of my life. The troops are never coming home. It is impossible to win a war against terrorism. No candidate gives a damn about the poor or the middle class. Believe or not, the two are now one in the same. Though these statements have proven themselves over the past few years, voters have this idea that Marrock Obamny has all the answers.
How many times will the people of world let themselves be fooled by these "leaders." How many unfulfilled promises will it take before the people ask why? To many people this is the most important question. Why don't politicians follow through with campaign promises? The answer is simple, politicians are liars.
Why would you support a liar? Better yet, why would you vote? In reality you have the option to choose between two politicians (liars), who are nominated for election by other politicians (also liars). Voting is essentially gambling with your morals. You don't KNOW these people running, you assume from what you saw on television that these people share your values. Assuming, almost always makes an "ASS," out of "U" and "ME. That being said, how could we fix this electoral system?
Well, we could try and vote for third party candidates (ineffective). We could complain to the government (very ineffective). So the only real option here would be, don't vote, and start making a difference through education, and direct action. There's no jobs in your community? Start a small business. The youth are apathetic and shooting dope? Start a community center. In other words, if you see needs, fill them yourself. Believe it or not, it is that simple. Don't wait for politicians to solve your problems.
THEY DON'T GIVE A FUCK ABOUT YOU.
Tuesday, September 18, 2012
A thought on the question of reality
Why did carve my name into this old rocking chair? Perhaps to make this occasion more tangible, to immortalize the essence of this particular moment in my life. Whatever the reason, my initials will be eternally engraved in this chair, at a rustic coffee shop, in the hills of Virginia. The outdoor patio of this very establishment is a flawless setting for intellectual conversation and debate. Tables, and chairs, ashtrays, and good coffee. These are the only things needed to become a "post beat" poet, philosopher, and dare I say, scholar. For it is in this classic scene that I am distantly engaged in a conversation, on a subject that may, or may not be subjective: Reality.
When discussing subjective reality, the parties involved usually take sides. Some will say reality is subjective, a matter of perception. Others will say it is objective, that there is a one true reality. We often find that such thoughts lead into a seemingly infinite cycle of conversation, that never seems to go anywhere. These thoughts of reality perplex the mind to a point of agreement between the debaters. This leads me to believe that the human mind is not designed to "debunk" what reality actually is. We only have the capacity to be aware of it's potential existence. See what I did there? Essentially I said nothing, which is exactly the message I wish to express. No person could know the answer. Countless books have been written on the subject. The only thing I'm certain of:
When discussing subjective reality, the parties involved usually take sides. Some will say reality is subjective, a matter of perception. Others will say it is objective, that there is a one true reality. We often find that such thoughts lead into a seemingly infinite cycle of conversation, that never seems to go anywhere. These thoughts of reality perplex the mind to a point of agreement between the debaters. This leads me to believe that the human mind is not designed to "debunk" what reality actually is. We only have the capacity to be aware of it's potential existence. See what I did there? Essentially I said nothing, which is exactly the message I wish to express. No person could know the answer. Countless books have been written on the subject. The only thing I'm certain of:
No one is getting out of here alive.
Friday, July 27, 2012
Wake Up
It is July 27th. A thunderstorm looming in the distance, I sit in the heat of a North Carolina afternoon. The wind blows strongly. Smoking cigarettes on a darkly stained deck, I start thinking about my hero's that have passed on, and their vision of the future. Of not only our country but the world as a whole. I let the idea simmer as I take a long drag. I contemplate the hero's of mine that are still alive. As most, they started with pure intentions, but through time, and compromise they have turned into the very thing that they were fighting in the first place. Coming from a young man in American society this thought could be taken as rather critical, or even pretentious. However it is the honest and uninhibited truth of what this society does to it's rebels and freaks, to those intelligent enough to realize what integrity really is.
In the same light I visit my influences that have expired. Searching for reasons why it had to be this way. The musicians and artists, most of whom drank, and injected themselves to death, had decayed from prolonged exposure to a greedy and relentless machine some call "The Music Industry." In America, exploitation of those that are talented and unique is the name of the game. A country where any person, place, or thing can become a commodity so long as you put it on television.
As I reflect on my favorite writers, activists, and philosophers, I noticed that many of these people were either assassinated, or had killed themselves as a result of having no faith left in humanity. That's another thought provoking aspect of America. If there is the slightest notion of a large scale alteration to our society, the "threat" is always discredited, demonized, or blatantly eliminated. I could endlessly list those who were assassinated for their beliefs in a more peaceful and beautiful world.
I could also name many people who are condemned because of there intelligence. Lets face it, we're living in a society that worships celebrities, money, and decadence. At the center of the distraction that is American pop culture, is media. Everything, from television to the internet, your nightly news show, your morning paper, and even the advertising on your favorite social network. All of these are viewed as tools to perpetuate and manipulate the consumer culture that America has become. In the eyes of most Americans anyone that criticizes, questions, or searches for the meaning of this phenomena is either, uneducated, mentally ill, or our new favorite, a terrorist.
It is most unfortunate that many people have the ability to change these things,but most people are consumed by the new American ideal. Those who believe they are apart of the new counter-culture (hipsters) are under the impression that the end of the world as we know it is at hand. As if some mystical force is going to come and solve all our problems for us. Almost as if they're waiting for some kind of savior to fix the mess that they so ignorantly believe they are not apart of. Many claim that they want to change so many things, but when they have an opportunity to carry out the things they've conversed about, they refuse to take action. It is my belief that many young people are terrified by the very idea of defying authority and acting out in civil disobedience. We have been conditioned to fear authority figures. The police only protect and serve those whose authority supersedes their own. They are nothing more than a violent street gang that does the dirty work for elected officials and prominent members of society. If Americans analyzed The Civil Rights Movement, Kent State, and the DNC of 1968, they would quickly draw the same conclusion. Nothing has changed, nothing will change, unless we as a generation, a movement, and a family take the necessary steps to make our world a better place.
In the same light I visit my influences that have expired. Searching for reasons why it had to be this way. The musicians and artists, most of whom drank, and injected themselves to death, had decayed from prolonged exposure to a greedy and relentless machine some call "The Music Industry." In America, exploitation of those that are talented and unique is the name of the game. A country where any person, place, or thing can become a commodity so long as you put it on television.
As I reflect on my favorite writers, activists, and philosophers, I noticed that many of these people were either assassinated, or had killed themselves as a result of having no faith left in humanity. That's another thought provoking aspect of America. If there is the slightest notion of a large scale alteration to our society, the "threat" is always discredited, demonized, or blatantly eliminated. I could endlessly list those who were assassinated for their beliefs in a more peaceful and beautiful world.
I could also name many people who are condemned because of there intelligence. Lets face it, we're living in a society that worships celebrities, money, and decadence. At the center of the distraction that is American pop culture, is media. Everything, from television to the internet, your nightly news show, your morning paper, and even the advertising on your favorite social network. All of these are viewed as tools to perpetuate and manipulate the consumer culture that America has become. In the eyes of most Americans anyone that criticizes, questions, or searches for the meaning of this phenomena is either, uneducated, mentally ill, or our new favorite, a terrorist.
It is most unfortunate that many people have the ability to change these things,but most people are consumed by the new American ideal. Those who believe they are apart of the new counter-culture (hipsters) are under the impression that the end of the world as we know it is at hand. As if some mystical force is going to come and solve all our problems for us. Almost as if they're waiting for some kind of savior to fix the mess that they so ignorantly believe they are not apart of. Many claim that they want to change so many things, but when they have an opportunity to carry out the things they've conversed about, they refuse to take action. It is my belief that many young people are terrified by the very idea of defying authority and acting out in civil disobedience. We have been conditioned to fear authority figures. The police only protect and serve those whose authority supersedes their own. They are nothing more than a violent street gang that does the dirty work for elected officials and prominent members of society. If Americans analyzed The Civil Rights Movement, Kent State, and the DNC of 1968, they would quickly draw the same conclusion. Nothing has changed, nothing will change, unless we as a generation, a movement, and a family take the necessary steps to make our world a better place.
Wake Up
Wednesday, February 22, 2012
Designer Drugs (K2 etc.), Version 2.0
By now, most people have heard about "legal" highs like K2. However the origin of these designer drugs are unknown. Lets have a recent history lesson.
Where did this come from?
"Herbal Incense" (as they are marketed) Started showing up online and in European head shops in 2004. By 2008 K2 was flying off the shelves. Shortly there after legal "herbs" were hitting our favorite head shops here in the states. For those of you that don't know, most "spices" as my friends and I, aren't herbs at all. They're actually a potpourri coated with a cr?hemical agent that mimics the high of the herb we all know and love, Cannabis.
The Chemicals:
JWH-018 was the first of many chemicals known as synthetic cannabinoids. It was first synthesized in 1995 by J.W. Huffman PhD. Next came CP-47 and 497. All three of these chemicals have since been classified as schedule 1 substances by the DEA. In other words, illegal. I wouldn't worry about not being able to find spice at your local head shop, there is currently an estimated one million legal designer drugs on the market today.
Bath Salts:
"Bath salts" is really slang for legal stimulants, which have been known to have addictive qualities. Originally thought to contain Mephadrone, (a chemical with effects much like MDMA) they actually contain MPDV. MPDV is a psychoactive stimulant that delivers nothing but negative effects (in my opinion) such as : kidney pain, dizziness, over-stimulation, breathing difficulty, severe paranoia, psychotic delusions, extreme anxiety/agitation, sometimes progressing to violent behavior , suicidal thoughts/actions, just to name a few. Now I love psychotic delusions just as much as the next guy, but not on top of paranoia. Sounds like a bad mix to me.
My designer experience:
I'll admit, anything that comes from a lab, usually sketches me out. However I'll try almost anything (psychotropic) at least once. While spending time with a friend of mine in the beautiful mountains of North Carolina, I had an opportunity to sample some of the new spices. After trying the first version of K2 a year prior I figured I'd give it a shot. After inhalation of the newest version of K2 I noticed how synthetic the high really was. Kind of like wrapping your brain in plastic wrap. It was not even close to a cannabis high, and much shorter. I'd say fifteen to twenty minutes at the most. The next spice I tried was very mild, almost no effect. Finally I tried a very new, and very potent brand. Using a one hitter, I tried "Zombie." The word potent doesn't quite do this new chemical justice. I'd call it, VERY INVASIVE. It was as if the chemical took over my mind. At first I felt very anxious, then a few minutes of Déjà vu. Next I felt my head was empty. Like I had no thoughts or feelings. Visually there was nothing going on. However my mind felt as if it were in a void. Like all other spices, the high was only twenty minutes, so it wasn't the worst experience I've had, but wild none the less.
Why does this matter?
There so many legal psychoactive chemicals on the market. Not only that, but there are thousands being created right now. Currently we are going through a chemical revolution. Who knows what new chemical will come out tomorrow? Maybe an ultimate super drug, that takes the best of LSD, DMT and MDMA. Maybe we will discover the worlds greatest psychedelic, or maybe the most deadly. We'll just have to wait and see......
Where did this come from?
"Herbal Incense" (as they are marketed) Started showing up online and in European head shops in 2004. By 2008 K2 was flying off the shelves. Shortly there after legal "herbs" were hitting our favorite head shops here in the states. For those of you that don't know, most "spices" as my friends and I, aren't herbs at all. They're actually a potpourri coated with a cr?hemical agent that mimics the high of the herb we all know and love, Cannabis.
The Chemicals:
JWH-018 was the first of many chemicals known as synthetic cannabinoids. It was first synthesized in 1995 by J.W. Huffman PhD. Next came CP-47 and 497. All three of these chemicals have since been classified as schedule 1 substances by the DEA. In other words, illegal. I wouldn't worry about not being able to find spice at your local head shop, there is currently an estimated one million legal designer drugs on the market today.
Bath Salts:
"Bath salts" is really slang for legal stimulants, which have been known to have addictive qualities. Originally thought to contain Mephadrone, (a chemical with effects much like MDMA) they actually contain MPDV. MPDV is a psychoactive stimulant that delivers nothing but negative effects (in my opinion) such as : kidney pain, dizziness, over-stimulation, breathing difficulty, severe paranoia, psychotic delusions, extreme anxiety/agitation, sometimes progressing to violent behavior , suicidal thoughts/actions, just to name a few. Now I love psychotic delusions just as much as the next guy, but not on top of paranoia. Sounds like a bad mix to me.
My designer experience:
I'll admit, anything that comes from a lab, usually sketches me out. However I'll try almost anything (psychotropic) at least once. While spending time with a friend of mine in the beautiful mountains of North Carolina, I had an opportunity to sample some of the new spices. After trying the first version of K2 a year prior I figured I'd give it a shot. After inhalation of the newest version of K2 I noticed how synthetic the high really was. Kind of like wrapping your brain in plastic wrap. It was not even close to a cannabis high, and much shorter. I'd say fifteen to twenty minutes at the most. The next spice I tried was very mild, almost no effect. Finally I tried a very new, and very potent brand. Using a one hitter, I tried "Zombie." The word potent doesn't quite do this new chemical justice. I'd call it, VERY INVASIVE. It was as if the chemical took over my mind. At first I felt very anxious, then a few minutes of Déjà vu. Next I felt my head was empty. Like I had no thoughts or feelings. Visually there was nothing going on. However my mind felt as if it were in a void. Like all other spices, the high was only twenty minutes, so it wasn't the worst experience I've had, but wild none the less.
Why does this matter?
There so many legal psychoactive chemicals on the market. Not only that, but there are thousands being created right now. Currently we are going through a chemical revolution. Who knows what new chemical will come out tomorrow? Maybe an ultimate super drug, that takes the best of LSD, DMT and MDMA. Maybe we will discover the worlds greatest psychedelic, or maybe the most deadly. We'll just have to wait and see......
Tuesday, February 21, 2012
Humble Beginnings
February 21st, the day I step in to the seemingly endless world of blogs. From the perspective of an outsider, it would seem that this venture will be a meaningless, otherwise a waste of time. Who reads these things anyway right? I write in hopes that someone will identify with what I have to say. That one single individual discovers, and learns from these ramblings of written word. Before I begin to write on subjects from DMT to Democracy, I'd like to give a short back story of myself.
Thus far I've lived a fairly interesting life. Born in the suburbs of Long Island, where most of my childhood was spent. At age 13 I was relocated to a small town in North Carolina, culture shock to say the least. This is where music became a big part of my life as well as psychoactive substances. After all, when you're stuck out in the country what else is there to do? In 9th grade I met my best friend. Together we discovered, music and our creative fuel, Marijuana. After dropping out of high school because I thought my band would "make it" very soon, my parents moved away. Of course I couldn't leave this little town, my girlfriend was here, and my band. Then reality set in. So spending the past three years surfing from couch to couch (and tent to tent), seeing numerous bands and consuming probably more than my fair share of drugs, I've turned to the Internet.
I've realized that the web is a powerful tool. It can get millions of people together, or spread them apart. It can teach us, or distract us. Like most things in life its all a matter of how the individual utilizes what is given.
I've been told I have a gift. Many people in my life have told me that I'm a great writer. A skill that has not been utilized since I was in school. So I figured this would be a good place to start.
Ameridellic is: sex, drugs, music, power, politics, peace, love, art, spirituality, traveling, and everything in between. This blog will not only hold informative articles, but also interesting experiences that I encounter along this journey of existence. Honestly if I don't write this mess down, I'm bound to forget it. Experience is far to valuable to forget. Stick around, and maybe we can learn something from each other. I'll be posting twice a week, maybe more if some one's picking up what I'm throwing down.
Peace
Deejay P
Thus far I've lived a fairly interesting life. Born in the suburbs of Long Island, where most of my childhood was spent. At age 13 I was relocated to a small town in North Carolina, culture shock to say the least. This is where music became a big part of my life as well as psychoactive substances. After all, when you're stuck out in the country what else is there to do? In 9th grade I met my best friend. Together we discovered, music and our creative fuel, Marijuana. After dropping out of high school because I thought my band would "make it" very soon, my parents moved away. Of course I couldn't leave this little town, my girlfriend was here, and my band. Then reality set in. So spending the past three years surfing from couch to couch (and tent to tent), seeing numerous bands and consuming probably more than my fair share of drugs, I've turned to the Internet.
I've realized that the web is a powerful tool. It can get millions of people together, or spread them apart. It can teach us, or distract us. Like most things in life its all a matter of how the individual utilizes what is given.
I've been told I have a gift. Many people in my life have told me that I'm a great writer. A skill that has not been utilized since I was in school. So I figured this would be a good place to start.
Ameridellic is: sex, drugs, music, power, politics, peace, love, art, spirituality, traveling, and everything in between. This blog will not only hold informative articles, but also interesting experiences that I encounter along this journey of existence. Honestly if I don't write this mess down, I'm bound to forget it. Experience is far to valuable to forget. Stick around, and maybe we can learn something from each other. I'll be posting twice a week, maybe more if some one's picking up what I'm throwing down.
Peace
Deejay P
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