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metalNESS wrote:
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The Five Precepts
The Buddha statue Aukana, in Sri LankaBuddhists undertake certain precepts as aids on the path to coming into contact with ultimate reality. Hence, they are also known as Training rules. Laypeople generally undertake (at least one of) five precepts. The Five Precepts are not given in the form of commands such as "thou shalt not ...", but rather are promises to oneself: "I will (try) to...".
The five precepts are:
1. To refrain from harming living creatures (killing).
2. To refrain from taking that which is not freely given (stealing).
3. To refrain from sexual misconduct.
4. To refrain from incorrect speech (lying, harsh language, slander, idle chit-chat).
5. To refrain from intoxicants which lead to loss of mindfulness.
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so?
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except it's a very well known fact that a clever drug use opens the "doors of perception", it's true with LSD (which I do not wish to try because I find it a tad too extreme :oops: ), it's also true with cannabis that is known to be used by numerous yogis in India...
and then, I'd ask you what your religious/philosophical beliefs are and if you never break any rule of it ?
Herb is natural... had to give it when I had kids.
Anyone have any LSD experiences worth mentioning?
There was aperiod in my life in the early-mid '80s when me and an accomplice fried every weekend, all summer, rarely seeing daylight
Here are a few of mine:
I once ate acid and had a waking dream where I was sitting across from myself (not across from a mirror, but there were two "me's") in a semi-dark room and watched myself slowly age and rot into a mouldering skeleton... no conversation, just the two of us staring at each other... took 4 hits that time and it was the only true hallucination I ever had.
Another time, me and a couple of friends of mine ate a few tabs and decided that it would be nice to take shelter from the summer heat, so we rented a cheap motel room for the night... one of these guys was frying for the first time and he went into a purple-faced nut attack. He used to carry a dagger supposedly made from a human rib, replete with macabre carvings (anybody remember the dagger Ash found in the basement in the first Evil Dead?)... anyways, all was cool and the room was alight with trails and I can feel it (the acid, that is) creeping in when I look over at the rookie and,
he's completely entranced by the evil blade. A vague sense of dread begins to ferment in my bones and before you know it (time loses meaning, so "before you hnow it" could have been 5 minutes to a half an hour) the dumbass proceeds to stabbing himself in the leg... my freind and I both decided that it would be a good idea to try and relieve the maniac from his weapon, lest he tires of mutilating himself and looks for a less painful (to himself, at least!) means through which to excersise his destructive urge, namely us. We got the knife away from the fucker amidst much overturning of chairs and general furniture upheaval. got the fucker outside, cooled down and spent the rest of the night alternately walking around and sitting on downtown benches... as we were sitting across from a Mexican restaraunt, some dude in braces (you know kind of like crutches, but they are worn on the arms?) happened by...the herky-jerky way the fucker walked looked EXACTLY like a puppet bouncing up and down on his strings... freaky shit.
In conclusion all that I remember beyind that is sitting in the restaraunt (we eventually succumbed to the smell of Mexican spices and got a table under a picture of a woman making tortillas and following my every move with her eyes). Fact: tacos and acid do NOT mix.
Every once in a while, I still can see a slithering shadow out of the corner of my eye, accompanied by a feeling of black dread, to this day, though infrequently.
Acid is some heavy shit, and is an experience that is hard to describe to someone that has never done it.
