I used to know a guy who makes more than 3 times what I ever made. I was an A student but he was a dumbshit from the 1st grade on, until he took a couple hundred trips. He got busted and kicked out of high school, but his mind cleared, he got a U. of Washington engineering degree, and now he's with the Defense Dept. screwing in their light bulbs or whatever engineers do. Acid makes you discover parts of your mind you didn't know were there. For a few people, it's scary, but for most, it's very interesting. There's a giant universe of events going on inside your mind. You are the conscious mind, the King, and unless you've taken acid, you are unaware of what the subconscious mind, your minions, do to support your existence. You think you don't need them, but you discover, wow, they're doing practically everything to maintain this body while I just sit here and think. Every little twitch of your finger, every shifting of your body to put the weight on a different side, is decided by one of your departments within the organization chart. Many routines, many computer programs, going on simultaneously. Many group managers, many individual sense-gatherers, funneling info up to vice presidents to make decisions...Thousands of sight sensations organized into recognizable thoughts...Blood pulsing through hundreds of veins and capillaries, with the heart rate varied at will... You really think that you, the conscious mind, manage your body? I was conceited once, too. Now I know I'm just lucky royalty, here to make the occasional tie-breaking decision.
There was once freedom to write about it, descriptions of trips. During the Nixon administration, so-called radical newspapers went out of business. In Southern California, it was the LA Free Press. Regular establishment papers had a few articles with description, too, but under cover of the mandatory condescending tisk tisking that you want to see. Each generation is blind about what went on a short time before they were alive. History is written by the winners.
