>>11142362I don’t always grt those bad vibes, I think it’s about context. In a large city, the network of speed and lights is entrancing. It’s very cozy, when you’re nested in that web and it’s your source of security.
But step outside that network, take an honest look, and you’ll see what I mean.
The roads are made of death and they make death. The asphalt and petroleum that comprise the system are concebtrated death, extracted from repose by violence. Every inch of every road will eventually be soaked in the blood and gore of collision and roadkill. It’s like an endless altar to some dark god, fueled by perpetual sacrifice. I’m not even speaking metaphorically, it’s horribly literal.
As for the generalization of DMT tourism... I haven’t taken enough DMT to really say, but my experiences with psilocybin, LSD, mescaline and tropane alkaloids have left me convinced that psychoactive chemicals are a form of communication; it makes sense to me that they’d be rooted in place. I think there’s a profound difference between the understanding of someone who eats shrooms at a rave and someone who eats the same shrooms while rooted in a connection to the soil. The fungal intelligence is pretty damn clear about what it wants to say. Other psychedelics require a bit more... I don’t know what, interpretation, modulation?
But in every case, you are aided by having a connection to the place and communty of entities that you are entering, and being disrespectful is unwise.
I think the Everest analogy is very apropros. Modern culture has no connection to place; it has only the logic of colonization and commodification, and I think the other intelligences have no patience for such shallow, arrogant disrespect.
