I have some sitting in my fridge I've been putting off taking because I'm not sure I'm in the right state. You should definitely write a report catalog, live-posts even better. Also important you spend the whole trip thinking about dissensus and the dynamics here and what we can learn and apply from the psychedelic state you're in. Maybe excuse yourself from your friend for at least four hours "i need some of my onw space to focus on dissensus please"
No, they could not, but Carl Ruck could.
It was kind of interesting. They settle on ergotism but I think their description of the presumed son et lumiere is a stretch. I wonder if that bridge they speak of is still there.
I agree it's hard to imagine what sort of performance they could have put on that wouldn't have seemed a bit, well, silly to a modern audience - even an audience that was tripping its tits off. But then we're talking about a culture which is now totally alien to us, except for what we've been able to piece together from their writing and what remains of their material culture, which we can't help but view through modern eyes.
I think identifying the likely drug they used is an impressive achievement in itself, and am happy to let the actual Mystery itself remain a mystery.
When I had it before in July my mate just gave us a drop and said it would loosen our limbs a little but maybe cos we'd not eaten and had had a long drive, me and my wife were both pretty mashed, he took us to this outdoor bar in Tottenham and there was graffiti on the outside, like a gorilla and I was seeing him being eaten by the gorilla and stuff, then there were some tiles in the bathroom I was staring at for a while, seeing new worlds etc. Then we got locked in our room, couldn't work the handle, all dem shenanigans. But was mainly that nice gentle mushy flow, you just laugh a lot.
I'll keep dissensus in mind and see what the greater consciousness tells me when I get there.
That a civilization—a barbarism—can sink, never to rise again, is nothing new. Historians are accustomed to identifying and dating caesuras and shipwrecks. But how can we bear witness to a world that is falling into ruin with eyes blindfolded and face covered, a republic collapsing with neither lucidity nor pride, but in abjection and fear? The blindness is all the more desperate since the shipwrecked claim to be governing their own shipwreck, they swear that everything can be controlled technically, that there is no need for either a new god or a new sky, only prohibitions, experts and doctors. Panic and villainy.
What would a God be to whom neither prayers nor sacrifices were addressed? And what would a law be that knew neither command nor enforcement? What is a word that has neither meaning nor command, but is truly held in the beginning—indeed, before the beginning?
A culture that feels it is at its end, that it has no life left, attempts to govern its decay in the only way it knows how, through a permanent state of exception. The total mobilization in which Jünger saw the essential character of our time should be understood from this perspective. People must be mobilized, they must feel themselves in a state of emergency at every moment, regulated down to the last detail by those who maintain the power to declare such an emergency. But whereas in the past mobilization sought to gather people together, today it aims to isolate them, to distance them from one another.