Those first puffs of pot were so rich, so sweet, so…promising. And that first hit of smack. Granted the needle stuff was a little rough, but can anything that feels this good actually be…um, bad?
One of the most universal characteristics of drug use is the chimeric quality that’s almost always present, especially the first couple of times. (And by the way, just so you know, “chimeric” is a real word: “relating to, derived from, or being a genetic chimera or its genetic material <a chimeric cat> <chimeric genes>” from Merriam-Webster.com.)
Well it should be clear that I have nothing of substance to write about tonight. But I’ll share this bit of fluff.
A few posts ago I commended Bhagavan Das to you. I called him: “that wise / spiritual / contemplative / meditative dude with a huge beard.” This was in relation to the problem of self-control.
Well apparently he’s not so wonderful after all. In fact, self-control seems to be way down on his list of attributes. I recently learned that B.D. can be a real shit. One of my most effective double-agents had this to say:
“He can be quite magnetic, but you might be shocked by reading and viewing some clips/articles here: http://karmageddonthemovie.com/”
If you click on this link you will find yet another mirage: a guy who came across as wise and spiritual, but who looks, on closer inspection, to be a bit of a self-serving, devious shadow puppet. Someone who is not even close to what he appears to be.
Ah well, so it goes. Perceptions are by their nature misleading, and maybe the only way you ever get to know the reality of something is to be smacked in the face repeatedly with the stupidity you showed by missing it up until then.
Happy Easter.
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