January 2024

Why is drug use so prevalent in so many nations today?

Why is drug use so prevalent in so many nations today? Since the beginning of time, people have used drugs, and some animals have even developed an addiction to particular plants.

The use of hallucinogenic drugs is a widespread practice in many religious ceremonies taken to produce an outer body experience and gain celestial insights. In modern times the creation of drug addicts seems to be one of several military strategies implemented to weaken a society or nation.

I begin using drugs because some of the people that I knew encouraged me to use them. I continued using drugs because of the pleasure they brought me and a means of escaping my reality that held so many areas of dissatisfaction for me. As my addiction gained more control of me, I became increasingly ashamed of myself, to the extent that I isolated myself from my family because I did not want them to see me in such a pitiful condition.

I was able to overcome my drug habit, except for cigarettes, but the side effects, or the aftereffects of habitual drug use are still present in my life, not the lease the knowledge and the awareness of so many years of my life wasted, and my ambitions shattered.

I am sure that my story is a common one but that does not satisfy the question as to why drug use is so rampant. Why are so many people so willing to lose their minds? Why are governments the most active and organized drug dealers, even to the harm of their own people?

There are people on the web who want to profit from the disillusionment and sorrows of others. They walk or drive up and down streets invading people’s privacy for monetary clicks on their video channels. They have no empathy for human suffering. They are like carnivores eating away at rotting flesh with their concealed camaras and indifference to personal tragedies. But even this despicable endeavor does not explain why drug and alcohol abuse are so prolific today.

As an active (cigarettes), and former (marijuana and cocaine) drug user I can understand the desire for relief, pleasure, and escape that drug use seems to bring. I also understand the abundant devastation to dreams and productiveness that addiction brings.

The core reason for my drug use was a feeling of being inadequate and low self-esteem. I still feel inadequate in several ways and my self-esteem is marginal at best, but now I can appreciate my shortcomings with a sober mind that gives me active avenues of approach in addressing them.

It I so disheartening to see the people of the fertile soil falling apart one too any number of brain cells at a time. As it is likewise depressing to witness the flowing rivers embracing personality traits that are toxic and foreign to them. The world is awash in the addiction of self-indulgence and appeasement of self. Governments are becoming societies’ most destructive entity. Financial institutions are making vast amounts of money on human suffering and spilled blood.

Despite constant butchering and wars too many people are overwhelming all other forms of nature. But none of this explains why drug addiction is ripping the life out of so many cultures throughout the world. There are no adequate answers to this disheartening phenomenon. This may just be a brief period of self-induced trauma for a developing or diminishing species. Forgive my language if I sound in any way disrespectful but the freedom of expression compels me to be true to myself.

As a former drug user, I dare not give any advice to anyone as to how to curtail their drug habit. All I can say is that I became so ashamed of the things that I was doing to obtain my brief high that it came to a point that I could no longer become high no matter the amount of my drug intake. The feeling of guilt and shame overwhelmed me and the frustration of not being able to get high anymore troubled me. Yet, I did not stop my pursuit of the high that I could no longer obtain.

It was not until I was arrested and taken out of my drug environment that I had a chance to make the change in my life that I so desperately wanted. It took weeks and three to four showers a day to get the drugs out of my system.

I could smell the awful smell of my drug addiction as it was being cleansed from the pores of my skin. And without any effort on my part my desire for drugs simply vanished. I have been clean and sober since, which has now reached two decades.

I can understand addiction which is why it is so sorrowing to see how epidemic it is, especially among the first born of humanoids.

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One incident

How one incident can break a relationship apart, but only if that relationship is fragile to begin with.

A strong relationship can withstand pressure and misunderstandings.

But a fragile relationship is like snowflakes drifting in the wind that can easily be blown apart by the slightest gust.

One incident can cause a rift between people that can be difficult to heal.

And who will step forward to try to patch the wound that one incident caused?

Not the strong-minded and not the weak-minded.

The one who places most value in the relationship is the one who will step forward to make the effort to repair what has been broken.

With each moment gone by an opportunity escape.

The next breath is what is at stake.

The wound cannot be healed within the vastness of eternity.

It is only on this side of twilight that amends can be made.

One person who has never been seen before and who will never be seen again cut the thin cord of connectivity between them.

For that to happen the connection between them had to be more of an illusion than a fact.

Pretending affection is as hollow and shallow as making believe.

When put to the test pretending and making believe comes out far less than authenticity.

The genuineness of a smile is much better than play-acting.

The openness of dislike is more honest than faking.

True feelings will eventually be exposed, and it may take only one incident to reveal them.

One incident to validate an assumption that was already present.

A relationship that you already knew to be lighter than half of a single feather.

No theories or conjectures as to why the plate has dropped.

One incident is all that it took to bring the proof to light.

So, you move on, not in despair, but in a dose of knowledge.

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I saw the edge of the universe in my sleep.

I saw the edge of the universe in my sleep.

In my sleep I saw the glory of where I am destined to be.

I saw fountains of pure water to drink.

I saw foods that are nourishing to eat.

I saw an atmosphere that was pristine and unspoiled.

I saw the locks of her hair flowing down to her waist.

In my sleep I was a partaker of the primordial attribute of knowing her.

The ancients of now and never before cradled me in their warmth.

In my sleep I found the peace that had so long eluded me.

Awakened I was breath taken by the magnitude of what I had seen in my sleep.

Let me drift back into the residence of promise where there is a suitable dwelling place for me.

Let me close my eyes and return to the habitation of warmth and beauty.

There I will make love to her until she sings a song that all the heavens hear.

In my sleep I saw just enough to want much more.

The edge of the universe is endowed with her charm and wisdom.

The edge of the universe is saturated with her strength and vigor.

A vision of hope and beauty surrounds me when I am near her.

A seed is planted in the ground and a flower spring forth.

The top of the trees touches the morning sun.

The melodious sound of her voice waters the soil.

I am awake, and I am asleep.

She is far away, and she is near.

The old has been burnt to rubble and the new is shimmering from her thighs.

She and I are one with the edge of the universe and the edge of the universe has great joy.

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Who is pounding at my door?

Who is pounding at my door? Is it not the grim reaper wanting to make a demolition of me? With each tick of the clock the pounding gets louder and louder. I can hear my heart beating in my ears letting me know that the swing of the blade grows ever so nearby. Certified for annihilation the destruction knows my face. The coldness of the grave is a squashing tribute to a squandered existence. The soles of my feet are galloping headlong into nothingness. The wages of dim are catapulting in my head.

Who is calling out to me in the flickering light of the murky specter of life? Is it not the phantom of things to come and the fulfillment of deserved wrath? Darkness flees from itself as the drum rolls to no avail. The wind sweeps back and forth within the vacuum of a broken coil. The dead body does not care about regret. It is just a joke to it. It has been through so much pain and trouble, its feathers are messed up, stained, and snapped. It made a lot of mistakes along the way, but now It is free from it all, so it thinks. Investigate the nonsense and reconnoiter the foolishness. For the time is now to scrutinize the effective elements of why and why not.

Who is making fun of the cut and paste when the canvas is obscure and vague? Is it not the hold in the wall that contains the peeping eye. The eye peering into the oblique that is saturated with chaotic, irrational recklessness. Pull the blanket over your head and hope for nothing. Dream fanciful dreams that disappear when you awaken. Try to fill the void of your nonentity with something from the vastness of zero, naught, and nothing. Color the room blue and paint it purple for all is nil to the spill in the anonymous cluster from within and throughout.

Who is inflicting me with this persistent buzzing in my head? A thousand mosquitoes singing in bewildering harmony. Low and subtle, so faint and disturbing is the chorus of the unrelenting fizzle. Hiss to you who populate the organic structure of the unhinged cadaver. Jeer with a murmuring noise that asks no questions nor gives any answers. The last log is placed on the burning fire of negative energies that calls itself person, individual, somebody, and the rest is left for the pit.

Place both hands around the neck of I just want to be happy and free and squeeze the I just want to be happy and free out of it. The mule is kicking the donkey in the head and the horse is sipping a cup of tea. Nothing makes any sense in this bewilderment. Everything makes sense in this confusion if you wish it to. Let those who know shut their mouths and let those who think they know shout aloud. For clarity is an antonym of clear and clear has become an eroded way of thinking.

Let whoever is pounding at my door go away, even if it is the reaper of grim. I have placed my life in the frying pan of bad choices and decisions and burnt it with enormous heat. Who or what else can do more damage to me than what I have? And who will care what my tomorrow brings? The sickle is posed to strike, and the illusion of life will soon be wiped out, and what does that matter one way or another?

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Freed from the clutches of fantasy

Freed from the clutches of fantasy, dreaming, and superstitions I can now appreciate my oneness and uniqueness within the cosmos. I am in harmony with all universal frequencies which is the nucleus of existence. Lights and reflections have absorbed me into its frequencies of sounds, and colors, and truths, where I can except knowledge on its terms without superimposing my assumptions into them.

I freed myself from the coils of cultural stagnation by being willing to question what people who want me to see and experience the universe through their lenses have taught me. I have raised myself from the sphere of the willful blind and the willful foolish who want to cradle me into their narrow graves with them.

It is difficult to obtain freedom within a world built on lies. Obtaining true knowledge is becoming increasingly difficult. What is true knowledge? And will I except what the evidence tells me, or will I select knowledge based on a preconceived opinion instilled in me from childhood? I know that there is a biological difference between a male and a female. I know that those are two unique and separate entities within the universal frequencies of existence regardless of what the misguided are trying to tell me.

Freed from the horde who are eagerly rushing towards their slaughter and who are doing all that they can to bring it about as quickly as possible. I am one with life and I am one with death and I have sense enough to know that the planet Earth has always undergone climate change and will continue to do so as long as it exists.

The buffoon says that I am because of what I have, and crafty subliminal imagery perpetrated by those who hold themselves aloft from the thoughtless horde and hate everyone and everything are misleading the wise. Clandestine are the works of the destroyers of minds having their mechanisms and machineries well in place before a potential horde member is even conceived; in the foods that we eat, in the liquids that we drink, in the air that we breathe, in all the frequencies that constantly bombard our bodies infused with think suppressant codes.

The back yard is overgrown and unkept whereas the front yard is an Immaculate conception of attention and care. Why is not the back yard as flawless as the front yard? Who knows and who cares, that is not the point. The point is consistency in housekeeping and where you draw the fault lines of good housekeeping practices, clone work, and distinctive construction. I imagine that the front yard is an Immaculate conception seeded from on high and I imagine the back yard to be a heavenly rebellion cast down on my property. Given the evidence of the seen and the understood, which one of these housekeeping possibilities is most likely to be true?

Being free I have the luxury of being able to analyze the above scenarios without the dense cloud of indoctrination interfering with my quest for knowledge. And my quest for knowledge tells me that the front yard carries more self-esteem than the back yard for the homeowner. This is as simple as a male cannot produce an egg, it must have an egg produced by a female implanted into it.

Freed from the clutches of a whitewashed view of the world I can soar into the multi-universe of consciousness where even its chaos has rules, structure, and purpose. The conventions of the recently mutated are trying to turn the fundamental into the inconsequential and an absolute into something trivial. I am free to know that lie shouts louder when the lie is exposed unwilling to fall away gracefully, if you can call all the harm, ignorance, and death that the lie has perpetrated as being a graceful surrender.

The rapture is happening right before our eyes because it is a rapture of the mind into a higher elevation of thinking and not religious nonsense that so many people are looking and hoping for and are even working for by their support of a certain people who are nothing more than identity thieves.

With freedom comes discipline and self-control, knowing nonsense when it hits you in the ears and not becoming full of yourself, for that is what the whitewashed sepulcher does, thinking themselves to be the ultimate definition and source of knowledge.

Freed from the clutches of fantasy, dreaming, and superstitions I can now take a realistic look at myself, and as I discover myself there are allot of things about myself that I don’t like, but that’s ok because I have the freedom to work to change them for the better.

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