Okay, I’m not sure what this means, but it was a weird experience for me. Netflix has a documentary on LSD. They get a wide of range of people talking about it, even Timothy Leary’s son. It’s really good. Anyway. Sting comes on. I used to listen to The Police, while on acid. He tells this story of flying to some Central American rain forest and doing Ayahuasca. There was some kind of Shaman, and some blindfolded hiking and it got weirder than that.
That’s not the weird part for me though. I’m thinking, I came very close to doing what Sting did. I had the Shaman on the phone, I had the means, I could have just planned it and did it. But I didn’t. When I was younger, I had the desire, but not the means. It’s not about health, I’m still capable. It’s more like, now that I did all the things that allow me to make that choice, it seems like a dumb choice.
If that Shaman has something to show me, or some insight into the human psyche, he could let the world know that. And essentially, that has been done. I know it’s the experience, but I can describe experiences, I can tell you what I learned from something, and I can learn from other people’s experiences. I do it all the time. The idea that you must go out in the desert and have a cactus wave around and talk to you, to gain insight, seems completely false to me now.