Rhythm & Muse

What effect does music have on you?

 It soothes my palpating heart.

It works as an escapism.

Not only that, but it heals my misery.

 Listening to music is similar to consuming a meal.

The difference is just that food fuels my body and music fuels my soul.

 I can’t imagine my life without it.

It has given me strength to see one other morning every day in every unsound phase of my life.

 Since childhood, music has been my favorite thing to listen to all day , everyday.

 I haven’t ever understood its deeper sense at that moment, but by the time I met psychedelic, I kissed and made up with music more profoundly.

 Everyone has baggage in life, and I have mine as well. Sometimes that baggage triggers me in such an unfathomable way that music is the only way to escape.

And today also music flickers around my head.

That’s how music affects me.

It’s There ; the child

Is the child inside us still dead or alive?
Is it immortal, or is it mortal?

For us, the child is born.
Became an infant adult then an old one.
Is it lost in the midst of life’s chaos?
Or we vehemently forget.
The weight of not leaving behind has made us into a robot.
With the passage of time, we lost our innocence.
As if we were dumped in the deep end.
And there is nobody to rescue you.
In this murky world.
All you can do is just carry on.
However, a day will soon arrive.
When you become aware of and reach salvation.
When there was darkness, someone came to shelter you.
You got lost along the way, and someone came to your rescue.
It is none other than
The child within us.

Every trip has a purpose

Every trip has a purpose because every trip leads you to your inner self.

By now everyone knows how much I am fond of psychedelics, and a considerable lot of you may feel that this is a direct result of cannabis, but no, there is a lot to do with psychedelics. It helped me to fight my own demons and made me confident about my flaws.

Allow me to tell you an anecdote a very serious one. I hope all of you are there with me till now. There was time when I was meek teen who realizes how to fight yet don’t have a clue how to manage groundbreaking issues a considerable lot of us feels that way when we are in our early adolescents yet what happened with me was the changes, the issues drenched my mind, at that very age I almost felt most of the emotions and inch of it wasn’t good so much that it made me to skirt of committing suicide some way or another I endure possibly it was in my stars to live for one more day.

These issues are still there in my heart or in my subconscious mind, It sometimes still scares me and comes in the manner of lucid dreaming. However, presently I know I can manage it, not totally yet definitely. I’m somewhere in an ocean, not drowning, sitting calmly on the boat on the grounds that psychedelics came in my life and helped me to meet myself and helped me to face my very own demon. It kind of became my solace.

Psychedelic experiences positively alter one’s emotional process in two primary ways: increasing one’s ability to be in direct contact with the present moment (instead of being caught in emotions of the past or anticipation of the future) and enhancing experiences of positive emotions. Being with feelings in the present moment includes reducing our negative mind-wandering and bringing kindness and friendliness to difficult emotions.

A single psychedelic experience can help in letting go of rigid, negative thought patterns—in other words, it gave them a break from the relentless barrage of self-criticism and judgment, and it increased openness to their emotions.

All in all, what I learnt from psychedelic is that instead of bottling up your pain and put yourself in shackles, you can actually handle your pain with care and perhaps adorn it.

“Awe may be a critically important emotional experience during psychedelic treatment in generating compassion, empathy, and overall well-being.”

Finding Hope

The trees were barren, so all the leaves had fallen down, indicating that autumn has arrived.

The walls were to fall apart, as if eaten by a termite of loneliness.

Windows of the room are withering me, my soul is in a dismal.

Rain is pouring like my weeping heart, awaiting the arrival of spring.

 An Eternal spring of hope.

Hope is reborn and the echo of the clarinet has begun for the start of the commemoration.

To my expectation, a spring leaf would be a canopy to my heart and send me to gospel.

And I’m mindful of the healing and hope that comes with it.

My heart will bloom once more.

 And maybe times are going to be harder still.

The degenerate will do what they want to do.

I can patiently endure the misfortunes and will not whine.

I am certain that I will have discovered a cure for any lifetime because  ​I’m sure that spring will return with renewed hope.

The summer memory that just never dies.

Is this weird, or I’m envisioning things?

It was so OK then, not now.
I’m so considerate, however, yet so rash that my heart is pounding so quickly that my entire body is under such a pressure that I feel so debilitated that each thought gives me nausea.
I’m smoking pot, so I can unravel these thoughts; however, I failed to do so.
I’m stumbling on each one of those magnificent moments since that’s the only way I can heal my heart.
Yet, there are counter cords in my brain stating that it is that exhausting to love you, or that my psyche is in denial about giving up.

Or maybe it is not difficult to love somebody. However, how tragic it is to let go of that person, but “letting go” is also important because the tighter you hold onto the grip, the faster there is a chance to slip away, so then how to hold someone back. If he is truly yours, he will always come to you. If he never comes back, he was never yours; otherwise, it just becomes a social commitment, and everyone deserves to love and be loved.

Gospel

We were all dancing till the last drop of Chardonnay.
The world appears to be high rather I was high revved up and ready to go, dancing till my legs go numb.
A stranger come at me, I don’t have the foggiest idea how we get to share a smoke we talked about life.
 We kissed we made love that’s why I put my love in every stranger.
No expectations no demands no complaints.
But then there are counter chords of sentiments which says lets end there what we shared or let’s start  from what we shared.
One part of heart says stick to discover love and be more profound.
One piece of cerebrum says proceed onward and let go.
It’s all a glob of disarray.

Mystified heart

The night was passing steadily.

We smoked few joints.

we were tripping or rather I was tripping on you.

Feeling for you is ethically wrong

However, my heart is adamantly correct.

Who are we to say what is right?

There is one saying do what you like the most .

but sometimes wrongdoing make you feel more right.

Just like all the things which kill you inside makes you feel alive.

How unfortunate is that you got to do what you got a do, however, you actually can’t do.

So who is right your heart, your body or your mind?

Making the wisest decision may propitiate my mind yet it will make disarray in my heart so who isn’t right and who is correct who are we to tell.

New ways to cure depression.

Isn’t it ironic how drugs can alienate depression and can make it easier to live happily.
Traditionally sage monks used marijuana as a medicinal herb which act as remedies to lots of human problem but today this new study from European Neuropsychopharmacology indicate that ketamine could reverse insensitivity to prediction error in depression.
Ketamine is pretty amusing by its potential effects on a human brain few ravers claim that after taking ketamine they had a happy trip not like any Ayahuasca or mescaline kind but a kind where they seem euphoric and  jubilant.

The history of ketamine starts in the early 1950s, when chemists developed the drug as a veterinary anesthetic. About a decade later, it began being used on humans but was found to produce a trance-like, dissociative state. That’s part of the reason it’s currently used in emergency rooms, . It was also  used on the battlefields of the Vietnam War.

At lower doses, it can help ease pain. Ketamine helps sedatives work and may help people need fewer addictive painkillers, like morphine after surgery or while caring for burns.
But the main question arises here is how it improves depression this is largely because ketamine doesn’t work the way ordinary antidepressants do – its primary mechanism isn’t to increase monoamines in the brain like serotonin, and so ketamine gives us new insight into other potential mechanisms underlying depression,” said lead researcher Rachael Sumner, a postdoctoral research fellow at The University of Auckland School of Pharmacy.
Recent data suggest that ketamine, given intravenously, might be the most important breakthrough in antidepressant treatment in decades but ketamine still has a shady side due to its psychedelics nature if it is been abused then there are many medical emergencies and sometimes it leads to death so one should see through with it and use it only under some medical guidance.

A POND OF CHARACTERS

Let me put a thought in new your mind what is your most favorite fiction novel or a movie and why would that be.
We all have that one book or a movie we tend to watch when we are at our lowest because in life everything comes with a price or a condition even happiness but in fiction you know regardless of what you think you will find peace in the end.

It works as a mechanism of circumventing, escaping from a real life just for some time.

Fiction is way of escaping from reality you can live hundred of lives or thousands perhaps it is an unparalleled opportunity to insert yourself in a different place and time. It allows you the freedom to remove yourself from wherever you currently are. It allows your mind to wander and see reality from new perspective. 

We can take a magical wand and transform something wilderness into a mystical new world. We can be different characters and can take ourselves back to the days in which we read under a tiny reading light until 2 AM without a worry in the world.

Reading fiction has given me the optimism, the belief, and the hope that when the tragic part of life will be over, that tiny reading light will be a light that covers the entire horizon. I read fiction because I can be anyone without the world knowing and I can play any emotion without any repercussion it makes me go back to the time when I was this tiny girl who just got lost in the world of characters.

State : psychedelic

People says Psychedelics are menace to society they may, may not right because everything has a deeper meaning altogether things are making sense to you once you began a part of something. Psychedelics is not only taking about intoxicants and something we called gateway , To be psychedelic is to have a endurance to own our demons facing your own traumas , fear, doubts and trynna live with that in tranquillity , to live without any chains to be limitless and expressing every trace of emotion in the expression of dance and move forward gracefully. It acknowledge you to see beyond our perishing mortal eyes can see, visions beyond the realm of life .

I am as yet reckoning each part of being in psychedelic in the wake of being a piece of it, it truly encourages me to discover who I am , what I am. I wasn’t this individual before I see another me with more certainty and fundamentally I own up my fears demons . Each experience moves me forward towards more in life . At the present time what I most comprehend is that I can be whatever i want to be.

They say beauty lie with in and it’s true every bit of it is true because every moment we live in is beautiful. I don’t know about world but i live every day for these moments.

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