Liquid Light
by Christopher Cadden
posted July 23, 2002
Intro
“In the same context Schopenhauer has described
for us the tremendous awe which seizes man when he suddenly begins
to doubt the cognitive modes of experience, in other words, when
in a given instance the law of causation seems to suspend itself.
If we add to this awe the glorious transport which arises in man,
even from the very depths of nature, at the shattering of the
principium individuationis, then we are in a position to apprehend
the essence of Dionysian rapture, whose closest analogy is furnished
by physical intoxication. Dionysian stirrings arise either through
the influence of those narcotic potions of which all primitive
races speak in their hymns, or through the powerful approach of
spring, which penetrates with joy the whole frame of nature. So
stirred, the individual forgets himself completely…..”
What you are reading here Friedrich Nietzsche’s
words describing what he calls the dithyramb, the Dionysian frenzy
of mad life force that propels you to flee your own human limitations
and unite with god. At the conclusion of this section, there is
the most hilarious sentence anyone here on the drug war list may
ever read by him, where he totally encapsulates what he would
think of the two opposing sides in the Drugwar in America:
“…There are people who, either
from lack of experience or out of sheer stupidity, turn away from
such phenomena, and, strong in the sense of their own sanity,
label them either mockingly or pityingly "endemic diseases."
But, lo, these poor, benighted souls have no idea how corpse-like
and ghostly their so-called “healthy-mindedness” looks,
when the glowing light of the Dionysian revelers roars past them.”
The Anti-Aging Vitamins
There is a whole subspecies of vitamins,
substances, hormones, amino acids, etc., that have been breaking
forth in the news over the past few years, known for their anti-aging
properties…melatonin, dhea…The knowledge behind the
excitement is that these are substances which the body produces
in perfect amounts when one is young…co-enzyme Q-10…But
their levels decrease, and it is this decrease that leads one
to age, wither, die. As the levels of the vitamin-like co-enzyme
Q-10 decline, the heart muscle withers; dhea levels fall and the
sex drive declines, as does the will and strength of life force.The
Europeans have traditionally been a fuckload smarter than the
FDA, and they haven’t the politics of wealthy pharmaceutical
companies to impurify their policies. They say, “Why not
simply supplement people with these cheap, natural substances
in order to prevent disease?” They simply give the body back
what it loses as it ages...Duh…When you give co-enzyme Q-10
to a heart disease patient over there, the heart muscle will literally
re-generate itself. And you can buy this stuff here at Wal-mart
for 10 dollars. Dhea, about 5 dollars. Melatonin? Go to Wal-mart.
Buy some creatine while you’re there, and get those muscles
feeling young again. However, some of the anti-agers out there
have a power which scares the hell out of the federal forces in
a country that is still very young and naïve. The blessed
concept of moderation isn’t conceived of in the laws of this
black and white country of youthful extremes. “If something
can maybe, possibly blow the night right out of a depressed mind,
orgasmically, or maybe make things a little weird for about five
seconds, then it must be illegalized!” they scream. Unfortunately,
they also have the habit of screaming, “If this 5 dollar,
natural substance works ten times better than that 50 dollar drug
from that billion-dollar pharmaceutical company---we must illegalize
it! Now!!”
Drugs and Power
But when it comes to some of the more powerful
anti-aging vitamins, it becomes more difficult to substanciate
the claims of the FDA that tries to keep them from us. The research
on whether they actually can hurt you is fuzzy, at most. There
is one that alarms people, when they hear of those partying on
it passing out by taking too much, or vomiting. And this one also
has rumors and tales of it that resemble those of reefer madness…Such
as the one about the boy who took way too much of it and vomited
his own esophagus out of his mouth. But we are talking about the
body’s own juices, you see--the very things the body creates
for itself in order to make it self stay alive. Should you take
too much of something and pass out, it only makes sense to think
that once the body metabolizes it properly, you’ll wake right
up and feel great. There is one where I’ve heard just that
about it; that no matter what negativity your over-indulgence
gives you, you’ll always come out of it, fine and free…
And extraordinarily happy, too; this one has powerful anti-depressant
properties. The trick would be simply not to take too much, for
god’s sake, and don’t bloody drink on it; that’s
where those fuzzy statistics of death come from, cases like that---and
instances where its illegality leads shady dealers to take dangerous
shortcuts in making their product, so their hapless users wind
up groggy or sick. But, in the case of the one I’m talking
about, the fact is simple: If you do not experience the most glorious
happiness on it, it wasn’t made correctly.
The body knows these substances and wants
them and knows what to do with them---unlike with some federally
approved synthetics which wind up destroying the livers of diabetics
and causing heart murmurs in overweight people. But you won’t
be finding the really essential, powerful, and rejuvenating anti-agers
in GNC and health food stores anymore. Their power to revitalize
must have been too mind-blowing to keep them stocked. The more
amazing for you, the customer, it seems, the more you’ll
have trouble getting your hands on it. Power really terrifies
some, especially when it comes from within. So certain things
that your own body wants and needs as it grows old and dying,
have been swept from your reach unjustly. Human Growth Hormone,
for instance; gotta go thru the rigamarole for that one. Power.
The more it can sweep you back to healthy youth, the more elusive
the federally-minded ones have made it for you. The more healthy
it can be for you, the more you can’t find it. And there
is another one which used to be legal; you could buy it right
at GNC, until people started noticing just how powerful it was---really,
really powerful. The Anti-Aging Vitamin of the Gods, to be presumptious,
though I’m not sure if it’s a vitamin, amino, or what.
It seems to be some kind of substance that’s somehow linked
to somehow stimulate the most primary soul drives of life; it
spurs wonder, will, happiness, love, unity of mind, calm-the life
force, itself.
Have you ever wondered why the baby is so
happy? With an immune system born strong enough to conquer the
AIDS virus, babies are perfect little creatures, and rest assured
it would be a powerful substance indeed which could return that
giggly love and health to an aging adult. How outrageous is it
that such a miraculous thing could be banned and outlawed from
all but the darker corners of the internet?
The very drug of happiness and love and health is something neither
I nor you can ever experience, something a depressed person could
be saved by, and something that depressed people in Europe are
being saved by now.
Like marijuana, shrooms, and like with that
mellow, happy high of St. John’s Wort, there are some substances
which seem to have the moon in their subtler, more creative nature.
But then there are things with an essence that is opposite---like
GHB, for instance. From what I’ve heard, this anti-ager comes
straight from the sun. It is poetry in a bottle. It is liquid
light.
But I am left only to fantasize on what this substance could be
like for me:
Enter The Dionysian Frenzy
In Xanadu
Did Kubla Khan
A stately,
Pleasure-
Dome
Decree,
Where Alph the sacred river ran
Thru caverns measureless to man
Down to a sunless sea.
Having a string of deaths attack your life
in 8 months time---grandma, dad, love, puppy, cat, doppelganger
vanishing, Sept. 11, you name it---has not left me a happy person.
I am very, very sad. I only yell when I talk to others. I love
no one anymore.
My best friend and doppelganger Ryan went
to jail for months because he needed this thing---very depressed,
nothing worked, until he found it, only to get busted with it.
Not eager to go his way, I found Prozac really disturbing, in
the falsity of its feeling. The synthetics do not affect the body
as healthily and completely as those juices the body produces
already, and as do those timeless plants that humans have always
known for their healing magic….Duh…..So in my little
fantasy, I imagine this stuff as coming like pure happiness, found
not in the three weeks it takes prozac to activate---but in one
hour after taking it, and purer than prozac. The bliss of a baby.
The health of a runner. Imagine what this would be like for someone
on the verge of suicide. In one hour, after staring sadly at the
walls for months, I imagine myself running out and around the
yard with my dogs---whereas I could barely summon the spirit to
run two feet---just one bloody hour ago. All parts of mind my
mind suddenly expand towards fusion---from out of my depressed
time of fragmention and loss of self. Within one hour, I am whole
again, like I was when I was young. Children can relate to this,
as their heads are filled with this liquid light. But there are
adults, millions and millions, who’s life experience has
short-fused their brain chemistry. They walk around sad. They’ve
forgotten the baby’s mind. They need this stuff badly, but
they can not get it.
In one hour, those little things I used to
call hangups and problems are laughable to me--here in this lovely
little fantasy I’m adlibbing for you. And my muscles are
pumped again. It was a muscle-builder, when sold at GNC, by the
way. Skin plumps out and softens, very soft. The look of youth
gazes at one, from the mirror. It’s like I’m blinded
by the sight of the whites of my eyes, and my lips are so red
it almost looks like they’re bleeding. Any true, non-synthetic
anti-aging drug would be expected to do things like this. There
was a time, long ago, when most of us were very healthy, you see.
To key back into this with the responsible potions is the truest
and most effective form of medicine.
In my fantasy, my summer allergies suddenly
disappear and my sinus’s clear right up. And then that damn
rash, which no one could ever diagnose and rid me of---some damn
itchy, flaring, red thing on my wrist, that I’ve had since
I was nine---stops itching, and starts fading. No synthetic medicine
has ever done this; the only thing close has been that herb, that
plant called Yellow Dock. I imagine that the whole time I’m
there, frolicking around and drinking those little shots of liquid
light, I’d go without scratching it one, single time, and
this is an inconceivable thing for me….I’d yell, “You
can’t even see it, man! What the hell? Where did it go?”….
The only thing I can conjecture is that this stuff is somehow
an essential component to whatever processes govern our own elan
vital. It, therefore, will boost your immunity. Take it, and your
health returns to that of a baby’s. The life force obviously
must have it to run optimally. The urine will stream out and it
will go from yellow to clear, right before your eyes. This liquid
light you have drunk is detoxifying you, even as you watch it,
and your urine stays clear the whole time you are on it. Clear
urine, just so you know, is a sign of good health. The sex drive
and the force of ejaculate are things I’ll let you imagine.
Strong, strong, strong are the only words you need to know. I
haven’t written in almost a year, but in this sweet little
fantasy of mine----I generate almost 60 pages in 8 amazing days.
This isn’t at all anyhing like a destructive speed high;
what this is is to be, literally, ‘high on life,’ to
be on the chemical of life, itself, to be on liquid light. The
bottom line is simply this: I am happy again. Others could be
happy again. Suicides could rise from the dead. But they’ve
made it illegal, and classified as a narcotic this thing that
has nothing to do with the opium plant, just as pot doesn’t.
These harmless little things that people need, that make them
smile. With GHB, they’ve called a narcotic this thing the
body needs and makes. So they’ve called Vitamin E a narcotic,
too, in effect.
So come to me come to me come to me come,
The silver lady whispers
Come and drink from this cup of Liquid Light, and turn all your
passions to lava
Then you’ll suck from my tongue hot fudge butter rum, swimming
with kava kava.
I will build that dome in air
That sunny dome, those caves of ice
And all who heard should see them there
And all would cry “Beware! Beware!
His flashing eyes, his floating hair,
Weave a circle round him thrice.
So close your eyes with holy dread,
For he on honey dew hath fed, and drunk the milk of paradise.”
Statistics
The following was taken from: http://www.drugwar.com/psoudernotguilty.shtm
“James was so scared during the proceedings...
he really has been put through it. He is diabetic, and a little
overweight, which doesn't help with him being under so much stress.
It reminded me of how scared I used to be. If any of you have
met me on the street, know that I am always like this. I meet
more people who like what I am doing than not. I meet people from
all walks of life who like what I am doing. We DON'T HAVE TO REMAIN
AFRAID. They can't put us all in prison! Where will they put all
the Muslims who have been charged with no crime if they lock up
the 40,000,000 cannabis users. They keep us in the flock like
sheep when we believe we need to fear them. I fear no one. But
I understand James's fear. Jail is a scary place. You are dependant
on the state for your lifesaving medicine. Whoa, 'nough said.
(Besides, Pot is really expensive in prison, trust me!)”
There’s many more than 40,000,000, I
say. There’s billions. Not just pot smokers. People who deserve
to live and be happy. Billions. The number of fed heads is so
pitifully tiny in comparison. They are powerless in comparison.
They can be overrun and straightened out with the blink of an
eye, should these billion eyes simply decide to blink.
Easy.
Easy.
Easy.
