Hash Code and the Golden Profiterole

A poetic ramble through altered states and mischievous meaning-making. This dispatch floats down the stream of stonedness, typing while high, and the tender satire of vision, forgiveness, and absurd connection. It’s not just intoxication—it’s invocation. A hymn to the muse who giggles.

It seems I need to get stoned every night. Why is this? Well, I guess there is not enough of a connection to the vision (the purpose, the goal) without it. But the dope can connect me to it. And when it does, all else, once noise, fades. You remember it, reacquaint yourself with it, discuss it, play with it, dance with it. You remember your first love. This memory will sustain you through tomorrow.

The Cost of the Communication

So while it would be nice to back off from the stuff a bit, I need the recharge too much to help me push on. Now, I’m forcing myself to type while stoned. I am actively disengaging from the recharge, the dream, the vision, the chocolate… I’m doing this in order to communicate a bit what it is like.

I think the first thing that hits you is how you can just globally forgive all who wronged you, every single one, losing all your precious pain in the process. You see everyone in yourself and yourself in everyone. Through this, you become connected, so love for all comes easy. With all these darling grudges melted away, your thoughts grow truer and purer. You can finally trust them. This is the place where you see and feel the clues to guide you toward your karma, destiny, profiteroles…

Capturing the Ephemeral Clues

Taking notes is very difficult during this time. If you don’t—if you just bask in it—no remembrance of it will remain in the morning. So scribble the best you can. Revisit these fragments, and (if your heart feels it true) integrate them.

So if you do have to toke, try and use some of each session as an opportunity for growth, an opportunity to mean to be the you you were meant to be. (Why do I delight in such silly linguistic play?) You get to see what really matters for you. What you need to chase towards. Well, this is what happens for me, at least.

Now, I’m bored of typing, and I can’t remember what I typed. I just want to bask in the moment, the thing, the ice cream… Toodle-pip!