Posted by doug cater on October 18, 2000, at 1:32:39
In reply to Re: ghb and it's many benefits, posted by Buffet on October 17, 2000, at 22:30:29
Hmmm, all these disasterous things that can come from taking GHB...ut wait a minute, disasterous things can just come from, from the place that disasterous things come from, I guess. The most dangerous times, I suppose are when first experimenting to find the right amount, how it hit your own personal metabolism etc. Not the danger of overdose and as far as swallowing your own vomit, I really don't think it's at all like when on heroin or alcojhol and pills and respiration is already dangerously suppressed because you can stop breathing altogether on those things alone without choking on anything, it's just the breathing motor or whatever gets real weak whereas on GHB, if somerthing was choking you, I think the full normal force of struggle for breath would be aroused. Anyway, you have to find out how you react in a safe place, i.e. don't take it at a concert or even a bar and then be passing out and waking up in a hospital. The point is, everythings relative as far as dangers go and I suppose relative to doing no substance at all, therre are more x factors introduced into one's life when when does one, but relative to alcohol, heroin or pain pills, well lets just say it's an alternative that probably requires a more supportive environment, i.e. it's kind of like truth serum that let's your guard down and you can really have some amazing insights and conversations but it could leave you a good deal more vulnerable as opposed to those others which insulate and keep you r guard up. GHB is benign to the body and a positive, gentle, loving kind of energy and though it's really anti-anxiety, you can get paranoid on it but anger or violence I can't see how that could be possible. I suppose there are some people who can be that wayon anything, but they're probably the type that GHB would cause to just pass out and wouldn't like it at all. Anyway, the greatest danger is in being inroduced to it in an entirely inappropriate circumstance, and especially if you have to drive. As far as dependency, relative to the mythical "happy, joyyous and free" which reminds me sometimes of those pyramid sales things that are all over the internet where the new guy is the most important person in the room cuz the whole damn thiings momentum is geared towards some new guy signing up to buy into a program which he slowly comes to realize is able about teaching him how to to go out and talk other people into signing up just the way he just got talked into signing up. The point is that with the MLM, you think you're buying a series of instructions from which you will learn this money making skill but it turns out the skill is getting other oeople to think the same thing and buy it from you. The Emporer's New Career or something. And so it is with "happy ,joyous and free" where attainment of the promised wonders turns out to consist of getting to where you're the one promising the wonders and of course, relative to the bottomed out drunks out there on whose existence Alcoholics Anonymous' survival depends, a sober person with some time under their belts is going to always feel "there but for the grace of God go I" no matter how lacking there life may still be. It's all relative! But is what was wrong with your life
enough stemming from alcohol for you to spend the restof your life talking about it? Is that really happy joyous and free. When I was first introduced to GHB, I was certain that it was a gift from God to enable the human race to go through an evolution in consciousness, that otherwise, mired in alcoholism and centuries of agression and resentments, would be impossible. I thought it would make AA irrelevent as awareness of a new non-toxic , life enhancing relaxant spread, the hold that alcohol has on our society would be shaken loose. The dreams I was having were so vivid,c olorful, three diminsional with Acts I II and III like great theatre gave me a sense of tapping into exploration of the collective unconscious like a guy who all his life has just had a snorkle wuddenly getting scuba gear. Having lived my entire life in an age where the human race has been poised on the brink of extinction attempting to find a way to work things out, I thought "at last" God has delivered the "deus ex machina" a catalyst to deliver us from the "huis clos" rational, linear, scheming manipulations to an entirely new kind of sociability, not drunken but with actually increased tactile sensativity and hopefully, as the numbers of those accessing the vast, uncharted dream realm increased day by day, a new shared sense of the collective unconscious that would enter into the conscious world.
This was back in the early nineties, when it had made it's brief debut on the Health Food Store shelves. And the, of course, the FDA, in the name of "law and order" quickly succeeded in it's first crackdown on this agent of new consciousness and , far from just being briefly disgruntled over losing a curious new party drug, I was embittered and in despair, for it had been more than just a good time for me, it had granted me a visa to the undiscovered continent of dreams as well as an experience of potential sexuality that I, hampered by frustrating dysfunction, had never known. And then it was gone.
But I could not forget and one evening when I was writing an essay online for The Well in SF in '94, a talk request came before my astonished eyes, for I had no idea that someone could be "looking over my shoulder" as I was thus engaged. It turned out to be a backdoor whizkid who wasn't even a Well club member but who delighted in crashing the expensive ($2 an hr.!) rather exclusive Well which I had joined primarily because it had been suggested in response to one of my by then customary inquiries about GHB that my latter day Ponce de Leon quest might find clues to the Fountain's whereabouts online there.
The FDA purge had been successful in making their Reich "Judenrein" and I never went to clubs and thus never encountered the bootleg batches that kept popping up in the news, but through the connection I made that night with this cyber cat burgler, I was to be granted my dream visa for several months before reconfirming all of my premonitions. Were it not for GHB, I am one of the "unfortunates" who would turn to something else. I continue to be optimistic about it's potential as an alternative for a more mature and civilized human race, but it's not for everyone. Maybe I'm just living in a dreamworld. I sometimes feel, often feel like a "Stranger in a Strange Land" and the endless rancor makes me want to discoporate. Maybe using GHB is a form of discorporating. I hope it will continue to be available, cuz God knows, theres no rich drug maker to market it and theres no cartel to smuggle it so it stands a whole lot less chance than all the other drugs.
poster:doug cater
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