For the miserable, moody and mercurial, one’s outlook can swivel on a sixpence. Or dime, if you prefer. Not so … More
My chum Alfred has reached an odd stage in his journey into psychedelic oblivion.
My friend Alfred in Amsterdam reports that after 10 month’s use Magic Mushrooms have so far provided no “cure” as such for his debilitating depression.
The anger I felt after a set-to a week ago was a futile exercise in self harm.
The state of depression is easy enough to describe but it is doubtful whether mere words manage to convey the depth of the misery to one who has never suffered from it.
Strange to relate my friend does not find himself in a state of bliss after two months micro dosing psilocybin mushrooms.
We would put an animal down, surely we can offer the same courtesy to a human?
Alfred is lucky enough to have as friends a family of druids. The very word conjures images of sacred groves, dryads, water nymphs.
That Archbishop Thomas Cranmer had never lucked out on magic mushrooms becomes very evident when you read the Second Collect for Peace: how wrong he was.
For the ever mercurial Alfred the sun did not rise yesterday. After a splendid microdosed Sunday, he woke with a bump on Monday morning.
My long depressed friend Alfred gave me an initial report on his experimentation with psilocybin.
My good friend Alfred of Amsterdam has filled his garden shed with gro-bags laced with B+ Cubensis spores.
Perhaps it is best to acknowledge the endless pawing of the black dog at your door. For some, it is a rare day that the gentle scuffling can not be heard.
Psilocybin is a naturally occurring psychedelic drug found in over 200 species of mushroom and may be of help in curing depression.
We can expect limited success in our endeavours to change but some change is better than none. We may be able to tip the balance in our favour.
Bad hair day doesn’t begin to describe the awfulness of a day of real negativity. There are days when the sun just seems to go out.
Earlier this morning I had been contemplating nihilism. I was feeling nihilistic and unconstructive. I wondered if some pill or other could improve my mood and cheer up my day.
I am disappointed to hear that Scandinavian happiness is “more a matter of class whether you can afford to take time to take care of yourself”.
Embrace the positive avoid the negative.
Depression can only be defeated by science and rational enquiry not airy faerie emotional wallowing such as is to be found in most useless self help books.
If you can deal with depression at all you need to determine whether your life is causing your anxiety or whether it is your anxiety which is ruining your life.
If you are not satisfied and fulfilled by your job it is a fair bet you are not happy. Certainly not as happy as you could and should be.
Self help gurus are guaranteed fakes. So are all other self anointed gurus. Avoid them – run for your life and keep your purse locked.
Happiness is perhaps best described as the absence of unhappiness.
“Dementia” is simply an umbrella term for a vast and cruel range of hideous and debilitating symptoms.