American Gods

The newly adapted series to Neil Gaimain’s American Gods just released today and it is phenomenal. It’s everything that it should be and nothing more. I’ve never seen a more faithful adaptation. But that’s not really my point with this post.

It has dawned on me that Neil Gaiman has become my absolute favorite author. I didn’t realize this until I thought back to all of the novels that I’ve read by him. You can go back and see my post where I was first reading his stuff.

It’s a bit hazy now but I believe American Gods was the first book of his that I read. The Sandman next. Then Neverwhere. Or maybe the other way round. Either way, I’ve been systematically going through his bibliography and have yet to be disappointed. He deserves all the praise he has received.

He makes it all seem so easy. He hardly uses words that you are unfamiliar with, and if so it is easily divined through context. His plots are very natural and organic. Everything has its place and feels real.

He’s a genius, basically.

I’m glad I’ve found him. Or maybe it’s he who’s found me.

Desire

I’m reading through a Neil Gaiman biographic and in one section (lie, many sections) he’s talking about the impetus for his writing career.  And of course it forces me think about my own path.  And I think I have found one constant:

I want to do my own thing.

That’s it.  It doesn’t matter if it’s writing, or music, or psychology, metaphysics, whatever.  If it’s something I came up with and chose to do, I’m happy. If it turns out sucking, I’ll change to something else.  But it’s this freedom to stop doing one thing and start doing another that is enticing.  I don’t believe in restrictions and I don’t like being told how to think/speak/behave. Those are my own to divine and no one else.

And right now I just want to be lazy and read books.

Bicycle Day

Seventy-four years ago Albert Hofmann intentional took a drug he created called LSD.  He took what he thought was only going to give him minor effects but underestimated its potency and mistakenly took a very large dose indeed.

Thus the first LSD trip was documented by the scientist who birthed it. The far-reaching effects of this discovery are still being felt today.  Take note that little ol’ me is writing this post discussing it.

He wasn’t even trying to make an hallucinogenic drug.  In my mind, this seems to imply he was working within the Tao.  In Taoist traditions, one is “in balance” with the universe when one does not strive.  When things are felt directly and then naturally left to unfold.  The more one tries to control the world, the less control he has.

Since he stumbled upon this discovery, and the fact that it has had such a large impact, asserts to me that this was bound to happen.  If not him, then someone else.  But that this chemical, and the others like it, is needed for our planets survival.

Psilocybin

There comes a point where if I eat enough mushrooms the veil to reality is removed. Lying beyond this wall is a being of supranatural power.  She is a mirror and shows your karmic debt instantly. Every thought. Repeated. Emotion. Amplified. Fear. Terrorized. Love. Blissed.

You realize that life is nothing but a karmic simulation. You reap what you sow, so sow something beautiful or mire in your own shit.