Alcohol can b also a powerful drug

[Mixcoatl]

10 hours ago, Rigel said:

I’m still amazed most of the world find themselves addicted to literal trash juice. Alcohol is rotting sugar & it rots your mind.

Who said I am addicted? I once got drunk and I drink very sporadically. People here in this forum are very sick of many things like porn, neuroses, and a lot of disorders but as long as they say they do lots of mushrooms, everything is ok with them. I have experienced with many hard drugs like alcohol and cocaine... I'm a psychonaut... I like to experiment and you come to tell me I'm addicted to literal trash? C'mon man!

[Mixcoatl]

On 19/4/2026 at 10:30 AM, Oeaohoo said:

Alcohol can make you more in tune with the subconscious, especially for people who are overly intellectual. It helped me heal the wounded lower part of myself.

Not everyone can understand that. Specially the ones that only repeat beliefs.

[Mixcoatl]

On 19/4/2026 at 0:26 PM, No1Here2c said:

I did have one very powerful spiritual experience under the influence of alcohol. It was psychedelic levels of clarity.

This must be prefaced that all experience is technically spiritual experience. 

When I say spiritual experience assisted via influence of alcohol, I mean an experience which, for a split second, felt to be a quiet understanding of the sometimes subtle, yet profound depth of consciousness, which exists all around all of the time. It takes only the perfect storm to see it.

 

It had been my first time going off into the deep end of alcohol. 

I am alone in my bedroom, living with family.

I was young, naïve, and hardly new a damn about anything. Just alone, quietly suffering in the face of myself.

I had though, at the time, a subtle curiosity of consciousness, without even understanding what it was. It was not even truly recognized at the time. & for the degree that it was, it was not of the sophisticated variety.

School had just gotten out & I managed to score a nice bottle of high proof.

Beautiful evening it is. The air is perfect, window open, a comfortably warm early summer breeze.

Sitting at the edge of the bed, admiring the world pass by outside. The liquor was on the dresser, and so too was the shot glass.

Throughout the experience, I made trips between the edge of the bed & the dresser, pausing in stance to appreciate the kinesthetic, cognitive, & other effects of alcohol.

Started slowly, one shot, down the hatch.

God can that stuff taste awful. Immediate burning inside.

The immediate warming effects override any aversion to the taste. The taste of which at the time was not appreciated in the slightest. Drinking only for effect on my conscious state.

A slight euphoria quickly takes effect.

A second shot, an increasing feeling of openness and looseness.

My energy at the time was surrounded by haunting thoughts, the content of which I do not remember, yet the emotion of lie still clear. Suffering was intense, in a different flavor than it is now.

I sought to escape suffering into pleasure, fun, & exploration.

Time slips by.

I enjoy the experience.

I head downstairs at some point to see what was going on, a navigable unsteadyness encompasses the trip down them.

I feel slightly sociable, which for me at the time was profound.

Head back upstairs, to watch the cars pass, and I appreciate the trees & birds.

I take several more shots. At some point I lost track of the count, found myself standing at the dresser, & I decided one more couldn't hurt.

This is now blackout territory. I am a small creature. Alcohol is potent, & more & more so once the system is inundated.

Between flashes of memory, there is one powerful one which stuck.

I am standing, approximately the middle of that small room. Torn between euphoria, and the feeling of inevitable oncoming collapse.

Many conflicting feelings all occuring at this point. Overwhelming emotional dissonance. Euphoria & dysphoria began to merge, comfort & discomfort blended. Dizzy, lost, confused, yet somehow perfectly clear, serene, & loving.

The peaceful sound of a quiet passing car catches the attention, I look out the window to watch as it passes.

My visual field is distorted from ordinary sight.

This is an odd distortion, I feel in perfect awareness of it, everything perfectly crisp & clear. I saw exactly how the experience of vision all flowed in that moment.

I felt in it an unbreakable silence & integrity. The power of mystery glimmered up through to my awareness in that moment.

The sense of self felt in that moment to breifly waver.

If the moment lasted any longer, perhaps the self would have fully consciously dissolved into that visual field.

Alcohol presented me with my life, saw through my eyes, so clear, so crisp, not a thought to disrupt the clarity and pure silence & serenity I felt in the fleeting moments.

It was an experience to the same degree of intensity of enduring a hurricane. The eye passing overhead, rays of sunlight passing through, the clouds overhead clearing away, a strange calmness, a peace, yet thunder in the distance. Flashes of lightning still faintly visible in the thunderheads.

There was an oasis. It was understood intuitively. The eye of the storm signifies a profound meaning here. The rest of the storm had yet to come.

I am surprised I had not ended up hospitalized with alcohol poisoning. The Inevitable bodily collapse did occur. Horribly unpleasant effects caused by over indulgence in alcohol.

Overall, words fail to capture & communicate this experience. 

There was a delicate moment, an understanding, which cannot be communicated through the available medium of language.

Alcohol gives you a different state of consciousness. It shows you how reality is as unstable as it appears with mushrooms. 

Nice and interesting story!

[Mixcoatl]

On 19/4/2026 at 0:01 PM, Oppositionless said:

Alcohol can be profound, meth psychosis can be profound, delirants can be profound, heroin overdose can be profound. But psychedelics are A) relatively safe and non addictive and B) more profound, consistently profound and actually helpful for long term change.

I actually agree. 

I rarely drink alcohol.