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Inculcated:
SEKTO, I did see your point at the points where I posted on the thread. That which you have quoted above does not come from me.
Certainly, you have differences of opinion. There’s also a good deal of like mindedness.This discussion could be had in a very different way.
 
Personally, I vacillate on the topic of medications whether they’re illicit or prescribed and I’m still searching out what’s right for me. Inculcated un-medicated is rage prone and marijuana has been morphed into something I can’t tolerate well. The benefits others get out of it sound lovely, but for me it’s a mind numbing existential couch odyssey...worsened by my attempts to explain (Tell someone there’s a spider named Willis in the brain and they’ll think you’ve lost your damn mind, when in fact you have not.) Then, I decide it’s scary that my brain is thinking about my brain and I want it to stop.  Eventually,I look over at myself and wonder how I got over here. PCP was less stressful for me than THC. I’ve felt weirder than from either of them with and without ‘scripts. Still that doesn’t give me any ideas about what's indicated for anyone else.

Both of you just quit the charade Ursus is going to find out about your torrid little affair at some point anyway.
I’m going to blog off topic because the tone of this thread blows IMO.

I went to dinner tonight at this place where everyone dines in pitch blackness. The servers are all blind. Pretty much everyone else who works there is sighted. It was absolute darkness. This was not simply a dimly lit atmosphere; it was void space lack of light. It was cool for the most part. The sensation of guessing at the amuse bouche was a little dicey as was figuring out where anything on the table even was. We even played this stereognosis game by reaching into a bag and guessing what these little toys were. It was fun. That is until a little blue flash appeared near the person seated across from me. I was able to laugh and feel relief that I was not the only one who saw it. Suddenly, I didn’t want to be there anymore and I just had to be outside. Static electricity freaked me out, pathetic. I managed to try and make my hasty departure somewhat graceful and did feel and incredible sense of relief (followed by chagrin) once I was in the open air. I’m at this point upset that I became so upset.
I don’t know. Maybe, I was tired.

Anonymous:
Thanx for sharing Inc.
(jeez. what a thread kill)

SEKTO:
Do me a favor, Eliscu. Before you pop off with another self-justifying response on this board, why don't you take a little time to think things over.  If you are honest with yourself, then I think you will see that you do not have anything here to take a stand about.  This whole thing began with an unprovoked attack by you upon me.  You are very much in the wrong, and as far as I am concerned you owe me an apology for calling me a "brainwashed motherfucker."  No hard feelings though.

Anonymous:

--- Quote from: "SEKTO" ---you owe me an apology for calling me a "brainwashed motherfucker."
--- End quote ---

I totally agree.    It seems thoughout history there is an inflection point where the oppressed can either become the oppressor or choose to fight it.  Its pretty ugly when the abused choose to become abusive themselves and it destroys their credibility and any sympathy one might feel.

SEKTO:
Yeah, well, I'm not holding my breath.

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