So the diet experiment so far has been going well. I have given myself until June 1 to get completely off of sugar and flour, and I’ve gotten to the point that when I eat these things, I kinda pay for it. Bleh.
Today, I just waited too long to eat. I ended up going to the store hungry, and I ate a fried chicken breast with fries. Then I got a hot chocolate. Then I went back to work and there were cupcakes and so I ate one too. They had candy on top. Bleh.
So I’m feeling kind of gross right now, and I kept smelling cigar smoke (which I hate). Finally I tune in and there’s George, smoking a giant stogie like he’s Woody Allen or something. Gross!
“Well since we’re polluting ourselves,” he repeats, blowing smoke in my direction.
“You know, when you eat poorly it makes our work much more difficult.” George regards me calmly, waiting for his message to sink in.
“Are you saying that when I eat sugar, it’s like blowing cigar smoke at you?”
“In a way, yes.”
“Oh, I’m sorry.”
“No you’re not.”
“Well, I didn’t know it was affecting you.”
This paragraph came screaming out at me:
And I suppose all the things like meditation, good nutrition, exercise—do these things raise the D.M.T. level? Is this why those things work?
Erik: Well, that and endorphins. You can access D.M.T. more through deep meditation and the discipline of daily living. You know, you just can’t fuck around any more if you want that connection to the bigger picture. You really have to clean out your body and do it.
Touche, my good friend.