“Being Stoned Is . . . ?”



*Stoned has many symbolical meanings . but in this instant I am referring to an altered state of consciousness by means of any method safe to the body of the partaker of the altering substances . alcohol is included within the mind body et al. transforming ingredients . no prejudice but do be careful with those alterations which can make you actually DEAD.

9 thoughts on ““Being Stoned Is . . . ?”

  1. Being stoned is better than: living a lie. I’m referencing the literal meaning of “stoned”; in other words being hit with rocks until you do die. I don’t think this practice exists any more, but I could be wrong. Watching an old movie the other night, an Arab (or other culture in the East over there) was stoned to death for adultery. The movie was set in 1963….so who knows? To me death, even by that archaic and horrid means would be better than hypocrisy. What a fascinating question! Thanks! 🙂

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    • I actually had the version of being stoned mentioned in my mind you brought up here. It was what I was referring to when I said being stoned had symbolic meanings. In the bible it was a method of punishment usually for women if they were being inappropriate in their sexual behavior. A horrid way to treat someone and a horrid way to die.

      Thank you for your honest answer and how you felt the question to be fascinating. I shall throw it out there again some day. See what comes to mind in the future. 😊

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    • I lost my ability to be stoned. It makes me so ill. It could make me die. Also, I take a med that does not allow me to drink, so that sucks too. It could also put me to sleep forever. I want so magic mushrooms, they are at least safe, I tried them in college & love them. I read the complete BaghaVad Gita. That was a trip. Wish I could find some hallucinogens for when I am completely well again. LSD is too high for me. The trips I took went too far out into space. Hi my friend. I am sorry I have been amongst the missing. I haven’t been able to write since the beginning of May when the Cannabis turned into a poison for me. One more month to go to be healed. That’s what they say but then no one really knows. I did write a poem today. It’s a non-sense one. I am posting it for the 2nd of August. It’s just for fun. ❣🎶🌈

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        • Oh, my, I am so sorry to hear this. Margaret I felt from you – was a blessing. May she be amongst the Lotus Blossom and Buddha & any comforting place you would wish her to be. I wish I could reach out with a hug for you. How did the funeral go? I hope your friends gave you tons of support. My birthday was July 23rd. Wasn’t in the best of shape or I would have known Margaret had left this world. 🌹❤💫😢🌹

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          • The cremation & burial day went well enough and then an old friend, his daughter and partner took me away to the other side of the island for her wedding which was on the Saturday. It was when I got back home to a (now permanently) empty house that I felt the full impact.

            I knew about your birthday and even sent an e-mail. I hope it arrived OK.

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            • Is there anyone who could visit and stay with you for awhile? I will say whenever you want to connect let me know. It is so live changing & for me such a frightening thing. Maybe you can find a group of writers and poets to hang out with every so often. I don’t know how you do being alone but it terrifies me. Maybe write a poetry book filling it with your feelings. Meditate. Connect with the Muse. I’m only telling you things I need to do. I am disconnected. Have been for awhile. I found out Tuesday from my Psychotherapist that I have Functional Neurological Disorder/ known otherwise by the title Conversion Symptom Disorder. It’s why I can’t walk. We are just beginning our treatment.

              I have trouble remembering things but you are always in my mind. I worry about you. That is why I want you to know I am here for you. We could try Messenger. I use it to communicate with Shawn. Maybe we could help each other with our different reasons for life being difficult. I care so much. I may not have know Margaret but I feel so sad she isn’t there physically for you. I hate it when people die. I do know what it feels like and it hurts so bad. I am sending you love and my presence as much as possible. Love j.k ❣🌹🎶

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