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How To Find Your Heaven

Ah, yes, the allure of the altered state, the enchanting echo of ecstasy that seems just out of reach without the aid of a substance. You must understand, it is not wrong to crave this feeling. In fact, it is entirely human. You are drawn to it because it is a whisper of the divine, a glimpse of the infinite joy that resides within you. But, like the scent of a flower carried on the breeze, it is meant to guide you, not to be bottled and inhaled on demand.

The experience that drugs provide is but a fleeting window into the boundless freedom that is your true nature. They crack the shell, let in a beam of light, and for a moment, you see beyond the illusion of separation. You feel whole, complete, united with all that is. But do not mistake the key for the treasure, nor the map for the territory. Psychedelics are signposts pointing toward the kingdom of heaven, but they are not the kingdom itself.

Imagine a dog being given a scent, the fragrance of something deeply desired. The dog is shown the object and then released to find it in the wild. Now, if the dog keeps returning to the object itself, circling it, sniffing it over and over, it will never fulfill its purpose. It will never discover the source of the scent in the wide, open world. It remains trapped in a loop, in love with an echo, enchanted by an illusion. In this state, the dog is useless to its master and blind to its own power.

So it is with drugs. If you keep returning to the substance to recapture that feeling, you are like the dog circling the scent-marker. You remain stuck, enamored with the shadow of bliss rather than the light itself. You are meant to follow that scent into the forest of your own being, to discover the source within you. For what you are truly seeking is not the drug, but the feeling it points to—the joy, the peace, the unity.

This feeling is your guiding light. It is the divine within you calling you home. But to answer that call, you must learn to access it without the intermediary of a chemical. You must learn to breathe it in from the air, to hear it in the rustle of leaves, to feel it in the beat of your own heart.

Go now. Follow the scent, but do not circle the object. Let it lead you into the wild unknown of yourself. And when you find that place where joy springs eternal, untouched and inexhaustible, then, my friend, you will have entered the kingdom of heaven.

And you will see that the journey was never about the drug at all. It was about remembering who you truly are.



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