Hiya Gang!
I am writing with a question of extreme importance to me. Any and all replies will be valuable to me. I hope you find my efforts valuable to you.
In the briefest terms possible: Can Eboka be helpful in curing my long-standing, well-entrenched and recently debilitating psychological condition?
My situation is somewhat unique. First, I will relate the origin of the problem. Next, I will describe some of the effects it has caused. Finally, I will discuss why I believe Eboka can be particularly helpful in curing the problem, or at least mitigating the effects.
Along with posting this where anyone on the planet can read it (one of my self-therapy efforts), I am hoping for your feedback.
ORIGIN
There are two components to relate here -- a double-whammy, if you will. I was adopted as a baby and have no conscious recollection of my 'birth mother' nor of the circumstances. Us adoptees, I recently discovered, have rates of substance abuse, divorce, psychological problems and suicide considerably higher than the norm. As could be expected from those rates, overall life-expectancy is lower, too.
I recall being told, around the age of five while having dinner at the kitchen table, that I was adopted. Once that news had been digested and assimilated, I began asking about the circumstances of my birth, adoption and 'birth parents'. While information regarding the adoption process was given readily, all questions about my birth parents received the same response: UNKNOWN.
Here's the kicker... It was a lie.
Unfortunately, my adoptive parents were not skillful liars. Subconsciously, I knew they were lying. It's painfully obvious to me now, but it wasn't until very recently -- after both of my adoptive parents had died -- that I have been able to consciously recognize that fact. I had been programmed so thouroughly that I was unable to put the facts (adoption agency data, etc.) together until now.
What was the deep, dark secret? What was so frighteningly terrible? What was so shameful that it was NEVER to be exposed?
I'm 25% Jewish.
Yup, that's it. That's the 'unmentionable' that has haunted me. Actually, I think it's rather K00L. I won't recite the litany of all the admirable Jews, but I will sincerely say: "Some of my best friends, including my first wife, are Jews."
And before I move on -- while Mom was merely prejudiced, Dad was a flaming bigot. Blacks were 'worst' with Mexicans and Jews tied for second place. Guess they were just protecting me from people like them...
EFFECTS
You can certainly imagine some of the problems such an upbringing has wrought, but there were also some beneficial results. One of my personal favorites is love for and enjoyment of diversity. Since I did not know my true heritage, it was hard to form negative prejudices based upon ethnicity, culture or religion -- which is not to say none of them have managed to creep in around the edges. 'Preconceptions' (prejudices) are part of the human mentality and can be both negative and positive, e.g. prejudice in favor of a friend. Bigotry is not.
Bigotry and greed form the true 'axis of evil' in this world, IMHO.
I do have some prejudices, but I am NOT a bigot.
Total respect for truth and honesty is on the top of my totem pole. Having been the victim of a conspiracy of lies and deceit (kids are always victims, only adults can choose a label for themselves), it is no wonder that I have developed a passion for the truth.
Liars are compelled to believe lies.
I want to know the truth.
So, I make a huge effort to tell no lies. Yes, I have lied in the past. Yes, I will probably lie in the future, too. But I try like hell not to. I have been developing techniques for not lying I'd like to tell you about, sometime.
What is the truth? Who am I? What am I? Where did I come from? And most importantly, where should I be going?
Am I the product of incest? Rape? Am I about to go schizophrenic?
Was my birth mom a whore? A murderer? Something worse? Why had I been abandoned? What could be so damn shameful and terrible that it could never be said out-loud? In areas like this, a vivid imagination is a curse, not a blessing. No wonder I grew up having problems with self-esteem and confidence. No wonder I still have a hard time seeing why anyone could love and respect me.
I'm damaged goods. The skeleton in the closet is me.
Anxiety. Can't forget anxiety, my constant companion. I went through life always looking over my shoulder. Wondering. Fearing. In dread that someone would see the source of my shame. Scared that everyone but me could see it.
I have carried a constant, low level anxiety with me everywhere I go. A 'background noise' of worry, fear and shame that could only temporarily be masked by alcohol, drugs, sex, music and humor.
The Real Me is taboo. I am ashamed of myself.
I could go on. If I dwell on the negative stuff, though, I will suffer for it. I'm sure you understand. I'd much rather dwell on how to fix this rotten, diseased shite I carry around with me. Time to move on.
Simply seeing the details of my affliction has not yet cured it. I believe it is time for radical psycho-surgery. I am being serious here, have no doubt.
EBOKA
I'm sure all sincere efforts to heal myself will bring good results. Some areas of effort, however, must surely provide better and quicker results. Lack of time is definitely a factor in my situation.
I am using what I call the "shotgun approach" to troubleshooting. That is, whatever I can think of and bring to bear is directed toward solving my problem. I couldn't care less which one(s) provides the solution. The trigger has been pulled, and I'll keep pullin' on that sukka until I'm convinced it is solved. Got me lots o' ammunition. Now I'm looking for some dynamite or maybe a rocket launcher.
I am thrilled to finally know what it is that I am shooting at.
Why Eboka? "Ten year of psychotherapy in ten hours" has a definite charm. At a cost of $52,000 ($100/week * 52 weeks * 10 years) the investment strategy is sound. I expect that you will all agree that would I reap some benefit from Eboka. The question is: "Is it really worth the effort for me?"
There is one aspect of Eboka that is unique among entheogens: the Bwiti assert that it puts them in contact with their ancestors. It is one of the pillars of their spirituality.
Can I expect to see my ancestors?
When using Eboka, have you seen yours?
I myself am not sure what I mean by "see my ancestors" -- are they souls of the dead, psychological constructs or something else? So, please, I would love to hear about ANY such experiences!
When you saw your ancestors, were they friendly? Helpful? Did they talk to you?
I am being entirely serious here. If you say you saw your ancestors and they scared the shit out of you, I want to know that, too.
This has become the most important thing in my life. Right now, it's pretty much the only thing in my life.
I have set up a mail account specially so ANYONE can contact me:
McKnight@ZettaCat.com
Please do so in any way you see fit.
Thank you all for having a place where I feel comfortable and am able to say what I have. It sure helps, and if the telling of my tale helps you, too, I am truly happy.
THANKS ! ! !
Eon McKnight