As angels fall, Men shall rise.

Race and adoption

I as many find it hard to speak publicly about racial involvement within current issues, most of our perception of other ethnicities comes from what we read and hear from media coverage, the influence the media puts on us determines how we think about other races but not necessarily how we talk or publicise our views. After working on a research project as part of an english assignment I found out alot of things about adoption wthin Britain and its facts and figures officially published by the authoritive adoption agencies, I have taken into account that somebof these statistics may be glossed over for easier reading but it seems apparant that most of children within the care system are of White British origin, nearly 85%!
These children are more likely to remain in care for a prolonged period of time. The adoption agencies focus their ‘matchmaking’ on pairing families with children of the same ethnical origin, whichbis leaving more and more children without the loving they so desperately need. It os beginning to become more common now for White British people to adopt Black or Asian children but increasingly more uncommon for Black or Asian families to adopt White children. Why is this? And is this fair? It seems that families of other heriatage are less willing to adapt and help the people of the country who have so willingly allowed other heritages to dwell in their nation.

The meditational arts.

A while back i decided to try a hallucinogenic substance known as LSA, which is Lyseric Acid, its a naturally occuring acid which if prepared correctly can have a similar effect to LSD.
What I knew about acid in general was mainly negatives from others experiences; this lead me to do some ‘mind fishing’ on acid and LSA, I found out about the legality of it and decided to make a purchase.
After waiting a few days I recieved my LSA and it was in the form of what looked like a small bark covered nut (Hawaiin baby woodrose seed) which I was to prepare later that day.
After taking the bark like coating off five of these seeds I crushed them and powered them as much as possible in a pestle and mortar; this was then added into a ramekin with 5 table spoons of boiling water and a tablespoon of raw grated ginger. I covered this with foil and placed it in the fridge for 5 days.
During the 5 days I read up on hallucinogenics to see if I could prepare myself mentally for the experience, I began to meditate which I was used to doing as I meditating for a couple of hours a day when i was in New Zealand for six months. I concentrated on my diet as well, eating specific food groups and drinking only water.
After I believed I was prepared which was on the fifth day I filtered my now black LSA with a coffee filter and made a mug of ginger tea to helo with any stomach cramps, then I dissapeared into my dark room and began to concentrate on the experience to come, after 15/20 minutes I was focused and relaxed; and I drank my concoction.
I didnt feel anything at first so i had a quick look over some notes i had made and found scribbled, in the messiest handwriting, a circled phrase ‘Binaural Beats’ its irregular positioning on my page drew my attention straight away, and I went straight onto youtube on my phone and found a four hour beta wave soundtrack, i put my headphones on and slowly drifted into what I can only describe as a foggy cloud of strange thoughts.
My trips were strange and seemed irrelevant to anything current. They came on every hour nearly to the minute, and they progressively got darker and darker. The first few dream like trips complimented the Binaural Beats quite well and seemed to interact with the music forming patterns and colours, these small trips were managable and also quite pleasant. The ‘middle section’ of my experience is extremely hazy and I cant remember much but the final trip is what stuck with me for almost 6 months without any true explanation of its message, see if you can ponder on this and explain it fully, but I warn you, it goes deeper than you think ill set the scene…

Its cold, you can feel the chill on every nerve and cell in your body, your in a black space alone, no sound, no light, no movement. You turn around and see in the distance a darker patch than wherever you are and begin to walk towards it, as you get closer you begin hearing whispering and shuffling. You arrive and the darker space and close your eyes as you do this, the whispering becomes talking andnit sounds thousands of people all talking at once in a language you dont understand.
Then you open your eyes, uniformed men are everywhere, your not tall enoughbo see through them; so you begin to push your way through, and you realise your sleeve has a distinct pattern on it, the swastika.
You continue pushing your way through and as you do, you notice the area you are heading towards is making yiur surroundings have a red tint, you reach the front of the crowd and on doing so realise you are at a Nazi book burn, and a man in a long leather coat hands you a bible and you instinctively through in onto the giant roaring fire, after doing so you turn to look at the man who handed you the bible, only to see that it is you…

Any thoughts?
Ill upload more experiences if anybody wants to have a read :)

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