The relationship with alcohol is sometimes the only possible inner life experience. A hell.
For many people, the only investigation of consciousness that they have been able to carry out is induced and maintained by this emotional dye that they inject into their throats.
–Where am I ? Where am I ? They ask themselves the question as the liquid seeps into them in a thick gulp.
-Right here replies the latter. So! You found yourself. Are you feeling now?
Keep good track of yourself. Continue to send back the necessary material for the experience happen.Drink, pour, drink some more.
Set your mind on the next drink. µ
Alcohol consumption is a confinement in the poorest inner life there is. Other times, the substance comes to mark mindspace with a plethoric psychic life, unmanageable and chaotic to the point of suffocating all potential.
Alcohol makes you distant, absent from yourself, by a thickening of the walls and tapestries until the cries of locked-up voices are no longer heard. Here, each sip builds the padded cell and keeps unmanageable psycho-emotional phenomena at bay. Two very different profiles of people can be noticed :
-The rough type: a raw character, foreign to himself, not accessing any area of their interiority outside of this fallacious and redundant experience.
This is not necessarily correlated with limited IQ, very smart people belong to that category.
-People who are much more refined and subtle, having not encountered on their path any other means to listen and appreciate interior phenomena. This encounter does not necessarily take the form of a master and obedience to some tradition. One may very well trip over a cushion.
Both of these profiles are nevertheless victims of the great perfidy inherent to this substance and, although originally very distant from one another, they come together in their dynamic of increasing destruction rate, in the same distance from listening, to the point of sometimes falling into the great basin of tautology: I drink because I drink.
Chaos and destruction.
Notes & Silence 
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Alcohol addiction is, indeed, highly destructive of the person. I suppose intoxication is the illusion of breaking boundaries, when, in fact, a prison is erected.
This is not some moralising statement. I’ll take a whisky, wine or beer quite happily. Alcohol dependency, however, is clinical condition, and needs to be regarded as such.
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I do enjoy a glass of quality red wine now and then.
and then again, sometimes.
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I’ve heard about ‘masters’ encouraging alcohol consumption in very specific situations..
I see it as a powerful spiritual inhibitor.
Whenever I drink, practice and inner life disappear behind a glass of self-fueled illusions…
Calling those illusions spiritual does not make them so.
As always, a text to myself, a personal reminder…which may happen to help others…but never a moralising stance
(though I understand i may appear as such at times)
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Perhaps the point is to know the illusions that they might be seen for what they are.
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I’ve never heard that phrase before and it’s perfect.
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Thank you very much for reading this.
Have a nice day
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Wonderful post . Writing on alcohol’s menace to humanity is a book to onself.
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