“You can find a book to support whatever you believe.”
The Chemical Buddha didn’t believe much outside of his own experience. He thought just because someone else shared your opinion or beliefs didn’t make them (or you) right. Of course, it doesn’t make you (or them) wrong either. This was the crossroads TCB found himself at on a fairly regular basis. Because his experiences were so unlike anything he saw, read or heard about he didn’t know how to interpret what was going on in his life. And though he found himself to be unique in a lot of ways. He also found he was very similar to those around him too. For instance, he found people often asked the same questions about life and their place in the world, but the answers they came up with were often times pretty fucked up. They wanted to control other people’s lives but they didn’t want anyone controlling theirs. They wanted to exclude certain people, but they wanted to be included. The Chemical Buddha decided the questions were true, but there were no right answers.
Who do agree with? Why?
Who do you want to agree with you? Why?
About The Elvis of Enlightenment
- The Chemical Buddha
- Not much is known about The Chemical Buddha (as he preferred to be called) other than he was a crack baby with fetal alcohol syndrome born into a family of hippie hedonists. Throughout his life, The Chemical Buddha sought spiritual enlightenment through excess. To put it quite simply, he saw himself as the Elvis of Enlightenment. While still in his-mid twenties, The Chemical Buddha left this earthly plain for the last time while beer bonging chicken gravy and shooting heroin as he engaged in an orgy that included at least four members of the amphibian family. His last coherent words, before he asphyxiated on vomit that was not entirely his own, was “Nirvana. Choke! Gag! Cough!” Did The Chemical Buddha transcend his earthly bonds through his unorthodox lifestyle? Did he find the key to “Nirvana?” Or was he answering a music trivia question? Here is a collection of the thoughts, sayings, views and bathroom graffiti that has been attributed to The Chemical Buddha. Was he a mystic sent to show us the way or just another drugged out freak that incoherently babbled a few crude views about life? Decide for yourself. This blog of his teaching is maintained by his "monks."
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