“Don’t spoil my fantasy with your reality.”
The Chemical Buddha lived in his own little fantasy world. Part of this is attributed to his powerful mind that could bend any fact and situation to fit his needs. Add to that his ability to justify his actions (which bordered on something like a super power) and the various chemical combinations he had coursing through his bloodstream at any given moment and you'd have a fantastic mix. So it’s probably easy to understand why TCB often disagreed with people on what was actually going on at any moment in time. But The Chemical Buddha firmly believed that no two people saw reality the same way because it was all subjective and based on one’s perspective. So he figured if we already weren’t going to agree on our shared reality, why not live in the version of reality he wanted to live in? All the great mystics and dead heads have done it for generations, so it seemed good enough for him.
What is your ultimate fantasy life?
Is there a way for you to make your reality more like you fantasy or do you think the two can never meet?
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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