For The World Weary

Woah! That last one was too TL/DR, right?

You go through one of these star gates that everyone seems to have around the place these days and for sure you don't really want to come back here and wait around for god-knows-what.

I once went through this whole phase when I was in my late Twenties, driving a black Lamborghini, wearing dark grey or black double-breasted French-made designer suits and pretending to be depressed as I sat in a dark corner of some really up-scale restaurant counting my money.

I aspire to this
kind of face, though.
LOL

Everything 'was tiresome' and I wore this face of extreme irritation... ...I think.

God it was so fun. I was literally thinking all the time: 'Am I getting away with this? I hope people actually think I am under pressure and stressed.'

LOL

I used to literally act it out.

And then I saw all of the older guys around me actually go through the whole process of losing everything, and I thought 'well there's no cachet in this anymore, acting like these clots all do because they lost it!'

It was my way of 'relating' to the outside world though. Not sure how I 'relate to the outside world' now. Haven't given it that much thought recently.

'World weary' I suppose is when you've seen enough, and most of what you have seen, and what you still do see, is annoying and deceptive.

Doesn't matter what fine thoughts one has in one's head, the outer human physiology has a system and it can well go through a long mode of neurotransmitter depletion.

This is when some things come into their own.

Super Negin Saffron

Red Gold Super Negin Saffron (all other sorts of real saffron do as well!) grows more and stronger neurotransmitter connections throughout the whole body. 

And butterfly pea flower increases the acetyl-choline levels in the brain.

Muscimol (and also myristin to some extent) works on a complex range of processes in the brain that clear up the synapses and work on the Dopamine cycles - as well as do other super significant things which we cannot talk about because the FBI will knock on my door again if I did.

And then the other thing to keep in mind, is that it is necessary to 'arrange' an 'approach' to a complex sensory event...

You can knock back a non-alc cocktail and it will feel totally stupid to you.

But if you properly char-grill a steak and sprinkle some non-alcoholic American Malt over it at the end, the taste of the steak is strikingly enhanced.

And if you make sure the glass you are using is stunning and the liquid you're pouring into it is very very cold, and the liquid honey is floral-perfumed, and that tiny spritz of citrus rind has been mysteriously passed over the glass... ...well then you have a performance going on, haven't you?

Blue butterfly pea flower tea.
They use it to make colored gins
and 'purple' wines. Changes color
with lemon...

And if you work yourself up into that solitary space, in which you can pour yourself a lonely cup or mug of exotic fruit tisane (was invented by the Egyptians, or maybe even earlier than that), well all of your earthly problems, be they as simple as a headache or a head-cold or a hang-over will be cured - if you do the thing properly with the correct ingredients.

Grapefruit pith and peel, dried hibiscus, and lemon grass.

The very first waft of whatever volatile oils are coming out of the steam, will shoot into your brain and affect your mind.

The thing wears off after about thirty minutes, of course.

But that's when the muscimol (if you have that) kicks in...

An actual Khazar coin. It says on it,
written in Arabic: 'Moses is the Messenger
of Allah.'
That rocked a few Muslims reading here,
didn't it? You think you know what
'Islam' is, do you? Ha ha ha. Islam is 100%
Khazar.

And then a beautiful maiden (or an Oghuric-speaking - lol - barber), should be employed to undertake scented, hot-towel therapy on your face and wrists and hands.

'Oghuric.' The original language of the Khazars.

And why?

Because they are 'Og from Bashan.' Gog u-Magog.

Good with sharp things though, too. Thus Turkish, as in, literally ethnic Turkish, barbers are the best in the world.