Spirituality & Enlightenment

Spirituality & Enlightenment

Beer Cleansing

Beer Cleansing
Alex Bone

I’ve been hearing a lot about all these new cleansing techniques designed to, allegedly, help improve your body, mind, and even your spirit. Some people tend to need such things, not sure why.  It’s not like we’ve run out of beer or anything. Still, who am I to judge? Maybe it works wonders.  There are still many mysteries in the Universe.  The holy feathered serpent knows, only a few souls have found the sacred light of our savor, Yig. May his name be hissed.

There are all kinds of detox/body/colon cleansings out there, such as: The Master, water, cayenne pepper, urine, and tape worm. All of these techniques advocate focusing on a particular food or liquid to the exclusion of all others.  All this, in the hopes of purging the body of built up toxins. Of course this is all nonsense, but it makes people feel better knowing they are trying something.  Besides, many probably enjoy the cozy feeling that comes from the slim hope they’re doing something good for themselves—which may explain vegan restaurants and gyms.

I, however, have decided to cut through all this crap and I am—with the aid of my good friend, medical adviser, and local barkeep, Phillip Brownhurst—planning on setting off for a whole month of beer cleansing. Yes, you heard it right here on the Daily Discord.  Be the first of your friends to Like.  No food or hydrating liquids will pass my lips, while my body focuses on purging such products from my inner core—while only throwing up once a day.

As this happens, in a wild Bacchanalian fit, I will embrace all this glorious Health Enhancing Ale (HEA!). I will save the ales as they have saved me from the distracting images that plague our modern lives. What insights, what revelations, what incontinence waits in store? I can hardly guess. I do know this: such a journey is not to be taken Bud-lightly.  It is not for those weak willed, or lily-livered, or those unsure of what they will learn from their inner drunk.

I’ve also heard say, strange things exit the body during such detox periods…hey, there go my baseball cards!  And I have been warned such trips are not without their own inherent dangers.  The Ghetto Shaman advised me of some of the spiritual side effects of forgoing anything but hops and barley for long periods of time.  For examples of this, see any Ghetto Shaman column

My shamanistic colleague has embarked on similar ale-cleansing escapades, but many ended abruptly in some drunk tank or another. I will complete the work he has started!  By the way, why do they call it a drunk tank if they don’t serve any alcohol?  Anyway, Dr. Phillip has promised to drop by with a few joints and check in on me after last call, each and every night.  He will check my vitals, palpate my swollen liver, while we kick back one last brewski for posterity.  Can I get a “Hail Yig”?!

So I embark into the realm of Dionysus, Bukowski, Bacchus, Morrison, and Lohan…

No, don’t try to stop me. I need to do this. Not just for me, but for us, for everyone that has been inclined to not be inclined, bribed to be good and proper, or simply told to make something of their lives, or their livers. Stop living this lie and join me on my own permanent paid detoxification. 

Yes, it is for you I fight! I fight for the right to throw it all away, forget your jobs, and just wake up!  No, no, I’m not talking about enlightenment. Geesh.  I mean, wake up whenever your hangover allows and start the day with a cold one. I’ll probably see the rest of those suckers heading to work, while I grab my pre-nooner six-pack (PNSP).  In the end, those are the ones who will envy me.  I’m talking to you Zano! Mr. Goes-to-Work-Most-of-the-Time!

I will keep you posted…  Hey, did I mention you’re funding this experiment, Zano?

Ask The Ghetto Shaman

Ask The Ghetto Shaman

Dear Ghetto Shaman,

What is the difference between psychokinesis and telepathy?  And which, if any, have the shaman mastered?

Chad

San Fernando, CA

Dear Chad,

The spelling is totally different, for one.  Duh.  Shamans have mastered both, of course, which makes us psycho-pathic, as my rap sheet will attest.  To prove what I say, I want you to look at this card, drawn at random from an unfettered deck of 52.  Don’t tell me what it is.

Now I am going to concentrate on this card…(almost forgot my bongos).  OK…wait for it…

Is this your card?

The Ghetto Shaman

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Ask The Ghetto Shaman

Dear Ghetto Shaman,

What is the deal with the movie 127 Hours?  It felt like it took that long to end.  It could have been summed up as drank my own pee and gnawed off my own arm.  Besides, wouldn’t drinking your own pee only make you more dehydrated?

James

Irwin, PA

Dear James,

That is not what concerns me.  When one drinks his or her own pee a sacrifice to Yig is required to liberate the soul and ascend to the spirit world.  Perhaps even more disturbing, you should only gnaw of your own arm when you wake up draped over a female of the Coyote Ugly variety. 

The Ghetto Shaman

P.S. As many enlightened beings are aware, when one has carnal encounters with someone truly hideous, reaching Double Coyote status, it is customary to gnaw off your second arm so that it never happens again. 

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Dear Ghetto Shaman,

You give your readers very little insight into your personal life, for instance, what do you do with your free time?

Clay R.

Muncie, IN

Dear Clay,

If my readers had any insight they wouldn’t be visiting this site, but, fine…ahhhh, this week I got stoned, went to Egypt, and punched Anderson Cooper in the face a few times, the usual.

The Ghetto Shaman

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Dear Ghetto Shaman,

Dude? Malt liquor products? What up wit dat?

Jason M.

Henderson, NV

Dear Jason,

I do suffer from a serious alement, a strange affinity to shitty beer that shamans refer to as Fecal Alcohol Syndrome (FAS).

The Ghetto Shaman

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Dear Ghetto Shaman,

Besides hallucinogens, what methods do you use to obtain an altered state of consciousness? I am really interested in expanding my abilities and hope to ultimately reach new levels of awareness, but I am very concerned, as a teacher, to experiment with illicit substances. 

Richard H.

Pasadena, CA

Dear Rudy,

That’s so sad.  How can you teach without feeding your head, dude?  Bottom line, steady rhythmic bongo drumming while under the influence of malt liquor products can guarantee an altered state of consciousness….or, in some cases, vomit-covered bongos.   Ask your doctor if drunken bongo playing is right for you. 

The Ghetto Shaman

Seven Minutes to Last Call: The Discord Doomsday Clock

L. Wolfe

Seven Minutes to Last Call: The Discord Doomsday Clock

In 1947, the board of directors of the Bulletin of the Atomic Scientists at the University of Chicago first published the Doomsday Clock.  It reflected the potential for catastrophic destruction of human kind (initially from nuclear annihilation and eventually from Daily Discord articles).

Currently, this doomsday clock includes such things as global climate change.  Initially the thing was set at seven minutes to midnight, where midnight signified doomsday, but Dr. Sterling Hogbein, of the Hogbein Institute and Lube, has a different idea.  He believes this may well represent bar time, thus we may have an extra 10-15 minutes. This subjective and meaningless clock has been changed 18 times since 1947 and now rests at five minutes to midnight.  When it reached 10 to midnight, it apparently spawned a Charles Bronson movie of the same name. 

I don’t know what the big deal is, who picked seven minutes anyway?  Why not set the damned thing to 59 minutes to midnight for starters.  Then we’d still have 57 minutes with or without Hogbein’s bar time hypothesis).  Consider it Doomlight savings—unless you’re in Arizona (weirdos).

We here at the Discord have created our own “doomsday” clock, this one we call Seven Minutes to Last Call.  Unlike its predecessor, this clock is all-inclusive.  It covers threats to all sorts of mind-altering recreational pastimes.  This will solve many of the current problems with the doomsday clock, and accounts for Hogbein’s lost bar time minutes. 

Our resident expert on mind-bending, The Ghetto Shaman, has been instrumental in assisting us in establishing this clock.  We initially set our clock at seven minutes to midnight but quickly realized that, at least in the U.S., we were actually closer to midnight than we originally opined.  Therefore, we have advanced the clock to seven seconds to midnight.  Unless some sort of Real Change We Can Count On, You Betcha actually occurs, which coincidentally may be Sarah Palin’s campaign slogan.  We propose a couple of immediate steps to retard the clock:

  1. Legalize marijuana for Pete’s sake.  Do you know how many harmless non-violent people we arrest every year on pot charges?  We could save hundreds of thousands of dollars in the state of Pennsylvania just on the Ghetto Shaman alone. Meanwhile, California is already well on its way to achieving legalization.  Once the tax benefit is realized, we predict this trend will expand more rapidly across the U.S. than the West Nile Virus.
  2. Build a bunch of nice bridges over the dried up Rio Grande and charge $2 per vehicle to enter the U.S. from Mexico.  This way we actually generate some decent revenue from the drug trade rather than it bleeding us dry, too.  Second, when returning people to Mexico take their cash and sell all their belongings on EBay.  It will also help cut down on illegal aliens.  I mean, who would try again after being dropped off in Tijuana, in the middle of the night, naked?
  3. Send the Mafia to Afghanistan. We would protect the poppies and siphon a couple dozen percent right off the top like the Taliban have been doing for years.  Why burn these fields to deny funding to the Taliban and other War Lord types?  Seems to me, it’s damn good money.  How about us getting a piece of the poppy, peeps?  And what could benefit the poor Afghani farmers and their emerald-eyed daughters more than Mafia control of their poppy crop?  We’d steal less of their profits than the Taliban or War Lords, and we’d provide them better protection with Benny the Hump and Izzy the Nose. 
  4. Make peyote a national treasure and establish “Mile High Peyote National Park” in Southwestern Texas and offer visitors an out of body experience.  The Ghetto Shaman would be an excellent Park Ranger and spiritual guide for such an endeavor.  I hear he has some free time these days and some extra Bellagio Casino chips on his hands.
  5. Kennett Square, PA is touted as the “Mushroom Capital of the World” and they only grow the mushrooms mother gives you, which don’t do anything at all.  Let them start growing some of those fancy little psilocybin babies and you’ll really see a boom in the mushroom industry.  Brings a whole new meaning to the phrase Cap and Trade. 
  6. Write your congressman, congresswoman, or congress-creep and let’s get some real change we can count on by legalizing mind altering substances.  We can push back that Doomsday Clock for at least 10 hours, or at least until we stop tripping.

Ask The Ghetto Shaman

Ask The Ghetto Shaman

Dear Ghetto Shaman,

I read your book Wake Up & End all Suffering.  And, uhh, there’s a pistol on the cover?  Talk about a mixed message.  You sicko! I don’t know what to say!

Ebb

Nashua, NH

Dear Ebb,

Sicko was actually by Michael Moore, a shaman in his own right.  And I believe the words you seek, but cannot utter, are “thank you”. Obviously, you speak for a loved one who found eternal peace from my work.  Otherwise you’re a pretty lousy shot.

The Ghetto Shaman

P.S.  Did you know that, statistically, for every successful suicide attempt, there can be over a hundred failed attempts?  That number is too high, thus the inspiration for my book. 

Ask The Ghetto Shaman

Ask The Ghetto Shaman

Dear Ghetto Shaman,

I am a Shaman in training and I was told one of the first things on my Shamanic to-do-list is to try to find my spirit guide to aid me in my quest and my journey. How do I go about finding my spirit guide?

Benny

Haddonfield, NJ

Dear Benny,

Spirit Guide

The Ghetto Shaman

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Announcement:

My home brews are done, bitches!  My prized dopple bock, the Alternator, is ready to rock & roll, and I just tapped my Kundalini Kolsch (I left out the umlaut because I didn’t know how to spell it).  Also ready for imbibing is my Soul Retrieval Stout, Ecstasy Ale, Sorcerer’s Saison, and there’s still one more batch of my prized Peyote Porter.  Or, if you want something blessed by the goddess of the harvest, try my unfiltered hefe, Three Sheets to the Weiss.

I know I am calling this a beer tasting, but, truth be told, I drink a little too fast to “taste” anything, but whatever floats your brewski boat, bitches.  Taste if you want, chug if you want, but either way come down to my kick off home brew bash, Heaven and Helles, next Saturday under the Market Street Bridge. Dress warmly.  Oh, and if you can’t make the party, buy my book: Altered Stouts of Consciousness: A Home Brewer’s Guide to the Godhead

The Ghetto Shaman