It is an ironic twist, given the cultural politics of psychedelia, that drugs should
be a fundamentally authoritarian concept. But there is ultimately no way to
avoid the conclusion. It’s the entire point of Moldbug’s red pill – the idea that the
neoreactionary argument is an inevitable process, and that once you take the pill
you cannot be unconvinced. Or consider Land’s description of the process of
being convinced by neoreaction: “the spirit of reaction digs its Sith-tentacles into
the brain.” (Yes, we’re mixing our franchises now. Clearly our red pill’s more a
drug cocktail.) This isn’t just a neoreactionary thing either – Land’s imagery is
only a few doors down from Terrence McKenna’s suggestion that DMT is an
alien intelligence’s attempt to communicate directly with the human brain, and
we might also point at William S. Burroughs’ allegorization of his heroin
addiction into his paranoid world of linguistic control machines. My point here
isn’t some monstrous offspring of psychedelia; it’s that psychedelic horror is a
real historical phenomenon, and arguably much larger than the cuddly tie-dye
psychedelia of popular culture.
It is probably relevant that my old writing method (and still the most productive one I’ve found) involved consuming immense quantities of tobacco, blacking out at a keyboard for several hours, and waking up to find a complete post that I did not recall writing.
Moldbug and Land both use arguments I’d have used at 13 when I first found Skibet chat:
“You would agree with me if you understood me.”
A++ rhetoric, would use again.