Dear Friend,
In your early twenties, you’re married and expecting a child. You can barely afford internet access, but you’re going to try to raise a baby - fine, that’s your choice, and best of luck to you. (I have my suspicions about how willing a partner your husband was in this, but let’s not get into that right now.)
You’ve been smoking pot and taking mushrooms and peyote for years now. Fine, that’s your choice, and I saw nothing wrong with it… until now. Look, you crazy hippie, you’re trying to grow a baby. Don’t you want it done right?
No, I don’t care how much you trust the friendly Indians you do it with. It’s cute how you call peyote “the medicine” and all, but just because it comes from a plant and has been used for generations doesn’t make it safe.
No, I don’t have to have done it myself to be able to give you advice. I “understand” it perfectly - it’s a recreational drug and you’re putting it into your body and the fetus’s body. Whether it has opened your mind and made your stronger doesn’t change that fact. Yes, you heard me, it’s a drug. And by the way, it does contain mescaline; they aren’t two separate things.
I don’t care how many people you know who took “the medicine” during conception, gestation, and fed it to their kids once they were born. They’re fucking idiots, and if you go along with them, so are you. Finally, if your child does turn out to be “strong and special” (whatever the hell that means) despite your irresponsible behavior, it won’t make any faith grow in me… it’ll just prove that you were lucky.
Go ahead, tell me whatever evidence I might show you doesn’t matter, because your mind is already set. Your willful ignorance is only going to come back and bite you, just like that dog you’re having put down because it might harm baby - if you weren’t so opposed to all things modern and rational, you’d have your ignorance put down too, because it’s just as harmful.
Regards,
Mr2001