CheechWizard
Rising Star
Yesterday I had very positive second experience with the spice. Tomorrow I was leaving for Jamaica for a vacation and to get married to the most amazing woman in my life. I thought another excursion would be perfect as I would have a week to bask in the sun and process everything.
I was lying on the bed, my back against the head board. I made it a point to look at my alarm clock to roughly calculate the length of the trip. I inhaled a large amount of thick white vapor from the machine. I exhaled and inhaled again. I waited, nothing happened. This was odd. Perhaps it was not enough. A minute had passed. Fearing my window of opportunity to increase my dose had passed I did not take another hit.
Then, what felt like two or three minutes later, it hit me. The delayed reaction caught me off guard, my eyes still open. The tall sheer curtain panels in front of me across the room became a pair of large Aztec/Toltec idols looking at me menacingly. Whoa!
I closed my eyes and looked to my right. I was in a room that was the same dimensions of the bedroom but felt foreign; I vaguely remember the room having patterns on the walls and floor. I questioning why I chose to come back.
Next I freaked out a bit. I was quite sure that there was not going to be a wedding. My partner did not exist in reality. She was an alter ego I created exactly like the insane dude in the movie Fight Club. Whoa... FUCK!!!
I ran to my closet and threw the machine and lighter in the far back of an upper shelf of my closet. I needed to hide the spice... get rid of it… never again... Evil spice...
I lay back down, one of my cats hopped on the bed next to me. I looked at her and felt schizophrenic and freaked out.
I jumped back up and went into the bathroom, looking into the mirror at my face, trying to find some semblance of reality. Everything was tinted with translucent colors, teal-blue, melon-orange, lime green, strange gel like colors.
I started to come back to reality and lay back on the bed sitting up, with rapid, heavy breath. The curtains were curtains again though they were undulating. The whole twisted ordeal seemed to have lasted a long time. I looked at the clock amazed that only five minutes had passed.
My next thought was... Wow, that was crazy... What the fuck? Totally insane... I can't wait to do it again. :d
Afterthoughts: This was unlike any other experience that I have had with the spice. It was very much grounded in this world. Perhaps it was the mind space I was in. Perhaps I was being told…. It’s too soon to come back. Mushrooms talk to me that way and refuse to teach me anything until I and they are ready. I think on some level my psyche was telling me we were one all along, with or without a wedding. At any rate, Jamaica and the wedding were amazing.
More adventures to come….
I was lying on the bed, my back against the head board. I made it a point to look at my alarm clock to roughly calculate the length of the trip. I inhaled a large amount of thick white vapor from the machine. I exhaled and inhaled again. I waited, nothing happened. This was odd. Perhaps it was not enough. A minute had passed. Fearing my window of opportunity to increase my dose had passed I did not take another hit.
Then, what felt like two or three minutes later, it hit me. The delayed reaction caught me off guard, my eyes still open. The tall sheer curtain panels in front of me across the room became a pair of large Aztec/Toltec idols looking at me menacingly. Whoa!
I closed my eyes and looked to my right. I was in a room that was the same dimensions of the bedroom but felt foreign; I vaguely remember the room having patterns on the walls and floor. I questioning why I chose to come back.
Next I freaked out a bit. I was quite sure that there was not going to be a wedding. My partner did not exist in reality. She was an alter ego I created exactly like the insane dude in the movie Fight Club. Whoa... FUCK!!!
I ran to my closet and threw the machine and lighter in the far back of an upper shelf of my closet. I needed to hide the spice... get rid of it… never again... Evil spice...
I lay back down, one of my cats hopped on the bed next to me. I looked at her and felt schizophrenic and freaked out.
I jumped back up and went into the bathroom, looking into the mirror at my face, trying to find some semblance of reality. Everything was tinted with translucent colors, teal-blue, melon-orange, lime green, strange gel like colors.
I started to come back to reality and lay back on the bed sitting up, with rapid, heavy breath. The curtains were curtains again though they were undulating. The whole twisted ordeal seemed to have lasted a long time. I looked at the clock amazed that only five minutes had passed.
My next thought was... Wow, that was crazy... What the fuck? Totally insane... I can't wait to do it again. :d
Afterthoughts: This was unlike any other experience that I have had with the spice. It was very much grounded in this world. Perhaps it was the mind space I was in. Perhaps I was being told…. It’s too soon to come back. Mushrooms talk to me that way and refuse to teach me anything until I and they are ready. I think on some level my psyche was telling me we were one all along, with or without a wedding. At any rate, Jamaica and the wedding were amazing.
More adventures to come….
