SoulCrushingBass
Keeper of the spice
ISince a trip where I was with the ethereal gears of the universe who let me know I'm God, my trip changed and now everytime it is exactly the same, I just notice different details. I feel/see this liquid of life. It's hot and cold, its a tincture. It is alchemy. It is a delicate balance and I have to stay calm in there or things get bad. I can't remember the geometry, but everytime I toke, I hear the sound, and say, here we go again. It feels/intuition says its the end of the road, the thing of all existence, like okay, you shouldn't be here anymore, this is as far as anyone can go, even God. I started to notice occult symbols that on one hand hypnotize one to delete the memory of this place, and to keep it held together, its bound by magick. It leaves me shaking in fear but I stay calm or it becomes unbalanced and scary. They also say I'm the keeper of the spice. I think there is purple, clear, yellow, and not sure about the other colors, as I said, it hypnotizes me and wipes the memory. It doesn't like incense because it pollutes the alchemy going on. Very pure, delicate, yet powerful. I've tried music, but it keeps me sober, I take off the headphones, and go right into the same place, same sound. Never fails to be the same.

