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Rising Star
The following words are those of a close friend of mine:
With an observer by my side, I held the lighter up to the underside of the pipe. This was a difficult process as my hands were shaking considerably. The fear of being unsuccessful at breaking through again was nearly as great as the fear of actually making a trans-dimensional journey to the world of elves, angels, and deities.
As I took in the second toke, the feeling of having every bit of oxygen in my lungs overtaken by the ceramic smoke of the Sacrament was gradually replaced with a wave of energy that swept through my entire body. Although extremely euphoric, I concurrently felt the awkwardness of being in between dimensions. The pipe began to transform and disappear from my vision, as did the rest of the room. I could hear from a distance the sound of my observer asking, “Do you want me to light it for you?” This question awoke in me the understanding that I was no longer capable of seeing the pipe, much less lighting it myself. This concern seemed immediately infantile, as the ceiling began to shatter apart from the power of the Divine light breaking through the physical cells of wood and plaster.
I was overcome with awe, and a sense of being in the presence of the Almighty. The energy emitted by the Light humbled me emotionally, and paralyzed me physically as it lay me gently down on to the surface of my bed. However, the fabric surface of my nighttime dwelling had now been replaced by a captivating river of flowing colors, jewels, and all-seeing eyes. The question of whether or not a higher power existed was immediately and definitively answered. I wanted nothing more than to look up at what was emitting the light, but I was incapable of turning my head upwards. I was originally unsure if it was because I was incapable of looking at perfection, or because my human intellect resulted in my mind being too distracted with the beautiful things I saw flowing beneath my suspended body. The more I think about it, I realize that it was both.
It was immediately apparent that the questions left unanswered by LSD, could be explored in more detail with this compound. As the visions descended into what most of us consider reality, my soul was overcome with the feeling that I had just been in the presence of God. My observer continually asked me to describe the experience, but to convey the visuals without the internal joy created by being in the presence of perfection would be blasphemy. As a result, I was able to say nothing other than I had finally experienced what I had been looking for the previous two years of my life. The euphoria remained for the next hour, as I proceeded to call every important person in my life and tell them I had lived through the most profound moment of my time.
With an observer by my side, I held the lighter up to the underside of the pipe. This was a difficult process as my hands were shaking considerably. The fear of being unsuccessful at breaking through again was nearly as great as the fear of actually making a trans-dimensional journey to the world of elves, angels, and deities.
As I took in the second toke, the feeling of having every bit of oxygen in my lungs overtaken by the ceramic smoke of the Sacrament was gradually replaced with a wave of energy that swept through my entire body. Although extremely euphoric, I concurrently felt the awkwardness of being in between dimensions. The pipe began to transform and disappear from my vision, as did the rest of the room. I could hear from a distance the sound of my observer asking, “Do you want me to light it for you?” This question awoke in me the understanding that I was no longer capable of seeing the pipe, much less lighting it myself. This concern seemed immediately infantile, as the ceiling began to shatter apart from the power of the Divine light breaking through the physical cells of wood and plaster.
I was overcome with awe, and a sense of being in the presence of the Almighty. The energy emitted by the Light humbled me emotionally, and paralyzed me physically as it lay me gently down on to the surface of my bed. However, the fabric surface of my nighttime dwelling had now been replaced by a captivating river of flowing colors, jewels, and all-seeing eyes. The question of whether or not a higher power existed was immediately and definitively answered. I wanted nothing more than to look up at what was emitting the light, but I was incapable of turning my head upwards. I was originally unsure if it was because I was incapable of looking at perfection, or because my human intellect resulted in my mind being too distracted with the beautiful things I saw flowing beneath my suspended body. The more I think about it, I realize that it was both.
It was immediately apparent that the questions left unanswered by LSD, could be explored in more detail with this compound. As the visions descended into what most of us consider reality, my soul was overcome with the feeling that I had just been in the presence of God. My observer continually asked me to describe the experience, but to convey the visuals without the internal joy created by being in the presence of perfection would be blasphemy. As a result, I was able to say nothing other than I had finally experienced what I had been looking for the previous two years of my life. The euphoria remained for the next hour, as I proceeded to call every important person in my life and tell them I had lived through the most profound moment of my time.
