joebono
Rising Star
I quit. Game over. I can’t smoke this stuff. What just happened to me is not normal. All of the mushrooms, pharmahuasca, cactus, salvia ,and LSA seeds could not have prepared me for the utter insanity and panic that I just experienced. You have got to be fucking kidding me, a smoked breakthrough bears no resemblance, no relation, no similarities, NOTHING to any other psychedelic drug. It is playing with the gods and they like to fuck around. There is no theme, no prior example to prepare yourself, nothing you can do to get ready for the complete lunatic curveball that this shit hurls.
All I know is that I was in the bedroom yelling to make it stop, that it wasn’t right, that it wasn’t normal. I think I was screaming. Oh God, the neighbors must think I am a crazy asshole – and what if they were to call the police? I was grasping and begging to get myself back. It was terrifying. I left the room and walked into the kitchen and here the whole fucking place became electrified with crazy colors and everything in front of me looked as if some nutjob artist went ballistic. And it wouldn’t stop, everything just became alive with energy and power and life. These visuals were like NOTHING I have ever witnessed – just pulsating violently. I was completely and totally immersed in between these two worlds. It was a Roger Rabbit cartoon land. Yes it was unspeakably and stunningly beautiful, but my full blown panic and fear that I really did brain damage this time destroyed me.
While it is happening it takes on the significance of the birthing process. Imagine you could remember the moment you were born and the importance and gravity of that event is the seriousness of DMT. Fuck this. My mind can’t handle that shit. I am throwing in the towel. You win.
All I know is that I was in the bedroom yelling to make it stop, that it wasn’t right, that it wasn’t normal. I think I was screaming. Oh God, the neighbors must think I am a crazy asshole – and what if they were to call the police? I was grasping and begging to get myself back. It was terrifying. I left the room and walked into the kitchen and here the whole fucking place became electrified with crazy colors and everything in front of me looked as if some nutjob artist went ballistic. And it wouldn’t stop, everything just became alive with energy and power and life. These visuals were like NOTHING I have ever witnessed – just pulsating violently. I was completely and totally immersed in between these two worlds. It was a Roger Rabbit cartoon land. Yes it was unspeakably and stunningly beautiful, but my full blown panic and fear that I really did brain damage this time destroyed me.
While it is happening it takes on the significance of the birthing process. Imagine you could remember the moment you were born and the importance and gravity of that event is the seriousness of DMT. Fuck this. My mind can’t handle that shit. I am throwing in the towel. You win.