I knew I was going to smoalk changa specifically for my birthday. The question though was when, and it ended up occurring on a bit of, let's say, an impulse.
Mood could be better. Stuff came up. I'm pretty bitter about it. A concern is always ruminations on certain events and things and people. But I approached this in the spirit of wanting to get right, I figured why not hit the packed changa bowl, and then do a flow.
The flow didn't happen. Well it was there, but generally, I was in child's pose for most of. It was an unexpected depth that I had an inkling about after taking the hit. I'm getting used to this new pipe, so the kick in the back of the throat can be a sign of how much I had taken in as I am used to interpreting with other devices or it could be the shorter and more narrow chamber of the new pipe.
Moving into child's pose, a flower, in the center of my visual field, somewhat faint, but clearly present, unfurled and blossoming before more. I enter the center and find myself in a room. Fluxing moving, alive, ya know the usual, with an entity dipping into something that kind of looked like a plant hanger... weirdos.
I spent most of my time directing my attention to where I wanted it to be, ie, not on the stuff that I am ruminating on. I reflected on this past year and how I'd like to make next year different and more in line with my preferences. I also soaked up the solidity that I showed being in the space, and how this has been a trend lately. There was definitely some fear, but there was no doubt. And in some ways it wasn't easy, but it was enjoyable even in the parts that weren't easy. If I don't say it, then I will likely look back on the experience, like I do with many others, and remember the negative readily. There was less worry, less compunction, and some definite nausea.
I had drank a protein shake not long before and didn't want to give up the nourishment. I feel like the experience simply moved the purge to my eyes, as I began crying while laying on my side on the yoga mat.
I was so aligned and attuned. Having my agency of choice, necessarily, while going with the flow...
One love
Mood could be better. Stuff came up. I'm pretty bitter about it. A concern is always ruminations on certain events and things and people. But I approached this in the spirit of wanting to get right, I figured why not hit the packed changa bowl, and then do a flow.
The flow didn't happen. Well it was there, but generally, I was in child's pose for most of. It was an unexpected depth that I had an inkling about after taking the hit. I'm getting used to this new pipe, so the kick in the back of the throat can be a sign of how much I had taken in as I am used to interpreting with other devices or it could be the shorter and more narrow chamber of the new pipe.
Moving into child's pose, a flower, in the center of my visual field, somewhat faint, but clearly present, unfurled and blossoming before more. I enter the center and find myself in a room. Fluxing moving, alive, ya know the usual, with an entity dipping into something that kind of looked like a plant hanger... weirdos.
I spent most of my time directing my attention to where I wanted it to be, ie, not on the stuff that I am ruminating on. I reflected on this past year and how I'd like to make next year different and more in line with my preferences. I also soaked up the solidity that I showed being in the space, and how this has been a trend lately. There was definitely some fear, but there was no doubt. And in some ways it wasn't easy, but it was enjoyable even in the parts that weren't easy. If I don't say it, then I will likely look back on the experience, like I do with many others, and remember the negative readily. There was less worry, less compunction, and some definite nausea.
I had drank a protein shake not long before and didn't want to give up the nourishment. I feel like the experience simply moved the purge to my eyes, as I began crying while laying on my side on the yoga mat.
I was so aligned and attuned. Having my agency of choice, necessarily, while going with the flow...
One love
