Now I know that drunk post thread is around here somewhere ;)

[dontbesosure2]

I've neeb looking for it for 10 minure s now and cant find it haha. I have my apartment cleaned, bills paid and any and all family obligations taken care off and am planning a voyage for tomorrow morning. It has been one week since my sisters suicide, and finally I feel like I am in a state where I can learn something form the experience. acceptance is a tough thing to recognize. for almost a week now the other world has been calling my name. and I have resisted because of my fragile state of mind. But now I am as prepared as I can be, and I feel my inner heart calling for me. telling me that it has a message for me, that all I need to do is open the inhibitions of my mind and receive what she has to tell me. So I sit here now, nicely buzzed for the first time ever by myself, with nothing to hold me back. at peace with whatever I may see or learn in the morning, be it a bad trip or good one, My heart and soul have told me to do it.... I started this journey out of curiosity. curiosity about the world around me and inside of me. Now I feel like it called me at this difficult time for a reason. because without the lessons I have already learned from my very limited experience with this molecule, I wouldnt have the peace I feel right now. Wish me luck in my morning voyayge, and please forgive my drunken rambling.

 

[Guyomech]

It's in the Tavern, of course: Only post if you are completely not your normal you - Open Discussion - Welcome to the DMT-Nexus

Since you aren't able to post there yet, I'll copy your post into there. But I'll leave this thread here since you are dealing with some heavy sh*t and could perhaps use the feedback.

I wish you luck; remember to be wary of entering the experience with specific expectations.

Once a close friend of ours was killed by a truck (it was his own carelessness, which somehow made it worse). A week later we took 4 grams of shrooms each, a small group including his very-much-in-shock girlfriend. It was heavy without feeling bad; although our active remembrance of him kept a strong sense of his presence in the room, thee was no message. But you may be surprised. There was definitely a sense of release.

 

[boogerz]

my condolences
good luck

boogerz