Capt_Bones
Rising Star
So I went out into my back yard and found a nice spot on a hill, looking into the darkness of trees and grass surrounding me, I kept coming upon the headspace of a bad experience, because the vine showed me up a few weeks back and i am very cautious now, On the way out I asked its spirit to show me what i needed to see for my life/This time. I hoped it wasnt negative. I thought it could need to be but hoped it was not.
I was using a regular pipe/bowl, and it still had a nice piece of Parmotrema menyamyaense in it from a few days before, which appeared to me the perfect screen. I took one hit off it as it was to burn down the bloom a little and warm the piece up. It was harsh and i knew it was time. I quieted myself after putting it on, and started hitting it. After exhale of the first small one i felt it come on in a mildly heavy vibration to all around me. I took one or two more and it was one of those things where you know your good, so released the choke and set it down. Regular enhanced vision as i held it in and then my eyes closed or the grass grew up and around me and I was surrounded by it. I was the grass... Nay, I am the grass. It was blackness and my eyes may have closed right after that. I spark of a thought of a women (who i now cannot even recall) who is a customer at my place of employment set "this" off.
*From nowhere*
"What are you doing?" a quick sharp but kind voice of a woman (different) who snapped out of the darkness in the middle upper left of my vision like she ran for 30º around me.
*my thought*
The grass is wet
*Flash*
"What are you doing, your parents are here" With the extended phrase an extended run, her dissapearing near the edge of my vision this time.
*Blackness, my thoughts*
"What are you doing, your parents are home, the police are here" Running around most of my head.
The grass is wet?
Oh
yes...
I still exist on earth. Not in the spaceless black void ._o
A tear from the right eye, short, small, not like mind usually are.
"That was crazy!" are the words that spit out of my mouth
Afterglo, looking around at the grass around and processing through the events, i realize i was focusing on the women now. She was my mind distracting me.
I thought there was something besides the universe of grass and her, and that i would remember it when i started typing. but now i see i didnt see it.
She was the manifestation of my self convincing of a good experience.
But then i was feeling the grass.
ITS ALWAYS LOOKED AND FELT LIKE THIS?!?!?! (again
)
Then in a taller patch next to me a woman of the grass lays "Are you okay?" Or "How are you doing?"
My response was positive but she was already gone, knowing my answer. I close my eyes to almost pure white light.
Think for a minute then head in, on my way up some stairs about to pass a mirror where I will look at myself, but it wont matter what I see
*thought*
All that matters is that I love myself.
I look into the mirror. I love what I see. Even if mirror is a separate entity that cannot always be taken literally.
Dont look too long though
I start to look in a white corner of the ceiling up past the mirror. I let myself go a couple minutes, flattening reality and increased patterning/ detail.
Very different, very interesting.
I was using a regular pipe/bowl, and it still had a nice piece of Parmotrema menyamyaense in it from a few days before, which appeared to me the perfect screen. I took one hit off it as it was to burn down the bloom a little and warm the piece up. It was harsh and i knew it was time. I quieted myself after putting it on, and started hitting it. After exhale of the first small one i felt it come on in a mildly heavy vibration to all around me. I took one or two more and it was one of those things where you know your good, so released the choke and set it down. Regular enhanced vision as i held it in and then my eyes closed or the grass grew up and around me and I was surrounded by it. I was the grass... Nay, I am the grass. It was blackness and my eyes may have closed right after that. I spark of a thought of a women (who i now cannot even recall) who is a customer at my place of employment set "this" off.
*From nowhere*
"What are you doing?" a quick sharp but kind voice of a woman (different) who snapped out of the darkness in the middle upper left of my vision like she ran for 30º around me.
*my thought*
The grass is wet
*Flash*
"What are you doing, your parents are here" With the extended phrase an extended run, her dissapearing near the edge of my vision this time.
*Blackness, my thoughts*
"What are you doing, your parents are home, the police are here" Running around most of my head.
The grass is wet?
Oh
yes...
I still exist on earth. Not in the spaceless black void ._o
A tear from the right eye, short, small, not like mind usually are.
"That was crazy!" are the words that spit out of my mouth
Afterglo, looking around at the grass around and processing through the events, i realize i was focusing on the women now. She was my mind distracting me.
I thought there was something besides the universe of grass and her, and that i would remember it when i started typing. but now i see i didnt see it.
She was the manifestation of my self convincing of a good experience.
But then i was feeling the grass.
ITS ALWAYS LOOKED AND FELT LIKE THIS?!?!?! (again
)Then in a taller patch next to me a woman of the grass lays "Are you okay?" Or "How are you doing?"
My response was positive but she was already gone, knowing my answer. I close my eyes to almost pure white light.
Think for a minute then head in, on my way up some stairs about to pass a mirror where I will look at myself, but it wont matter what I see
*thought*
All that matters is that I love myself.
I look into the mirror. I love what I see. Even if mirror is a separate entity that cannot always be taken literally.
Dont look too long though
I start to look in a white corner of the ceiling up past the mirror. I let myself go a couple minutes, flattening reality and increased patterning/ detail.
Very different, very interesting.
