VillaGodzilla
Rising Star
I trusted my microgram scale and loaded up what it said was 60mg of spice into my GVG. It looked more like 100mg, but I thought to trust the instrument rather than the eye. I had had a misfire earlier in the day, and had possibly been overindulging for about 3 days after a break of several months. I blasted off on the third hit and put the pipe down. Nothing unusual-mischievous imps teasing me.... When I began to come down, I entered the phase that I truly love, when everything appears peaceful and shimmering, connected by a web like structure. I decided to have another hit on the pipe, my reasoning being that if there was any left, it would prolong the beautiful comedown.
It was then that I encountered a furious red demon with several arms who conveyed to me that his world was not some fucking playground for me to explore and that he couldn't fuck with my body but he could with my mind, and I would understand that it was the same thing. He tied me up in green tubes that came out from my body, I was not separate from them.
At this point I just thought- nightmare bad trip, it will pass, it isn't real, wake up. Then I woke up into into the normal-ish surroundings of my living room, but I was still tied up with the green tubes that I could see and feel. Everything in my brain-my whole being was certain it was actually happening. Of course I knew that was impossible, yet there the tubes were, and they would not go away. I thought that I had gone mad or suffered some kind of brain damage and that I would have to go to a lunatic asylum, and I was left on my hands and knees apologising out loud to the demon, and begging it for mercy. Luckily my wife had gone to bed! It was the single most terrifying experience of my life.
Gradually the tubes began to subside and eventually disappeared and everything returned to normal, much to my relief, and 3 days later I am absolutely fine, though still a little shaken and upset. I am not going back in anytime soon, but I have been asking my self - what the fuck happened?
The only way that I can explain that the tubes that bound me were not actually there (because they were) is to believe that nothing is actually here, and everything we perceive is no more that a product of our own minds, and the reason we all perceive something similar, whether on a journey or not, is because we are all essentially the same person. As Sherlock Holmes said to Doctor Watson-these are 'deep waters' but the Hindu Mystics and Quantum Physicists appear to be saying something similar. It is the only explanation that allows me to take comfort from what happened, not to worry, and to move on. Any comments would be most welcome.
It was then that I encountered a furious red demon with several arms who conveyed to me that his world was not some fucking playground for me to explore and that he couldn't fuck with my body but he could with my mind, and I would understand that it was the same thing. He tied me up in green tubes that came out from my body, I was not separate from them.
At this point I just thought- nightmare bad trip, it will pass, it isn't real, wake up. Then I woke up into into the normal-ish surroundings of my living room, but I was still tied up with the green tubes that I could see and feel. Everything in my brain-my whole being was certain it was actually happening. Of course I knew that was impossible, yet there the tubes were, and they would not go away. I thought that I had gone mad or suffered some kind of brain damage and that I would have to go to a lunatic asylum, and I was left on my hands and knees apologising out loud to the demon, and begging it for mercy. Luckily my wife had gone to bed! It was the single most terrifying experience of my life.
Gradually the tubes began to subside and eventually disappeared and everything returned to normal, much to my relief, and 3 days later I am absolutely fine, though still a little shaken and upset. I am not going back in anytime soon, but I have been asking my self - what the fuck happened?
The only way that I can explain that the tubes that bound me were not actually there (because they were) is to believe that nothing is actually here, and everything we perceive is no more that a product of our own minds, and the reason we all perceive something similar, whether on a journey or not, is because we are all essentially the same person. As Sherlock Holmes said to Doctor Watson-these are 'deep waters' but the Hindu Mystics and Quantum Physicists appear to be saying something similar. It is the only explanation that allows me to take comfort from what happened, not to worry, and to move on. Any comments would be most welcome.
