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Welcome to the Nexus man.

I've had a Jesus trip as well. I can empathize with you on how hardcore it can feel.

I was smoking some changa with my nephew and I was having a rough trip while he was having the time of his life. In my trips it was like I kept getting stuck somewhere in-between worlds. There was no color, just lots of grey scale fractal designs. As I was trying to break through, I had a strong sensation of my head being pushed into the grey scale fractals but I was denied entry for not living right. Kinda like it was my punishment.

As I came down I was already pretty upset... I went to roll another changa joint and the fact that I didn't have any quality papers to roll it up upset me that much more. I started crying because I felt like I was so unworthy and that this moment was so important and I was fucking it up.

About this time my nephew comes back from wherever he was and starts telling me "You're such a good person man, don't be upset. Just think of all of the good things you do for people." By this time I've got the changa joint rolled and I smoked as much as I could, as fast as I could.

I remember instantly feeling the need to purge and I bolted for the door. I didn't quite make it, as it was a particularly violent purge, and got a bit on me and the fuzzy purple blanket I was using. I remember my nephew laughing at me because according to him "I smelled like fish" now. I don't remember exactly what brought on the whole Jesus thing but somehow I got it stuck in my mind that I WAS Jesus. I remember getting in the shower to wash the puke off of myself and thinking of all of the ways it made perfect sense on why I'm Jesus. Of course none of these things made any sense once I came down. But while I was under it's influence, I was convinced.

While in the shower after piecing together all the reasons on why it could be possible... then came the realization on what was required of me. I was going through wave after wave of emotion knowing that I'd have to start the revolution and bring about the new change in the world... Also with the realization that I might also have to be tortured and crucified.

Needless to say... I haven't smoked much changa since then. I'm still trying to integrate the experience... It was definitely the most hardcore psychedelic experience of my life so far. I've been feeling the call lately so hopefully I'll be able to maintain a bit more composure when I dive in again.

<blockquote data-quote="MelCat" data-source="post: 3476169" data-attributes="member: 4982">Welcome to the Nexus man.I&#039;ve had a Jesus trip as well. I can empathize with you on how hardcore it can feel.I was smoking some changa with my nephew and I was having a rough trip while he was having the time of his life. In my trips it was like I kept getting stuck somewhere in-between worlds. There was no color, just lots of grey scale fractal designs. As I was trying to break through, I had a strong sensation of my head being pushed into the grey scale fractals but I was denied entry for not living right. Kinda like it was my punishment.As I came down I was already pretty upset... I went to roll another changa joint and the fact that I didn&#039;t have any quality papers to roll it up upset me that much more. I started crying because I felt like I was so unworthy and that this moment was so important and I was fucking it up.About this time my nephew comes back from wherever he was and starts telling me &quot;You&#039;re such a good person man, don&#039;t be upset. Just think of all of the good things you do for people.&quot; By this time I&#039;ve got the changa joint rolled and I smoked as much as I could, as fast as I could.I remember instantly feeling the need to purge and I bolted for the door. I didn&#039;t quite make it, as it was a particularly violent purge, and got a bit on me and the fuzzy purple blanket I was using. I remember my nephew laughing at me because according to him &quot;I smelled like fish&quot; now. I don&#039;t remember exactly what brought on the whole Jesus thing but somehow I got it stuck in my mind that I WAS Jesus. I remember getting in the shower to wash the puke off of myself and thinking of all of the ways it made perfect sense on why I&#039;m Jesus. Of course none of these things made any sense once I came down. But while I was under it&#039;s influence, I was convinced.While in the shower after piecing together all the reasons on why it could be possible... then came the realization on what was required of me. I was going through wave after wave of emotion knowing that I&#039;d have to start the revolution and bring about the new change in the world... Also with the realization that I might also have to be tortured and crucified.Needless to say... I haven&#039;t smoked much changa since then. I&#039;m still trying to integrate the experience... It was definitely the most hardcore psychedelic experience of my life so far. I&#039;ve been feeling the call lately so hopefully I&#039;ll be able to maintain a bit more composure when I dive in again.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="MelCat, post: 3476169, member: 4982"] Welcome to the Nexus man. I've had a Jesus trip as well. I can empathize with you on how hardcore it can feel. I was smoking some changa with my nephew and I was having a rough trip while he was having the time of his life. In my trips it was like I kept getting stuck somewhere in-between worlds. There was no color, just lots of grey scale fractal designs. As I was trying to break through, I had a strong sensation of my head being pushed into the grey scale fractals but I was denied entry for not living right. Kinda like it was my punishment. As I came down I was already pretty upset... I went to roll another changa joint and the fact that I didn't have any quality papers to roll it up upset me that much more. I started crying because I felt like I was so unworthy and that this moment was so important and I was fucking it up. About this time my nephew comes back from wherever he was and starts telling me "You're such a good person man, don't be upset. Just think of all of the good things you do for people." By this time I've got the changa joint rolled and I smoked as much as I could, as fast as I could. I remember instantly feeling the need to purge and I bolted for the door. I didn't quite make it, as it was a particularly violent purge, and got a bit on me and the fuzzy purple blanket I was using. I remember my nephew laughing at me because according to him "I smelled like fish" now. I don't remember exactly what brought on the whole Jesus thing but somehow I got it stuck in my mind that I WAS Jesus. I remember getting in the shower to wash the puke off of myself and thinking of all of the ways it made perfect sense on why I'm Jesus. Of course none of these things made any sense once I came down. But while I was under it's influence, I was convinced. While in the shower after piecing together all the reasons on why it could be possible... then came the realization on what was required of me. I was going through wave after wave of emotion knowing that I'd have to start the revolution and bring about the new change in the world... Also with the realization that I might also have to be tortured and crucified. Needless to say... I haven't smoked much changa since then. I'm still trying to integrate the experience... It was definitely the most hardcore psychedelic experience of my life so far. I've been feeling the call lately so hopefully I'll be able to maintain a bit more composure when I dive in again. [/QUOTE]