I am not a superstitious fellow. Or wasn't, rather, until I started smoking spice. After an accidental and monumental surdosage (that you can read about here) I looked back over my day and remembered the emptied skull of some carnivorous beast I had found earlier in the middle of the road (pics below), and attributed my trip in part to a fear that had awoken in me (described in greater detail in the report link above).
Now, before I "vape up", I look back on my day to see if there were any events that may negatively impact my experience. I think this is healthy - some things, like that skull, have a subconscious effect on our psyche, and it is imo helpful to identify them before diving into an ocean as deep as spice.
However, i am starting to invent (I think) superstitious events as a means of opting out of a planned spice/changa session. Or am I...?
Let me cite today as a perfect example - i woke up, showered, reflected on the good things that have happened recently and went outside to unlock my bike to go to work with the thought churning in my mind that tonight would be a perfect night to smoke some changa, given my positive outlook and the beautiful weather and a generally sunny disposition.
Then I saw it: a little Ziplock baggie pierced and hanging from the wrought iron fence to which my bicycle was locked. (pic below) Inside was a curled, blond lock of hair! An omen? naahhhhh. I took the baggie off the spiked iron rod and threw it on the sidewalk.
But the thought did occur to me that maybe I was overestimating my mood and that this was some sort of a sign.
So I went to work and more or less forgot about it. A half-day enjoyable pre-light later (I am a cinematographer), I hopped on my bike to go back home with renewed zeal and was thinking about how to set up my apartment for my planned changa session when
BANG!!!
I was hit by a car.
i flipped over the handle bars and bent my pinky back in a breakfall to shield my head. The handlebars split my thighs for the worst Charlie horse I have ever had. Luckily, i was alright - just a little shaken and thighbruised and pinkybent. I was in shock and pissed and didn't want to deal with it so I told the driver i was ok and that he should watch what he was doing and check his mirrors. And hopped on my bike and hobbled away (as much as it possible to hobble a bicycle!)
The ride home was slow, arduous, painful and altogether unpleasnt (where's a teleportation device when you need one).
Lo and behold, the first thing I see when i pull into my yard is the little baggy, popped through the hole back up on the same part of the fence as it was this morning. Someone had put i back...
Needless to say I AM NOT SMOKING CHANGA TONIGHT!!
What a day. But the biggest suprise to me is that I see a little innocuous baggy (yes, strangely filled with a lock of hair) as some sort of sign from who know where or who knows who concerning my intentions of voyaging that evening.
Anyone else develop superstitions after they were introduced to spice. Is this a sign of a wilting mind?:shock: a newfound and inexplicable belief in the occult? my mind grasping for reasons, even unresonable ones, not to face the terror I have awakened in me?
I don't know. Curiouser and curiouser...
JBArk
Now, before I "vape up", I look back on my day to see if there were any events that may negatively impact my experience. I think this is healthy - some things, like that skull, have a subconscious effect on our psyche, and it is imo helpful to identify them before diving into an ocean as deep as spice.
However, i am starting to invent (I think) superstitious events as a means of opting out of a planned spice/changa session. Or am I...?
Let me cite today as a perfect example - i woke up, showered, reflected on the good things that have happened recently and went outside to unlock my bike to go to work with the thought churning in my mind that tonight would be a perfect night to smoke some changa, given my positive outlook and the beautiful weather and a generally sunny disposition.
Then I saw it: a little Ziplock baggie pierced and hanging from the wrought iron fence to which my bicycle was locked. (pic below) Inside was a curled, blond lock of hair! An omen? naahhhhh. I took the baggie off the spiked iron rod and threw it on the sidewalk.
But the thought did occur to me that maybe I was overestimating my mood and that this was some sort of a sign.
So I went to work and more or less forgot about it. A half-day enjoyable pre-light later (I am a cinematographer), I hopped on my bike to go back home with renewed zeal and was thinking about how to set up my apartment for my planned changa session when
BANG!!!
I was hit by a car.
i flipped over the handle bars and bent my pinky back in a breakfall to shield my head. The handlebars split my thighs for the worst Charlie horse I have ever had. Luckily, i was alright - just a little shaken and thighbruised and pinkybent. I was in shock and pissed and didn't want to deal with it so I told the driver i was ok and that he should watch what he was doing and check his mirrors. And hopped on my bike and hobbled away (as much as it possible to hobble a bicycle!)
The ride home was slow, arduous, painful and altogether unpleasnt (where's a teleportation device when you need one).
Lo and behold, the first thing I see when i pull into my yard is the little baggy, popped through the hole back up on the same part of the fence as it was this morning. Someone had put i back...
Needless to say I AM NOT SMOKING CHANGA TONIGHT!!
What a day. But the biggest suprise to me is that I see a little innocuous baggy (yes, strangely filled with a lock of hair) as some sort of sign from who know where or who knows who concerning my intentions of voyaging that evening.
Anyone else develop superstitions after they were introduced to spice. Is this a sign of a wilting mind?:shock: a newfound and inexplicable belief in the occult? my mind grasping for reasons, even unresonable ones, not to face the terror I have awakened in me?
I don't know. Curiouser and curiouser...
JBArk