TimePantry
It's a field.
First of all, let me say that I am a well-experienced psychonaut and I have had an enormous variety of things happen when smoking spice. I observed them all with a broad-minded equanimity.
I have encountered beings I could physically feel but could not see. I have run across extradimensional peep shows which attempt to draw my attention by way of clamorously prodding a nerve in my brain I never knew I had. ("Yaaargh! Stop it! STOP IT!" ) (the peep shows are pretty cool, though.) I have had my body reduced to nothing, and rebuilt one millimeter-thick layer at a time. I have met entities whose natural environments or language were something right on the edge of humanly bearable sensation. I have triggered things which I can only describe as freelance infectuous memes.
Although some of it was pretty extreme, none of it was anything I wouldn't regard as an acceptable part of the hit-or-miss of interdimensional travel.
A week or so ago, something happened while smoking that I hesitate to describe in detail because I suspect it is of the infectuous meme variety, and I don't want to spread it. I'll put it like this: it was sudden, felt more-real-than-real, and was truly horrifying. It felt like everything else I knew was the hallucination, and IT was the reality, and it was going to be unspeakably hellish. Totally, totally, no joke.
Now, I am not given to superficial fears or paranoia. When I was sixteen, I was kidnapped and raped (by someone I knew) and I got away against considerable odds. With hindsight I have actually found this empowering, and I practically never think of it. I've been through some other hair-raising stuff; but for decades now my life has been good, mellow, optimistic and filled with joy. My point here is that I am no lightweight. The worst nightmares I have (and I hardly ever have them) are about relatively goofy things like romantic betrayal or something. I don't even watch horror movies. So I am inclined to think that this came not from inside me, but was rather a bad, bad pocket dimension of evil.
The problem is, now whenever I smoke, I get one hit in and am suddenly terrified that I might end up back there. I have repeatedly done visualizations where I picture myself back in that situation and then take decisive control. (unfortunately, this requires suspension of logic and disbelief.) This tactic works temporarily, but once I take a hit I'm terrified again. I don't know what to do. I don't have a trip buddy that I can ask to stay with me.
This is my favorite recreational activity, I feel like it's being taken from me. Help?
I have encountered beings I could physically feel but could not see. I have run across extradimensional peep shows which attempt to draw my attention by way of clamorously prodding a nerve in my brain I never knew I had. ("Yaaargh! Stop it! STOP IT!" ) (the peep shows are pretty cool, though.) I have had my body reduced to nothing, and rebuilt one millimeter-thick layer at a time. I have met entities whose natural environments or language were something right on the edge of humanly bearable sensation. I have triggered things which I can only describe as freelance infectuous memes.
Although some of it was pretty extreme, none of it was anything I wouldn't regard as an acceptable part of the hit-or-miss of interdimensional travel.
A week or so ago, something happened while smoking that I hesitate to describe in detail because I suspect it is of the infectuous meme variety, and I don't want to spread it. I'll put it like this: it was sudden, felt more-real-than-real, and was truly horrifying. It felt like everything else I knew was the hallucination, and IT was the reality, and it was going to be unspeakably hellish. Totally, totally, no joke.
Now, I am not given to superficial fears or paranoia. When I was sixteen, I was kidnapped and raped (by someone I knew) and I got away against considerable odds. With hindsight I have actually found this empowering, and I practically never think of it. I've been through some other hair-raising stuff; but for decades now my life has been good, mellow, optimistic and filled with joy. My point here is that I am no lightweight. The worst nightmares I have (and I hardly ever have them) are about relatively goofy things like romantic betrayal or something. I don't even watch horror movies. So I am inclined to think that this came not from inside me, but was rather a bad, bad pocket dimension of evil.
The problem is, now whenever I smoke, I get one hit in and am suddenly terrified that I might end up back there. I have repeatedly done visualizations where I picture myself back in that situation and then take decisive control. (unfortunately, this requires suspension of logic and disbelief.) This tactic works temporarily, but once I take a hit I'm terrified again. I don't know what to do. I don't have a trip buddy that I can ask to stay with me.
This is my favorite recreational activity, I feel like it's being taken from me. Help?


