So my day started out like the usual. Coffee. Kids to school. Go to work. Take advantage of a poor sapp at work. Go home. Rinse and repeat. Well let's just say that all changed with the help of a "storm trooper". Get off work. Kids sleeping at their cousins. Let my wife know to be ready for some truth. Roll a joint and off we go.
Now that I am on cloud sevenish I'm semi coherent enough to explain what I still remember. Hell, the view from cloud 8 was incredible. Standing there watching cloud 9 float away onto another soul to reveal some truth. Unbelievable. From what i can gather right how is that when cloud 9 started to consume me I was playing my playlist which has anything from Dio, Ted Nugent, Ugk, Alanís Morisette and some Spanish shit and every goddamn thing you can think of. So I'm sitting in my driveway in my car still composing my self on cloud 8 and boom
As cloud 9 starts to engulf me and show me my own self this song is blaring and it seemed like the hook to this song was like an hour long. At this point I'm holding on for dear life because I'm traveling at light speed; showing me everything I needed to see, showing me everything I needed to let go of and showing me what I need to recognize. It all made sense. Even as my wife is sitting next to me (sober) and I'm just squeezing her hand and telling her what I'm encountering and feeling shit I haven't felt in a long time. Just crying and telling her shit that needed to be said. How much I care about her and the kids. Everything that I've been holding in for so long. As it consumed me more and more everything was laid out in front of me. Providing answers. Shedding me of the walls I built around myself. Tearing them down. One after another after another. Until I was left in the dark feeling around for the exit and once I found it BOOM it peaks. I open the door and free fall from cloud 9 and it all made sense as I was falling. I knew I couldn't go back. I have to let go. In one door out the other. Lock it and throw away the key. Leave the past where it is.
It spoke the truth without speaking. It answered without being questioned. And it left no room for lies. Just what is and what isn't anymore. I can't go back thru that door again. I'm telling you, as quickly as cloud 9 came; it left. And all it left behind was me. Bare. Naked. Shivering on cloud 8 wondering what the fuck just happened as I watch it float by like a rain cloud. On to speak more truth. It made no sense. But it made perfect sense.
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I'm telling you. It was unbelievable. I saw every step of me. I saw my soul at 23 years old. 17 years old. 6 years old. Hell every day of every year all laid out side by side. The whole experience of it thus time because I'm sitting in my car in the driveway as the sun is coming down and a storm heading in. It turned more intense as my trip was intensifying. I'm parked in my driveway traveling at light speed through my conscious and letting it out. Just let everything out. The most intense experience I've ever encountered. I'm just jotting this shit down before I forget. You're just collateral damage as being witness to this freak show. To you I'm rambling. To me it made sense. It didn't allow me to lie to myself. The shits real yo. It is real.
It's post like this that make me think that the "bots" that flood off topic aren't bots at all. Just someone sharing their spiritual mirror.
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I think I slept an hour. Slight headache. Totally manageable.
I took a storm trooper acid tab. Shit was fucking intense. Hadn't done it since high school. Only difference was in high school life hadn't really hit me yet. This time around I got to visit my conscious after thinking its been gone for so long. Reminded me I'm not a huuuge piece of shit. But still a piece of shit. But instead of just pointing at me and nagging it provided answers. Totally cannot use words to describe my experience last night.
PainDog wrote:Well...I am glad you had a nice experience
Dude I can't even describe that experience. Wasn't good. Wasn't bad. Seems like it was something I needed to see at this exact point in my life to move on from the past demons. I cried uncontrollably clutching my wife's hand as I was just going 1,000,000,000 miles an hour. Seeing my own conscious. Un. Be. Lievable.
DeceptaCon wrote:What did it say about the number 13? We must know!
13 was insignificant. It kept trying to pull my demons back in but cloud 9 wouldn't allow it. It only wanted to reveal harsh truth to me. It wouldn't allow me to lie to myself or accept my own excuses. Life changing experience.