I have most definitely been feeling some unprecedented visions and intuitions..
I have been a spiritual person my entire life (I'm 36). Always in touch with the unseen, so to speak.
It started just after I started using Heroin and Meth again after a long time clean back in 2014.
A long, dull, boring, worthless time clean (or so I felt, once I decided to use again).
Long story short, I had a job, car, girlfriend, blah blah blah and yet felt very resentful towards society
and its lack of real depth and purpose.. I'm a musician and music is life to me, and I had lost my chance
to play in my last band because of my drug issues.
So I denied myself many things - on purpose. I denied myself access to a place to live by getting myself evicted from my place,
denied family and friend support to help me get back on my feet again, and chose to
become homeless on the streets of Costa Mesa, CA. I stayed in that life for a year and a half
before I got clean yet again (still am). I have never experienced legit, lasting psychosis of any kind
from any drug I have ever done. The closest I came to losing touch in a disturbing way was when I slammed Molly and
thought my normally unattractive (to me) female friend was gorgeous and super sexy. That's it.
I don't lose touch - keep that in mind.
During that time on the street 2014-2015, I was having intrusive visions on a daily basis.
I mean INTRUSIVE.
For a good example, I was walking down a street after having shot up.
I was happy, and content because I had my drugs for the day and had nothing else on my mind.
Suddenly, I had a vision enter my mind's eye in sharp focus, of me,
tied up, gagged, blindfolded, bound by ropes in such a way so that I was suspended in the middle of a bright red room.
TRAPPED, I thought...or heard..? In the vision, I saw myself struggle to move, but the restraints were so tight and unbreakable that in attempting to shake them off, all I did was make them tighter.
TRAPPED FOREVER, it seemed.
It stopped me in my tracks.
My friend beside me asked me what I was doing.
I probably looked like I was hearing something crazy.
For a year and a half, every day there was some new, crazy, super bright, intrusive thought/visual
that appeared in my mind. By the time I got clean again, I was swimming in this shit.
It's one of the main reasons I quit again.
Anyways, sorry about how long that was. I like telling stories with extreme detail (the way I remember them).
Sound familiar to anyone?