fostersmith12
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I'm going to report an experience I had with cannabis recently (earlier today, as a matter of fact). I believe it was the most profound drug-induced experience of my life. I experienced a greatly-enhanced imagination, a "lightening up" of personality (more relaxed, constantly laughing), and deep philosophical thoughts that hit so hard it was spiritual.
I smoked about seven to ten big hits off a blunt, shared with two others. I also resin-hit my pipe, but didn't get very much smoke and doubt this really contributed to the experience. We finished smoking probably around 4:30, though I have no idea what the exact time was. While smoking, we stood on a bridge over a river in the middle of the woods. The effects of the weed hit very quickly; I'd say within 5 or 10 minutes.
I immediately felt silly and goofy. I was making very complex, stream-of-consciousness type jokes. They made me sound quite foolish at the time, but looking back, I think they were pretty clever. I remember before leaving the bridge, we all looked down at the water. It was much higher--it's been raining quite a lot the past few days--and flowing very quickly. My friend first brought it to my attention by telling me to look down and pretend the bridge was a boat. So I did, and something amazing happened: I could vividly imagine being on the boat. It felt and looked very real. I even imagined the horn of the boat and everything. This was the beginning of my spiritual experience.
We left the park, and went back to my friend's car. My friend drove around for a while, though I am having trouble remembering where we went right away and how long we were driving for. After our drive, my friend dropped me off a street over from my house at a church, and my other friend (M from here on out) and I got out. This was within 10 minutes of 5:00pm.
M and I walked around until roughly 6:10, just exploring and talking. The point where my other friend dropped us off was when things really got incredible. I was heavily stoned, hardly making sense while speaking (I wasn't delirious; I was just making such complex comments with such personal associations that they didn't seem to make much sense to the others).
M and I walked to a park made on a set of hills made by Native Americans long ago. The park blew my mind; the grass seemed to ooze with fluorescent color, and the views of the hills (these are basically tall hills, maybe 10-20 feet high on semi-steep slopes) were beautiful. M and I talked about whatever was on our mind while we walked through the park, mostly philosophical musings and self-psychoanalysis (a term coined by myself). We kept discussing how everyone has a different, predetermined "high personality" which was natural and couldn't be changed. We talked about the existence of a creator (we are both atheist/agnostic). We talked a lot about how we believe there is no such thing as "right" or "wrong," just different. All the while, our shoes and pants were being soaked by the wet grass.
I want to stress how the visual perception of the scenery was enhanced; I must have blurted out at least three or four times how beautiful or amazing something looked. I also felt spiritually connected to my friend; I called him my spiritual companion. This meant that he was helping me to find enlightenment.
Sometime around the peak of the experience, I began to think very deeply. I formulated my theory about life and its purpose: I said that there are two types of people--learners and teachers--and that M was my teacher (I must have called him a genius twenty times during our talk). I figured life was all about ignorance and knowledge and that it isn't right or wrong to learn. It's only wrong to judge. I decided that the learners are not subordinate to the teachers; it was a friendly type of teaching.
I finally arrived home at 6:10. I ate a huge meal--munchies, of course--and was also busted by my mother. She didn't get mad, though, so there wasn't too much of a buzz kill. After eating, I played some basketball with my brother and we took a short walk afterwards. I kept thinking pretty deep thoughts, but not as deep as what I thought about on the hills.
When I came home from my walk, I went upstairs. I got new clothes on, took a shit, took a shower, and went to bed. I don't remember many other details from this time period.
It's now 11:00pm, and I'm pretty much back to normal. Today was an amazing day. I feel I gained spiritual knowledge and insight, and had a great time as well. I got to know M better, and realized how much we have in common. All in all, this experience blew my mind and I won't forget it.
I smoked about seven to ten big hits off a blunt, shared with two others. I also resin-hit my pipe, but didn't get very much smoke and doubt this really contributed to the experience. We finished smoking probably around 4:30, though I have no idea what the exact time was. While smoking, we stood on a bridge over a river in the middle of the woods. The effects of the weed hit very quickly; I'd say within 5 or 10 minutes.
I immediately felt silly and goofy. I was making very complex, stream-of-consciousness type jokes. They made me sound quite foolish at the time, but looking back, I think they were pretty clever. I remember before leaving the bridge, we all looked down at the water. It was much higher--it's been raining quite a lot the past few days--and flowing very quickly. My friend first brought it to my attention by telling me to look down and pretend the bridge was a boat. So I did, and something amazing happened: I could vividly imagine being on the boat. It felt and looked very real. I even imagined the horn of the boat and everything. This was the beginning of my spiritual experience.
We left the park, and went back to my friend's car. My friend drove around for a while, though I am having trouble remembering where we went right away and how long we were driving for. After our drive, my friend dropped me off a street over from my house at a church, and my other friend (M from here on out) and I got out. This was within 10 minutes of 5:00pm.
M and I walked around until roughly 6:10, just exploring and talking. The point where my other friend dropped us off was when things really got incredible. I was heavily stoned, hardly making sense while speaking (I wasn't delirious; I was just making such complex comments with such personal associations that they didn't seem to make much sense to the others).
M and I walked to a park made on a set of hills made by Native Americans long ago. The park blew my mind; the grass seemed to ooze with fluorescent color, and the views of the hills (these are basically tall hills, maybe 10-20 feet high on semi-steep slopes) were beautiful. M and I talked about whatever was on our mind while we walked through the park, mostly philosophical musings and self-psychoanalysis (a term coined by myself). We kept discussing how everyone has a different, predetermined "high personality" which was natural and couldn't be changed. We talked about the existence of a creator (we are both atheist/agnostic). We talked a lot about how we believe there is no such thing as "right" or "wrong," just different. All the while, our shoes and pants were being soaked by the wet grass.
I want to stress how the visual perception of the scenery was enhanced; I must have blurted out at least three or four times how beautiful or amazing something looked. I also felt spiritually connected to my friend; I called him my spiritual companion. This meant that he was helping me to find enlightenment.
Sometime around the peak of the experience, I began to think very deeply. I formulated my theory about life and its purpose: I said that there are two types of people--learners and teachers--and that M was my teacher (I must have called him a genius twenty times during our talk). I figured life was all about ignorance and knowledge and that it isn't right or wrong to learn. It's only wrong to judge. I decided that the learners are not subordinate to the teachers; it was a friendly type of teaching.
I finally arrived home at 6:10. I ate a huge meal--munchies, of course--and was also busted by my mother. She didn't get mad, though, so there wasn't too much of a buzz kill. After eating, I played some basketball with my brother and we took a short walk afterwards. I kept thinking pretty deep thoughts, but not as deep as what I thought about on the hills.
When I came home from my walk, I went upstairs. I got new clothes on, took a shit, took a shower, and went to bed. I don't remember many other details from this time period.
It's now 11:00pm, and I'm pretty much back to normal. Today was an amazing day. I feel I gained spiritual knowledge and insight, and had a great time as well. I got to know M better, and realized how much we have in common. All in all, this experience blew my mind and I won't forget it.
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sorry if i sound preachy. just my advice 