I just think your angels have a sense of humor. Anyone I am divinely protecting does some dumb ass shit, and I help them not die, you bet I would let them keep a bloody face. Or like a shit stain on their ass.Most pathetic: decided that I was protected by angels, and decided to demonstrate by throwing myself backwards down the stairs of a club. Miraculously there were no injuries except for a bit of bruising and grazing.
Most embarrassing: got one of those cuts on the knuckle that bleed heavily. Decided to paint my face with blood. Went to the shops, came back and then saw my reflection. I'd completely forgotten about the blood.
That's funny. Cuz most of the time I'm doing coke ill grind, then pour a good pile right in front of me. Then go hide the rest. Never in the same place. I literally lost a couple 8balls a few months ago and didn't find them for about a week while I was cleaning the house. I put them behind a painting, trapped between the frame and the wall. Though, I have never just gone-a-looking for stashes.Compared to some of you, this is rather tame. It involves no nudity, no violence, no psychiatric hospital. But...
After a day at work on my preferred drug cocktail at the time (amphetamine, methadone, clonazepam ), I had a two mile bike ride home. It took me six hours.
Why? Because as I was cycling down the dark lanes past the fields and hedgerows, I became convinced that this was a perfect place for drug dealers to hide their stash.
So, I methodically worked my way along the road grubbing around in the ditches and hedges looking for drugs.
Eventually, I found paydirt. A bin bag full of old newspapers covered in a powdery residue.
Obviously, this was cocaine soaked into newspaper waiting to be recovered by the local cartel!
So I took that bag home.
Got back, wasn't sure what to do with it, so had a massive wank instead.
In the cold, dry light of morning, I realised it was just a bunch of mouldy newspapers...
I just think your angels have a sense of humor. Anyone I am divinely protecting does some dumb ass shit, and I help them not die, you bet I would let them keep a bloody face. Or like a shit stain on their ass.
WTF over? Guess I need to start reading Hebrew style. Yall taking about Canadians and dead relatives, I tell a story about Acid.
Know somone that is denied entrace to USA for she got a criminal record.I believe my misbehaviour record from distant days is the problem and having to have certain legally prescribed medications is also a nay and to be honest I have not got the financial bucks to even get transport to nearest major airports.
Shambles nailed it. It gets erratic at times.WTF over? Guess I need to start reading Hebrew style. Yall taking about Canadians and dead relatives, I tell a story about Acid.
I once read a popular novel about two people operating under the same major delusions (call folie a deux "madness of two"). Not hallucinations, but still. It was really good but extremely sad because they ended doing some sick things. The idea of two people sharing the same delusions especially is very interesting. I suppose it might be comforting not having to go through it alone.Talking of simultaneous hallucinations, when me and the Mrs were vaping 3fpm and smoking synthnoids, we could both see pornographic movies played out on the bedroom wall...
Sorry about that. USA can be pretty great for some things but sucks on a whole bunch, especially immigration/visas for visits. The drug policy for everyone sucks major ass, too.But the Police record my gouvernement shared with US.
Breaching privacy and based on idiotsy.
Still can t get a VISA. So no way i m risking.
Same here in USA. Had the police called for sectioning and lucky they didn't tell me to go fuck myself and not get medical. have gotten arrested multiple times an corrections have always been decent.I honestly mostly always had decent interactions with police. Occasional dick but mostly pretty understanding of damaged people in shitty situations.
Weird mechanism for sure had shared hallucination s with my GF on MDA and 2c-B.I once read a popular novel about two people operating under the same major delusions (call folie a deux "madness of two"). Not hallucinations, but still. It was really good but extremely sad because they ended doing some sick things. The idea of two people sharing the same delusions especially is very interesting. I suppose it might be comforting not having to go through it alone.
Some shit that happened during also with MDMA [very occasional or once making me think was it a mix or the dosage ?] Got vine s a lot abusing MDMA and crossover effect s to MDA.MDA gave me synchronised hallucinations with a friend. It started with vines growing out of the ground, but if you went into the kitchen there were some sinister unintelligible things carved into the cupboards. You couldn't read it, but it was unsettling.
At one point I said "do you see it?" He did.
I don't think that lad took MDA / MDMA again.
MDA gave me synchronised hallucinations with a friend. It started with vines growing out of the ground, but if you went into the kitchen there were some sinister unintelligible things carved into the cupboards. You couldn't read it, but it was unsettling.
At one point I said "do you see it?" He did.
I don't think that lad took MDA / MDMA again.
Had what I think was a shared hallucination coming away from a rave at 7am with a four hour drive ahead of us.I’ve actually heard the shared hallucinations thing a few times in regards MDA. Never happened with me but definitely noteworthy imo.

