after much speculating and little to no research. any thing astral or scanning sphagnum planes of reality was enough of a galatical horticulture quest for me. of which a nice idea of consuming a psycsdelic compound to focus ones attention to , thus doing so expanding my awareness and thus commuting with a higher power greater than me...of which should invest more than normal ones thoughts in a different dimension/construct. And experiencing wave form reality with more clarity. They actually did just that ! Interestingly yet painfully....
After 1 hour... of shouting ( g.i style ) and loads of isopropyl and some spermatozoon success of my own doing shit got under way...
So I aim at a trip of a purging cleansing nature now...
Hour 2....I start to get a visionary feel. And after a psychic q of noticing a depth with in a graphic which was part of a design of a poster on my wall my angle of perception had some affinity spontaneously in a subtle way and a real cool optical allusion entered my new realm.
Hour 3... I begin to feel drunk and merry at this inner vision...i had a sort of jovial glow at this point.thing being was that it sort of seemed like more of an inverted paradox of l.s.d.. and I thought perhaps this strange experiment was perpendicular with the scourge of humanity and the bain of our soles and one of much broil..almost like having barny grain, the wry smile now of one from literature and of a witches doing. I now bared up with a shrill brow beating stance stance of our ancestors pledge to fight a sub conscious plauge.... This actually felt like a palatable idea....At about this point I was deep into my past, trying to strike some sort of wadger
or at least the idea of taking a peep around a curtain, not just scratching at the surface. But a down load of clarity which enabled a now righteous passage of thesbienism and non pretentious tomso foolery.
Hour 3 and a half...so I babbled some what which I hastened to add came naturally and with clout !
Almost speaking in tounges seemed notable at this point although a lot dwarfed by the negative effects I was about to assend into what all seemed very poignantly delivered and perhaps strangely made the whole thing a success although tantamount to hell of which I'm about to go into.
Now hour four and a half...
With out much notice my mind now veered into one of ego inflation,a bombastic one, and one about to be stuck in a quagmire of pain.so .......all of a sudden sounds from the vicinity switched from an inecent quack loving country bumpkin to death farmer...an all consuming fummey room of hydro carbon entropy ( yet still one of which being thought based and preserved in a museum) was ignited and I was being scrutinised by the devil..
Hour 5.... I now perished in a thought vessel of cruel stagnant but desperate thought .recoiled standing up on my hind extremitys some thing was pulling the wool over my eyes and my breathing became seemingly fickle and vasco constriction was my new point of focus.
Cells in my body reverberated I was now a picket a mere effergy, just a lost martye of zero credulity and was being made to stand in the naughty corner, one good thing about my condition was that I was able to get a brief bit of restbite via allowing flecks of water from the shower to stop the thermo dynamic peril.
Now hour five....things really were amiss.
My mood now adhorently sour I traipsed down the stairs to call for an ambulance..
My fait awaited me out side how ever as I thought I should get air and some sort of nitrated oxide flow via a mindfull walk...
Not being moved by the irony of the idea that I was calling an age old archon establishment to get in a vehicle embelished by a serpent Ikon, and this all going on out side the city's Catholic church...wow face red.
I now felt like the archetyple bhagovan!
Cunningly I doubled the ambulance call with abandonment of my rather massive l.s.a stash which was about as difficult as a three year old trying to fill a broad sheet news paper sudoku puzzle out in sixty seconds.. but divine intervention struck and it was a double strike ( of skill ).
Sixth hour now.... and I was still wincing, I staggered back to my hostel to roundavue with the ambulance staff. I had a consultation to attend to ( in my hostel ) as they arrived and reassured in the usual pre tences that I did not have a dagger, golden axe, or in particular a reaper /
scyth or sickle.. we had a firm but fair consultation, I struck a bargain with them and we went our separate ways..there just really is some thing about being caught by an electrical connectivity maze,all damp and impure albeit a chivnovel of my own doing, I just had to traverse and jog on.
Hour seven....and in some such way as I jogged back to my tomb, I thought my seemingly intimate battle and jaded respitory and symptomatic systems might be regulating back to normal...
I lay down disconbobulated and fell into a slumber with in minutes...
Nxt day thang now....
As with many psychedelics there can be increased amount of r.e.m. sleep
/ lucid dreams / astral projection.this part hit home the day after as I initiated to enter a computer game esk virtual battle game esk end of days battle zone play out ending with a hyper battle against chittara... the over Lord arena was annihilated and Saturn's rings crushed once again, leading of upheaval of un reality ( moon base one ) apropo there was amplification minimalisation and more viral load vanquished.
NO I WOULD NOT DO THIS GOD FOR SAKEN LYSERGIMIDE FROM FITH ELEMEMTS FUNGISIDES AGAIN. DANGER VERY
BUT YOUR BE BACK TO NORMAL THE NEXT DAY.
Would I do this again? then n o .
