After talking modafinil early in the morning, smoking weed in the evening made me have religious revelations. In a fun way. For the evening I became a quite convincing Buddhist, quite shocking to my peers having to listen to the continuous flow of wisdom spewing from my lips. For the first few hours I didn’t realize my new found truths were Buddhist, but then I realized they were. I then concluded that the current situation in Tibet involving riots and increased repression from the Chinese authorities probably had made a large portion of the world´s Buddhist population meditating on the situation, somehow sending massive waves of “Buddhist energy” to which frequency I probably had picked up on.
I was in a complete manic episode (for the first time in my life), though I realized the whole time I was completely nuts, and I loved it. It was mad I tell you, mad!
A friend told my girlfriend the next day that my wisdom had made a huge impact on her, and her life would probably change for the better as a direct consequence of it.
Factors to be considered: I hadn’t smoked weed in a long time (for me), about three weeks. I was a bit sleep depraved. I had recently begun supplementing with piracetam.