Frog Dreams
Bluelighter
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- Sep 17, 2023
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(I love that the art above is pulsing. Took me a moment to confirm that I wasn't hallucinating more than normal.)
Just ate three quarters of a gram of mushrooms (p subs) that - for whatever reason - have very strong WLP attached to them. I ate 12 grams from this batch and became completely paralysed from the waste down. I was in a supermarket.
I was in the back when it kicked in. There was pre-warning. I ignored it because I wanted to see if I could overcome the WLP in a non-dual state.
Turns out there is no way to overcome it.
So, my legs gave out at the back of the supermarket. I was near the cheese section.
I fell onto the ground. A staff member asked me if I need help. I politely and calmly told them no. I'm fine. This happens sometimes.
I work in disability, so I'm not concerned about public image. There is nothing to be ashamed about.
Previously (even with my foundation in disability) this would have concerned me. I would have struggled internally.
I didn't struggle. I worked myself slowly towards the front of the store, managing to move only 10 or 20 metres at a time at best. Then I would collapse.
There was zero fear.
Finally, when I got outside to the parking lot, it kicked in fully. I couldn't sustain any weight on my legs at all. They were completely dead for maybe 10 minutes.
A middle-aged Asian man was watching me. He seemed conflicted. Halfway between being compelled to offer help and fear for himself. I told him (so he didn't need to ask, or worry), "Don't worry mate. I'm fine."
He made sure to tie up his bicycle extra tight. I honestly think he was worried that I might have been faking paralysis so I could steal a bicycle?
People are strange.
To get to my car, I had to cross a single lane of (empty) traffic... but if I collapsed in the middle of that lane I would need help.
I kept trying to lift myself, then I would give up and sit down on the concrete. Then I would try and lift myself again.
Eventually I got myself to my feet and managed to reach my car. Opening the door and getting inside took some time. Then, once inside, I waited for my daughter and my wife.
My wife wasn't super happy about the whole situation but my daughter adores me and I can do nothing wrong.
...
WLP is what it is and I don't know what it is.
The paralysis is temporary.
I am not afraid.
The paralysis lends itself to submission in numerous ways. You have to overcome fear, but - also - it physically forces you to submit.
WLP puts me on my knees. At the height of it, I cannot function physically so I just go into my mind and there are no distractions.
Just ate three quarters of a gram of mushrooms (p subs) that - for whatever reason - have very strong WLP attached to them. I ate 12 grams from this batch and became completely paralysed from the waste down. I was in a supermarket.
I was in the back when it kicked in. There was pre-warning. I ignored it because I wanted to see if I could overcome the WLP in a non-dual state.
Turns out there is no way to overcome it.
So, my legs gave out at the back of the supermarket. I was near the cheese section.
I fell onto the ground. A staff member asked me if I need help. I politely and calmly told them no. I'm fine. This happens sometimes.
I work in disability, so I'm not concerned about public image. There is nothing to be ashamed about.
Previously (even with my foundation in disability) this would have concerned me. I would have struggled internally.
I didn't struggle. I worked myself slowly towards the front of the store, managing to move only 10 or 20 metres at a time at best. Then I would collapse.
There was zero fear.
Finally, when I got outside to the parking lot, it kicked in fully. I couldn't sustain any weight on my legs at all. They were completely dead for maybe 10 minutes.
A middle-aged Asian man was watching me. He seemed conflicted. Halfway between being compelled to offer help and fear for himself. I told him (so he didn't need to ask, or worry), "Don't worry mate. I'm fine."
He made sure to tie up his bicycle extra tight. I honestly think he was worried that I might have been faking paralysis so I could steal a bicycle?
People are strange.
To get to my car, I had to cross a single lane of (empty) traffic... but if I collapsed in the middle of that lane I would need help.
I kept trying to lift myself, then I would give up and sit down on the concrete. Then I would try and lift myself again.
Eventually I got myself to my feet and managed to reach my car. Opening the door and getting inside took some time. Then, once inside, I waited for my daughter and my wife.
My wife wasn't super happy about the whole situation but my daughter adores me and I can do nothing wrong.
...
WLP is what it is and I don't know what it is.
The paralysis is temporary.
I am not afraid.
The paralysis lends itself to submission in numerous ways. You have to overcome fear, but - also - it physically forces you to submit.
WLP puts me on my knees. At the height of it, I cannot function physically so I just go into my mind and there are no distractions.