JesusBuddhaChrist consciousness / archetype has been mentioned so much in this thread. What is it?
4 weeks ago I walked out my door to meet God, on a combo of 3meo and some deschloroketamine (that's what I attribute to 'going over the line'). I swear that's the reason I left my house, it was because I got a message that fate laid outside my door, and I ought not to be late to a date with fate. By the way I had a skirt on and a t-shirt and nothing else on me. I got halfway across the street and blacked out, very vague memory of falling onto the pavement head-first. Apparently the sound of my head hitting the pavement was so loud my neighbor. had to go outside and see what happened. By the time the ambulance arrived I had more than one neighbor surrounding me making sure I didn't get back up .One of my neighbors there is in recovery for alcohol I met through local AA, and around my age so in my delirious state he was the only one I recognized. I remember him saying 'see, he remembers me!'. Anyway apparently after the first fall I got up and danced and twirled around until I fell again, but none of that I remember probably from the concussion from the first fall. When the police car pulled up, ambulance behind it, all I remember is thinking that 'this is it, the singularity, it doesn't even matter from here on out because all was fullfilled as planned'. And I had a moment of clarity as I responded to the officer, like this was some sort of post-roll credits past the end of time, and that we were now in the paradigm of ultimate truth....or something like that.
Anyway, yeah, I spent half the night in the hospital, they sliced in half my favorite shirt and (only) skirt, and with nothing on me but a hospital gown they made me find my own way home at midnight. Luckily I had money in my wallet at the house so called a cab, but I almost couldn't get into my house because the cops locked it up and threw away my drugs in the process by going through my house without a warrant. Luckily the basement door was unlocked so I could get inside and pay for the cab ride. Yeah it was all a really fucked up ending that began a chain of events that turned my life upside down, but it was simply a time when 'push comes to shove' as the saying goes. Luckily I didn't break anything, just had sore ribs for a week, smacked my face and got a black eye that looked like God gave me a nice punch in the face to wake me up from irresponsible use of ' The Power'. I have been sober since, except a couple times drinking alcohol.
Anyway I finally shared my embarrassing story. Let it please be an HR reminder to take these drugs seriously, in safety, and if not with trusted company, at least with utmost responsibility.