Don’t practice drugs or contemplate obtaining them. They are dangerous.
It was April 19th yesterday but I didn't have time to write this. I figured I'd share an entertaining story with you guys.
The part that is frustrating is that with such a substance the experience cannot be described precisely as words and language are limiting inventions we humans have created. The experience itself is to rather feel and not to give into meticulous account, and the feelings that one senses are unlimited and are memorable with reminiscence of imagery and emotion—so intangibility is needed to understand.
When it kicked in, I was curiously astounded by the sea of grass below my feet that was a green I had never seen, a lighter sky blue that I had yet to gaze upon. Incredibly, though I had yet to feel anything, I had known I entered through a door in the same world but metaphysically into another. I had walked around in the splendor of this new realm that was so bright in color, the sun seemingly beaming down more vigorously with a yellow-orange of energy. The porch around my house had these intricate geometric patterns that looked like butterfly wings of pulsating purple and pink. Ultimately, the world was now an art gallery of all styles humanity had created and that yet in was to be seen.
Much like I had planned before the admission of the substance, I acknowledged that I would probably be a much different person after the inebriation was over and pledged to make an objective analysis of the whole experience. But oddly as time went on, I began to receive many different thoughts that started to humor me and trying to remain objective became difficult. For example, I was listening to a song on my music player and a lyric sounded very silly to me, which a thought intruded and suggested with a holistic perspective that perhaps we all are silly in our own ways but we can be branded as goofy and ultimately misunderstood. In other words, generally, I began to be confronted by spawning thoughts that gave heavy philosophical suggestions about the emotional states of our identities and dispositions in life.
Minutes later, my emotions then melted and intensified into this euphoria of amazement; I felt very warm and lush in my feelings. The world was bending back and forth, the outside of my house warping and breathing, the colors so magnificent and beautiful in their extraordinary forms. This was the peak. I closed my eyes and saw lightning bolts of green and red shoot across the blackness. I then felt like an innocent little child just lost and blithely dancing in this wonderland that seemed to be so familiar but so different. It was like I was in the world I knew as a boy, the one I did in the present, and another that was distantly surreal—trapped within three different spatial planes—and I had all been through each one sometime in my life. I had been overcome with subjectivity, my mind forcefully making me take notice about who I was as a person and how delicate of an organism I was—how we all are. It dawned on me just how so wonderfully privileged we are to be here in this miraculous chance at existence.
I would then sit cross-legged under the huge tree in my backyard and see in front of me a waving pattern of flowing grass full of life. My ego had then begun to slowly dissolve; the grass, the small bugs around my legs, the tree, the ground, every person I knew—the world itself—we were all one and I was none greater. At that moment, I had never felt so happy in my life because it all made sense as everything I ever pondered and was so conflicted into resolving was now together—one—it just all made sense. With my ego gone, the sense that came to me is that humans—humanity—are all in this great struggle of pains and joys. We suffer alone, we like to cry alone, we face confusion alone, but together we can find bliss, together we can find comfort, and together we can find understanding. With us all being prone to the same pains and pleasures, it made me realize that I had no reason to harbor contempt, loathing, or envy against anyone: we are all the same. And that made me feel so complete and thankful to be alive with all these great people that give us support and amenity.
I remember sitting there, lost in the waving grass and dazing in its eternal depth of green. Though I didn’t physically see it, my sight was temporarily overshadowed by the imagery in my head. I wasn’t sure if my eyes were open, but I pictured myself still sitting there with my body was surrounded in a blue aura. I wondered what the energy was but I came to conclude that it was my soul. My soul was tingly and flowing with a vitality of emotional exuberance, pivoting back and forth through the sides of my body. Then I smiled. I saw my soul descend slowly into the ground that would then become a part of everything else that was connected to the earth, and with my realization of universal equality perhaps then I had never truly known completeness until that incredible and beautiful moment.
The rest of the afternoon was one of mind-games. My speech was complicated, but my mind was cognitively flowing with many scenarios and meaningful interpretations. I played with my thoughts and found myself descending further and further behind the underlying meanings of them all. I would deduct many different conclusions to this ubiquitous truth that seemingly held it all together, much like my other enlightening experiences during the trip I mentioned. Logically I felt they made perfect sense, but they were probably unrealistic in sobriety.
When the trip was over, I slept with many bright and clear dreams for a long night; I must have been emotionally exhausted. I awoke the next morning and found a world that I had left to be renewed and glittering pristinely. Since then, this has been a substantial impact on my approach with the world and a pleasant memory that gives me a warm grin.
Anyone else have any experiences?