Psychedelics and Awakening

I went to a party last weekend on my friends farm.  She had a groovy band play, hula hoops, and any drug I wanted.

A girl I knew was handing out her homemade pot taffy.

Her – “Smell this shit man, go on smell it!  Incredible right?”

She shoved her taffy under my nose, her eyes half baked.  She was sitting on the ground cross-legged in front of me.  Five minutes later, she was incapacitated.

Me – “I think I’ll save it for later.”

Her – “Don’t eat it all at once!  Don’t do it!”

I grabbed it and stashed it for later.

Later came last night.

I ate the whole thing, naturally.  It was just a little strip of the stuff, so how was I supposed to know?  The girl who made it could’ve been incapacitated from the bottle of whiskey that never left her hand, not a silly little strip of taffy?

It was the taffy.  Definitely the taffy.

I ate it around 10PM last night and I was tripping balls up until 6AM this morning.  I ate it to help me sleep!

I looked at the clock and thought to myself – “It’s been almost two hours, I guess this stuff’s not going to work.”

I shrugged my shoulders and got ready to call it a night, but then it hit me.  Seconds after saying it wasn’t working, it started.

I didn’t want to turn the tv off, it was the only thing holding my brain together.

My muscle’s twitched, I was feeling coldness in my chest.  I covered my head with my pillow, I don’t know why but I thought it would help shut up my thoughts.

Me – “I’m going to die tonight.  I can’t believe that I’m going to die from a little strip of taffy!”

I could barely move.  I definitely couldn’t walk.  I reached for my phone to search how to come down from a pot high – this action took everything I had in me to execute.

And my searched results came up:

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The article in the middle is what helped me.  I wasn’t going to die.  It sure felt like I was dying, but I wasn’t.  I kept this thought in my head.

Everything became mucky, I couldn’t think.  I felt like I was in a heavy skin sack.  Every thought, sensation, light, sound, was amplified inside my concrete skin sack.

I tried watching the show again, Humans, on Amazon prime.  It’s pretty good.  It helped me focus.

My jaw was tightening, my chin moving around every which way.  All my thoughts globbed into one sinister, evil, pulsating creature.

Me thinking – “How can I be so afraid?  After everything thats happened to me, how can I still be afraid?”

I knew it was fear causing my distress, but I didn’t know how to stop it.  My rational brain was no match for it.

Then my show stopped playing.  I was short bandwidth.

Me thinking – “Oh god my brain will explode without that show!”

But I couldn’t move.  I couldn’t do anything about it.  My legs wouldn’t work.

I started staring at a poster on my wall.  I bought a poster from an artist a few years ago at the Vibes.

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I started seeing images in that poster that aren’t there.  Perfect images of faces, changing expressions depending on what I wanted to see.  Whatever image I wanted to see, I simply had to look for it and it manifested itself perfectly.  Dogs, cats, a benevolent loving face.  And when I wanted to see a demon, there he was horns and all, but he wasn’t frightening.

That’s when it hit me; I have full control.  I can see demons or angels, it’s my choice.  I realized that fear is what stops us from seeing clearly.  Fear stops us from thinking clearly and taking control.

An image popped in my head of a tall glass cup.  Inside this glass cup were demons, boiling water, scary thoughts and images.  Everything agitating.  The only way anyone can escape it is  to not be afraid of it.  I didn’t need to be afraid of it because I was in control.  The people who aren’t in control, float to the bottom.

Once I was out of the glass cup, I was back in my ayahuasca enlightenment trance.  It was very similar to when I did ayahuasca, only not as “clean”.  I was once again connected to infinite knowledge, but I was being dragged through the dirt.  There was no purging like with ayahuasca, so that has something to do with it.  All the junk was still in me.  And I wasn’t blessed by anyone, my room wasn’t blessed, the woman who made the taffy didn’t bless it first.

The sole purpose to bless something is to rid it of fear.  The smoke is symbolic.  It doesn’t matter if you’re burning sage, a candle, different types of incense, it doesn’t matter.  What matters is the person who does the blessing.  This is from an insight I had from the taffy.

I was having a spiritual experience unprotected.  My thoughts and demons kept clawing at me, distracting me, pulling my focus away.  But I kept remembering about my painting.  How I can choose.

I learned even MORE from this experience than I did with ayahuasca.  Maybe not more, but I dove even deeper into the mysteries of life.  And how we are all connected.

Everything from my ayahuasca experience was relived.  It was reintroduced to me.  Only this time around, more was revealed.  This time, I was able to experience “oneness”.

If there is a god, he’s not looking at us.  Because if he were to look at us, even for a quick glance, we’d have no free will.  He’s that powerful.  Whatever he’s expecting to see while looking at us, he will see.  Simply because he’s god.  Like an egg incubating.  He’s not to touch or look at us until we reach maturity, otherwise there would be mass hysteria.

“Whose ever belief is strongest.  Whose ever belief is strongest.”

That kept repeating in my head.  Like an ending to a prayer, or a mantra.  It means that anything is possible as long as you believe it’s possible.  But since we are all connected, whoever has the stronger belief wins the pot (no pun).  It’s very important to stand up for yourself when faced with darkness and fear, other peoples or your own.

You are challenged by your own fears.  They manifest as opponents or obstacles.  People who don’t see your potential, who don’t believe in you.  Spontaneous bad luck events.  They are manifestations of your own fears and these people (or events) are blessings in disguise.  They are key players in your life.

It’s like you’re sitting at the bottom of the demon glass cup.  These people who don’t believe in you, or obstacles causing you pain, are the keys to getting yourself out of the cup.  It’s just that nobody wants to leave it because it’s easier to sit there and stew rather than it is to face your fears.  And these people and events are only happening because of your fear.  Your inability to accept them.

“Whose ever belief is strongest.”

Me – “How do I believe in myself?”

Taffy – “You must know yourself.”

Nothing is real.  The only truth is that there is no truth.  What I see and believe, is not the same as what someone else see’s and believes.  And all of it’s true.  Everyone is correct and because nobody is wrong, there is no truth.

About the “oneness”…….

Oneness means that there is no God, it’s just you and me orchestrating everything.  Because if there were a god, there wouldn’t be oneness.  Having a god implies that he’s separate from us, so how can everything be “one”?

So again, just like ayahuasca, the taffy told me that there is a god, but no god.

My ayahuasca trip taught me that we are here to evolve, the taffy taught me we’re evolving towards unity.  Why?  I don’t know.

We are all god, all the same person.  Just with different life experiences, different brain chemistries and heredity.  But if I was born a different person, let’s say I was born Gandhi, I wouldn’t be me, I would actually be Gandhi.  We are all the same soul is what I’m trying to say.  There is no “Me”, just my unique DNA coding and life experiences.

I’ll finish this post tomorrow….I’m exhausted.

It’s now the next day.

I’m not saying that we don’t all have individual souls, because we do.  I actually seen mine when I had my OBE in my bedroom.  It’s just that the stuff my soul is made from, is the same stuff your soul is made from.  It’s the same stuff, the same soul.

And once you get out of the demon glass, answers start pouring in.

When I was tripping balls, I learned how alone all of us really are.  Since we all play off each other, fears are reflected, projected, manifested, the most fearful of us can infect the most loving of us and there’s no higher power to break-up the party.  No god or over-seer of authority to smooth everything out and keep us in check.  To keep us behaved and disciplined.

Our moral compass is there for survival purposes, and not a loving gift from god, but years of evolution to create.

We are utterly alone.  One massive soul body, fractured to pieces at war with itself.  If I was born an ISIS, I would be an ISIS.  There’s nothing special about my soul that differs from a member of ISIS.

Me – “It’s so simple, how can no one else see it?!”  (said to myself while tripping balls).

Anyway, when I realized how alone we all are, I started to plummet into the void.  Into the darkness of no purpose and no hope.  I had to remember my poster on the wall, we have a choice, fear is the illusion.

But it was perfectly clear to me at the time I was tripping, that one persons belief can affect others even if no words are uttered.  That’s how connected we are.  We can feel what’s happening to friends and family from across the world if we really tune in.

But then again, the only truth is that there is no truth.  The only truth is what you believe.  At least, that’s the rule of thumb in this limited dimension we’re in.

We create what we see and there’s nothing but potential, no truth.

Oh well, my game literally just finished downloading.  I bought the expansion, Hearts of Stone, for the Witcher 3.

Will I ever eat the taffy again?  Yeah, probably.

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