So, I recently bought a bong so I could have one piece for weed and deems. Just separate stems. I've been taking what seems to me to be what is a similar amount as always, but with a faster delivery.
I had made some very special freeze precip for my Aya ceremony.
Had some friends over to try it out before hand. I went very last with my wife. Everyone had a wonderful experience.
When me and my wife smoked, we used separate pieces. Synced our time.
I took 3 or 4 hits, and wasn't feeling anything. But I knew it was very clean, and i didn't want to overdo it since I hadn't tested it's potency yet.
I don't remember any of the trip before this point. I snapped up. Eyes wide open. I grabbed my wife's hand. I ask if im ok. She said yes.
I said. "I need help. HELP!!!"
She asked what she could do. I asked for the light. I needed a drink. I needed my other friend. Lights on, iI took a drink.
The feeling was as the first bordo of salvia. The place where you remember everything. I remembered death. And I was here all over again. I drank the water. I then went insane. In the trip, I took off flying like Superman.
I was facing every challenged I had ever faced in my life. Every object I've ever seen and my relationship to it. And the magic words kept repeating. In relation to my exact level of recognition. "OH MY GOD!!!" "WHAT THE FUCK" "GOD DAMNIT!" "SON OF A BITCH."
The feeling was I was seeing all of everything in my life, but through the eyes of God awakening.
In my trip, my friends were enforcing that I was dead.
The feeling was that my friends already knew I was dead before. And they were helping me accept it.
i was flying through my trip, and got to what looked to me like the divine spindle. Where all events object and language originate. I powered up like Goku, and bashed the fit out of the spindle. I hit it with like a 100 hit combo.
I beat time. I was dead. I could have anything i wanted now. I knew at the bottom, at the end of death, would await my biggest fantasy. And i yelled her name. In real life. Names are changed. I screamed, "Angela!!! I wanna suck your pussy so bad! BRING THAT PUSSY HERE!!!!"
I looked up. There was my wife, with the evillest expression I've ever seen. The 'Angela' character being a friend my wife already felt was a threat. Oh, and lets not forget. I'm dead so to me. This is the afterlife. The beginning of my Hell. I betrayed my wife in the afterlife, and I'd have to spend eternity with HER knowing the truth and hating me.
I started begging for forgiveness immediately. I'm caressing her hair. I'm on my knees. My house is completely obliterated. I asked her. "What happened."
"You're going to the hospital." She said.
"You cut yourself very badly and need stitches."
A flap of my hand was sliced open so bad, it looked like a diagram from a biology book. Blood everywhere. Apparently, the universal spindle was my water heater......
So. That was the trip. Y'all have already seen my mental fallout. And needless to say, this has brought about some issues in.my relationship... But yesh.... Thats what happened.
Edited by Akari, 13 September 2018 - 01:56 PM.