How I did it: I ate an eighth of shrooms at a birthday party, and then watched old videos of me and my friends. As I was coming up, I became very warm, and would occasionally become cold for a minute or so, before becoming warm again. While I was warm, I ceased to exist, I was but a thought, Everything that happened seemed to be a memory of a time long past, or a preview of the future, but none of it felt real because I wasn't me. Whenever I became cold again, I'd come back to reality, and when I felt myself becoming warm again, I'd fight to stay grounded in reality, I grasped for myself, but quickly I was lost, and once again I had forgotten I existed. It felt like an eternity happened between those moments, when it was really only 5 minutes or so each time. I realized a lot during that time, that I was an annoying prick, that I was stupid for doing psychedelics in a party environment, that I needed to do something with my life. I realized that I caused my parents a lot of hassle, but also that they weren't ready to hear about how I came to realize this.

Lessons & tips: Don't fight it.

Resources: Teonanacatl

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Dec 30, 2008, 03:00PM PST | 0 comments | 1 cheer