Yes, but I wasn’t going to say that out loud.

Your dick must be filthy if it needs cleaned before ingesting.

Doesn’t mean they don’t have weed though. Sounds like they have more than ever.

You’re right. They can’t have a response when you say big fancy words to them that mean actual things. They’ll be stumped.

How can you tell?

Well we can’t cook it without electricity or gas. Now eat your MRE and shut up!

That’s awesome. They are very powerful and very wise. The insight they can afford people come with such clarity you can literally feel like a giant idiot when facing your struggles or addictions. It’s a shame we can’t always see through the fog of our problems in such a way but I am eternally grateful that this planet came with its own troubleshooting tools.

For me it was more like actual death. I quite literally thought I was dying and begged my wife to call 911. Fortunately she is experienced and did her best to keep me contained.

Started with time becoming very mixed up or out of order. She was answering questions I hadn’t asked yet and I was perceiving reality as a single experience rather than a normal flow of action/reaction like everything was happening all at once.

Like you said, there are not words for this, language is far too simple to convey the idea but it humbled me to the point of non-existence.

I knew for a fact that life was not a series of events, it was all the same event happening in a singular moment totally separated from any idea of time as we normally perceive it. At that point it no longer mattered if I was dying/dead/alive… I was all of those things. Always have been.

Eventually I could no longer speak or even walk. Speaking, walking, thinking, all of that implied a forward flow of time which no longer was the case for me. My wife said I just laid on the ground eyes wide and filled with tears. She said she tried to talk to me and keep me calm but I never responded at all. She even put her Fitbit on me just to be sure my vitals were good, which of course they were.

What started as terrifying simply became so intense I couldn’t even fear anything any longer. I just…was but also wasn’t.

That lasted for about 30 minutes per my wife’s judgement. It was infinite for me at the time. Even after the peak it took several hours before I could speak correctly or form content thoughts.

Next day I knew for certain I was done with all drugs. I didn’t need them anymore. Never did really.

I wish I could tell you what is was like but all I can really do is explain certain simple ideas such as what I said above. We are the universe experiencing itself subjectively and the idea that I or anyone is actually important is exceedingly ridiculous.

I literally had mushrooms make me stop taking drugs. Absolutely destroyed my ego that night and I never touched anything again. Well I tried to smoke weed a couple of times after that but it just gave me severe panic attacks. Even the thought of taking mushrooms again gives me chills. I had taken them hundreds of times and I guess they just finally said, “you’re finished. You’ve completed drugs.” I am still an advocate for psychedelics though, they have so much to offer.

It’s still legal in some places I believe. It’s fucking wild too so have someone on standby to keep you grounded. Literally.

They actually filmed that in the town I live. I still haven’t bothered to watch it though.

True story. Years ago in Texas my friends and I went hunting for mushrooms in a farmers field, successfully I might add. However we did get caught, he did have a gun, and he did fire at us, unsuccessfully I might add. The shrooms weren’t very good but it made for a cool story.

Yes. Very good.

I snickered at that…

Jesus Christ

You might dig the books “Children of Time” if you’re into reading sci-fi.

If I had a nickel for every time a first lady did this I’d have one nickel. It’s not a lot but it’s odd that it’s that high.

Judge those who can?

I know the answer is supposed to be teach but…

Oh come on