You're the idiot I was talking about above. And don't ever abuse DXM is the morale of your story.Ticalrecords wrote:loll i don't know why yall wanna leave reality so badly, i had a similar experience of losing touch with reality with DXM. i had taken 3 ounces before and was real fine, completely functional (we actually went to a restaurant and didnt make a fool of ourselves) but this time me and a few friends went camping and i decided to take 5 ounces and my friend hated teh taste so he gave me half of his so i was up to 7.5... i remember everything going well until i hit the blunt and then fucking lost it loll.
i was in a corridor with the walls covered in really depressingly blue paint streaks. i kept running and running and then the scenes starting switching. I was in a room full of women passed out from a hard night of partying, i was at Old Chicago restaurant (where i work), in the tent with my friends, climbing the side of a mountain, in the corridor and then literally watching the same blue paint drip down walls. i remember teh air being tainted, it was a fog with the most horrible shade of grey. everytime i realized or became self aware of what i was looking at or doing, the scene would switch and i'd be totally in the moment. i remember being REALLY fucking scared that i had lost my mind. at one point i remember my friend helped me to a chair (my sense of balance was shot) to watch the bon fire they had made. other than that it was pure terror. i have tried to psychoanalyze what the fuck i was seeing but still have no idea loll
the next morning my friend flipped his shit like dude i thought i had just witnessed you lose your sanity. all of us were drunk and in the middle of nowhere so they couldn't have driven me to the hospital. apparently i had lost all ability to communicate - i was slurring so bad it was all gibberish loll. the most fucked up part was at some point i had fallen asleep and he told me he could see my eyeballs literally shaking in my eye socket. i woke up chipper than a mofo though, mainly cuz i was so relieved that i had made it through. but the expressions on my friends faces gave me the reality check that i had just done some really idiotic fucked up shit. the moral is don't mess with DXM. cough syrup is lame. might as well be one of those kids tryna get a buzz off of chugging hand sanitizer (btw this post was very cathartic loll)
To answer your question, we're not leaving reality. Because what makes this specific 3rd-dimensional frequency the "real" one? I'm not going to get deep with you because I doubt you've had the experiences necessary to be able to comprehend these types of things, but have you ever had a crazy vivid dream? Or a lucid dream for that matter? For the duration of these experiences, they're are as real to you as the room you're reading this sentence in. Of course, you come back here and assure yourself it wasn't real, but last I checked we spend close to half our lives asleep.
My point is that "we" aren't these bodies. We aren't separate individuals. This naming ourselves and yours/mine bullshit is all a game we're playing to create a sense of individualism. What psychedelics teach you at the core is that we're simply shards of consciousness in sense-vessels for a short period - and that we all inevitably have the same origin. It's just consciousness. It's not your life, it's not my life, it's life.
Then after that you start to see the disgusting shit in the world. And sure, you see it now, but you don't feel it. You realize that most of the world is people like yourself (sheeple) who simply aren't ever going to grasp the idea that everybody needs the same size slice of pie for this strange machine to function as smoothly as possible.
Beyond that, it's all about exploring consciousness. We're trying to see how deep this tunnel goes, and if there might be a reason to all of it. I don't think so, I think we're just keeping ourselves busy for eternity, but what the fuck do I know? And that's the beauty of human. You just don't get to know for now. But we get to have the unavoidable urge to want to know. If you ask me, that's what it's all about. And if you don't take full advantage of genuine curiosity, you're wasting your time here and making it difficult for the rest of us. Shit or get off the pot.
