Last night I harvested one of my Power Kush plants (her name is Peach). She has a burnt portion of her foliage, in which the leaves and buds are yellow, dry, and crispy. I decided I would turn that portion into Bhang. Looking back, that was a fair amount of buddage that went into that Bhang, it just didn't look like much.
I made the Bhang with organic milk, butter, clove, cinnamon, cardomom, coriander, allspice, and of course the buds. It was delicious, I drunk it down quickly. My brother who was drinking with me only took a few drinks of his. I was hit with an experience I wasn't expecting.
To begin, here are the notes I started to type, about 30 minutes after ingesting the Bhang.
"You can say water is concious all you want, get high and you'll see it. I'm just looking at it like... hey... little fella... uhh... wuss goin on? Dude what are these weird thoughtforms I'm gettin. I feel like a million different people from one second to the next. I feel like if I get used to this way I feel right now I can master it and be God. I'm just looking back at my typing like "Who wrote that?" I'm like so... real... whoa. Am I... am I the Cannabis Plant right now? Am I Peach? If I wasn't so stoned I'd be fuggin freagin out right now.
I'm trippin at how people "act like" stuff. Look... I heard from a guy who knows a guy... Ted's gonna get you a tie for Christmas, so just act like you like it ok? "Oh'a ted... a'sank you! a'sank you so much for dis'a tie!" I feel like a genie. WHOA I'm trippin out at archetypes. They're like... and we're like...!!! Dude I could guess what I feel like all fuckin day. An ant or something? Ali Baba? Wait why do I have names in my head when I don't even know what they're assigned to? Is Ali Baba that one meditating elephant or something? DUDE how do I erase these archeytpes? I'm just trippin out at what I am and what stuff is and words and whoa. Words... whoa... let's all give a moment of silence for words........... dude I'm just cracking up feeling like... a happy laughy plant thing WHOA... I feel like a fucking Dandelion. I feel so.... hyper... real. I close my eyes and, sure enough, I see visuals. Ok so my screen just.... what the fuck... my screen... it just... looks so weird when I look at it. I am just seeing the weirdest close-eyed visuals."
That's about when I could not take notes anymore. When I was looking at my computer screen, my vision would slant sideways, it would feel like my neck is bent over. And when I bend my neck to compensate things slanted more. My confidence in handling this was diminishing.
I lay on the ground. Feeling something reminscent of "the spins" you get when you're laying down drunk. I remember my brother wanted me to get off the blankets so he can make us a bed, and I felt like I wouldn't be able to. I was able to push through that feeling, and I crawled in a weird way to the side. It was like gravity wasn't working the same, and I had to move differently to compensate. Weird, sort of like being dizzy but not quite. "My perception is really weird right now" I told my bro. We lay down together under the blankets. I was getting increasingly shaky, hard-of-breathing, heart beating fast. I was feeling terror, total fight-or-flight mode. My head clouds with thoughts like "Is this weed poisoned?" "Is that how my plants feel?" I felt like that was the case and was thinking that maybe plants shouldn't be grown indoors. Then I wondered "Is this how they feel when you chop them?" These thoughts in my cerebral were coupled with shaky breathing, cold body. I asked my brother to hold me, I tried to get as inside his warmth as I could. I needed love and comfort very badly. I gave my bro a bunch of kisses. He held me and told me comforting things. My mind was in a weird mode and some of his attempts to comfort me were freaking me out. Under all this panic and trembling and suspicion, there was something inside me that knew I had just ingested a large amount of cannabis consciousness, and this is a new experience, not inherently a bad one. I remember looking at my brothers face... it was so smooth and bright and real... I told him to keep his face in my view because it comforts me. I felt like a baby seeing her Mom for the first time, or vice versa. I was also feeling that this is something like a near-death-experience. I had to continue to say positive affirmations, and try to breathe as deep as I could, which was challenging. I told myself I'm courageous, I'm calm, I'm loving, etc. and my brother echoed these affirmations. I remember feeling the effects intensifying, thinking that they would keep intensifying and this would last for hours, and I was hoping to pass out. This terror-segment of the experience must have lasted atleast an hour, even 2.
The reassuring words gradually brought me out of my episode. It was at this point that the positive affirmations really showed their power. My psychedelic experience has begun. I closed my eyes and seen intense visuals. Neon hot blue and pink folds and panels. All types of breathing, flowing geometric designs. With each word I said, "love" "oneness" "divinity", the visuals would respond to them, as if to show me the power of my words. I remember my brother saying to be calm into my ear, and my visuals waved like a flag as his air went into my ears. When I said words too fast, things got too intense, and I would have to go back to saying "I am caaaaalm." There were points when I got very excited with these intense feelings of love, and felt my breathing got uneasy and I had to go back to calm. It sort of felt like this intense feeling was me entering unknown dimensional territory, and my rational mind was yanking me back.
I remember at one point in my bliss I said "I love you" and a beautiful neon pink heart bloomed into my vision. The feeling was that the plant was saying that she loves me back. This was so incredibly real and I was so incredibly touched.
Me and my brother kept saying more positive things and things just got more and more amazing. We told eachother I love you, I told the Cannabis Spirit I love her, we expressed our love for everything and felt the intense rippling vibrations of each word. This beautiful experience could have lasted for hours.
I remember trying to get to sleep. I was pretty calm at this point but still didn't want to stand up. I was hungry and had to pee but I held it. I continued to keep slipping deeply into visual tapestries until the intensity would force me to come back to the surface. This yanking effect kept me from falling asleep. At one point I decided I could crawl over to my plant watering bucket and pee in there. The pee was long, and the sensation of peeing was intense. I was getting increasingly light-headed, and had to cut off the pee. I fell to the ground and couldn't have been awake much longer.
I'm so fortunate and grateful to have had such an incredible experience. Having only did one minor dose of mushrooms in the past, this has been my most intense psychedelic experience. That was last night, and now I am fully functional, yet I am still having close-eyed visuals. I close my eyes now and see 4 neon blue-and-green checker boards that are conveyor-belting into different directions. I still find that the visuals react uniquely to different words. Is this going to happen forever now? Is this a new psychic ability of mine?
I'm feeling a deep love for myself and for the Cannabis Spirit. And love for my family. Connection to life and the Universe. The wellspring of Abundance.
Thank you for reading my experience. I hope reading it gives you some sort of idea of went I went through and that you can take something positive from it yourself.
Loving, Peaceful, Divine vibes to all of you and your families.
I made the Bhang with organic milk, butter, clove, cinnamon, cardomom, coriander, allspice, and of course the buds. It was delicious, I drunk it down quickly. My brother who was drinking with me only took a few drinks of his. I was hit with an experience I wasn't expecting.
To begin, here are the notes I started to type, about 30 minutes after ingesting the Bhang.
"You can say water is concious all you want, get high and you'll see it. I'm just looking at it like... hey... little fella... uhh... wuss goin on? Dude what are these weird thoughtforms I'm gettin. I feel like a million different people from one second to the next. I feel like if I get used to this way I feel right now I can master it and be God. I'm just looking back at my typing like "Who wrote that?" I'm like so... real... whoa. Am I... am I the Cannabis Plant right now? Am I Peach? If I wasn't so stoned I'd be fuggin freagin out right now.
I'm trippin at how people "act like" stuff. Look... I heard from a guy who knows a guy... Ted's gonna get you a tie for Christmas, so just act like you like it ok? "Oh'a ted... a'sank you! a'sank you so much for dis'a tie!" I feel like a genie. WHOA I'm trippin out at archetypes. They're like... and we're like...!!! Dude I could guess what I feel like all fuckin day. An ant or something? Ali Baba? Wait why do I have names in my head when I don't even know what they're assigned to? Is Ali Baba that one meditating elephant or something? DUDE how do I erase these archeytpes? I'm just trippin out at what I am and what stuff is and words and whoa. Words... whoa... let's all give a moment of silence for words........... dude I'm just cracking up feeling like... a happy laughy plant thing WHOA... I feel like a fucking Dandelion. I feel so.... hyper... real. I close my eyes and, sure enough, I see visuals. Ok so my screen just.... what the fuck... my screen... it just... looks so weird when I look at it. I am just seeing the weirdest close-eyed visuals."
That's about when I could not take notes anymore. When I was looking at my computer screen, my vision would slant sideways, it would feel like my neck is bent over. And when I bend my neck to compensate things slanted more. My confidence in handling this was diminishing.
I lay on the ground. Feeling something reminscent of "the spins" you get when you're laying down drunk. I remember my brother wanted me to get off the blankets so he can make us a bed, and I felt like I wouldn't be able to. I was able to push through that feeling, and I crawled in a weird way to the side. It was like gravity wasn't working the same, and I had to move differently to compensate. Weird, sort of like being dizzy but not quite. "My perception is really weird right now" I told my bro. We lay down together under the blankets. I was getting increasingly shaky, hard-of-breathing, heart beating fast. I was feeling terror, total fight-or-flight mode. My head clouds with thoughts like "Is this weed poisoned?" "Is that how my plants feel?" I felt like that was the case and was thinking that maybe plants shouldn't be grown indoors. Then I wondered "Is this how they feel when you chop them?" These thoughts in my cerebral were coupled with shaky breathing, cold body. I asked my brother to hold me, I tried to get as inside his warmth as I could. I needed love and comfort very badly. I gave my bro a bunch of kisses. He held me and told me comforting things. My mind was in a weird mode and some of his attempts to comfort me were freaking me out. Under all this panic and trembling and suspicion, there was something inside me that knew I had just ingested a large amount of cannabis consciousness, and this is a new experience, not inherently a bad one. I remember looking at my brothers face... it was so smooth and bright and real... I told him to keep his face in my view because it comforts me. I felt like a baby seeing her Mom for the first time, or vice versa. I was also feeling that this is something like a near-death-experience. I had to continue to say positive affirmations, and try to breathe as deep as I could, which was challenging. I told myself I'm courageous, I'm calm, I'm loving, etc. and my brother echoed these affirmations. I remember feeling the effects intensifying, thinking that they would keep intensifying and this would last for hours, and I was hoping to pass out. This terror-segment of the experience must have lasted atleast an hour, even 2.
The reassuring words gradually brought me out of my episode. It was at this point that the positive affirmations really showed their power. My psychedelic experience has begun. I closed my eyes and seen intense visuals. Neon hot blue and pink folds and panels. All types of breathing, flowing geometric designs. With each word I said, "love" "oneness" "divinity", the visuals would respond to them, as if to show me the power of my words. I remember my brother saying to be calm into my ear, and my visuals waved like a flag as his air went into my ears. When I said words too fast, things got too intense, and I would have to go back to saying "I am caaaaalm." There were points when I got very excited with these intense feelings of love, and felt my breathing got uneasy and I had to go back to calm. It sort of felt like this intense feeling was me entering unknown dimensional territory, and my rational mind was yanking me back.
I remember at one point in my bliss I said "I love you" and a beautiful neon pink heart bloomed into my vision. The feeling was that the plant was saying that she loves me back. This was so incredibly real and I was so incredibly touched.
Me and my brother kept saying more positive things and things just got more and more amazing. We told eachother I love you, I told the Cannabis Spirit I love her, we expressed our love for everything and felt the intense rippling vibrations of each word. This beautiful experience could have lasted for hours.
I remember trying to get to sleep. I was pretty calm at this point but still didn't want to stand up. I was hungry and had to pee but I held it. I continued to keep slipping deeply into visual tapestries until the intensity would force me to come back to the surface. This yanking effect kept me from falling asleep. At one point I decided I could crawl over to my plant watering bucket and pee in there. The pee was long, and the sensation of peeing was intense. I was getting increasingly light-headed, and had to cut off the pee. I fell to the ground and couldn't have been awake much longer.
I'm so fortunate and grateful to have had such an incredible experience. Having only did one minor dose of mushrooms in the past, this has been my most intense psychedelic experience. That was last night, and now I am fully functional, yet I am still having close-eyed visuals. I close my eyes now and see 4 neon blue-and-green checker boards that are conveyor-belting into different directions. I still find that the visuals react uniquely to different words. Is this going to happen forever now? Is this a new psychic ability of mine?
I'm feeling a deep love for myself and for the Cannabis Spirit. And love for my family. Connection to life and the Universe. The wellspring of Abundance.
Thank you for reading my experience. I hope reading it gives you some sort of idea of went I went through and that you can take something positive from it yourself.
Loving, Peaceful, Divine vibes to all of you and your families.
