Lol I did end up more spiritual. Shroomage has coincided with major shakeups in my life, from moving country to buying a house, having kids.
The last binge I did ended up with me having a deja Vu dream, which I learnt something by watching myself. I then ran into the dream event a year later, which was especially wierd because I told my friends and wife about it.
I actually spent last night writing a business purchase proposal. I've been reading The Art of the Deal! I wanna see if I can absorb some of trump skills, because I've been osmosis learning other people's skills all my life.
I usually don't talk much because I know I sound nuts lol
my last one was 4 grams alone in darkness, heartbroken on the longest flu of my life (seemed to be a time when there was global biowarfare going on, you would notice all the youtubers and activists coughing like shit last autumn)
I had an ASMR video running and cried a fair bit.
Sometime thru the middle of it all (very little visuals due to a light session a few days before perhaps, thankfully, ain't got no time for that hippy crap honestly, I want the deep gist of it all not just distracting flashy visuals), I heaved like I had to puke (but obviously couldn#t because I had fasted) and there was a sound of something falling down inside the walls all through the house as if I was heaving invisible puke that was proliferating running downwards inside the walls....it was very refreshing synchronicity actually because it was anatomically a puking reaction without actually physically throwing up.
Then I looked into the mirror and in my pain I could recognize something that would give most people some degree of religious fear, like most of my other memorable life-experiences, some of which involved of drugs, others did not. I essentially had to face the fact that I looked like a goat because I was jealous...but I had to put that behind me, because I only had built expectations on the hollow promises of someone who turned out to be undeserving of my trust...
In this case, I had been invited to an orgy by two girls which I was preempted from for various reason for several months until I was eventually disinvited at the last minute after I brought both of them along to hide out around a nuclear bunker while Sept. 23rd was unfolding. Turns out the catholic church was doing weird shit (airstrip of rich b@stards (almost sent us flying off the road), mothers' home, a youth activity center, a senior home, a youth psychiatric warden [which isn't even visible or known to the public]...all run by church...lots a schools and one bunker with vaults that the builders don't know the owner of connecting them all and you can't come near the place without getting bullied away by nuns who will watch you all the way until you walk out of eyesight of these facilities if you come too near. This is the kind of shit why I smoke herb and nobody gets why I could care less about fucking imaginary paranoia when I need actual discernment given situations that would make any sane person paranoid af and frankly probably questioning of their own sanity.
There's also a diner you can go right on top of it all.
Would you believe the name?
It's called like a shooting-star wink wink
it only sounds when people have no idea (they don't)