3 whole nutmegs
(4:10pm) i injested 3 whole nutmegs which i stole from VONS earlier today. I would have paid for them as i hate stealing but it would have been $11. From what i hear each nutmeg is equivelant to about 1.5 table spoons powdered. Hopefully since these were so expensive and they came in a glass container they will be powerfull. People always seem to bitch about the taste but i simply chewed them up no problem. Just a mildly bitter aftertaste.
At about 6:30 i felt like i was drunk. I was stumbling around and very spacy. At 8:00pm i felt something happening. I felt my heart rate increase and my thoughts began to race. The firt CEVs i got was these purple dots which would morph into different animals. A snake formed once and i got scared so i opened my eyes. My body parts all felt like they were changing sizes. I was laying on my bed when the gravity suddenly shifted sideways. I almost rolled out of my bed. Gravity suddenly shifted the other way. I ended up rolling all over the place and fell off once. Gravity was fucking with me. Somewhere allong the lines i passed out. I was awoken by my dad telling me to get dressed. I forgot we had to go work on the cabin. As soon as got out of bed i realised that this is going to be a long day. I looked in the mirror and noticed i had very bloodshot eyes and cottonmouth from hell. I felt really high though. Its currently 8:13am and i feel really baked. I got out of the car and realized how difficult it is to balance. I can think relitively clearly though so it is pretty much a full body high without any mental cloudiness. I is really hard to talk so im trying to avoid all conversation. I drank 3 cups of coffee to increase my energy, didnt help. The cotton mouth kinda sucks, its 12:07 in the afternoon and im still high. I felt really tired while doing the yard work but at the same time the work felt a little more enjoyable.
It is now 3:30pm and i am now almost sober. I am very tired but my eyes arent bloodshot and my cottonmouth isnt as strong as it was earlier today.
Overall it was a very enjoyable experience. The trip started me feeling very drunk at the 3 hour mark, i started tripping at the 4 hour mark, and when i woke up that morning i had a weed-like high for the next 7 hours. If my mom starts drug testing me this will certainly be my backup drug. I still got 11 more nutmegs left so i will be using those at somepoint. Im gonna steal another jar full this saturday.
Sunday, June 20, 2010
Friday, June 18, 2010
My first E trip, best day of my life
1 Extacy
4 Hydrocodone
Weed
(9:00am) took one white extacy pill, it had a batman symbol on it. My class was over at 9:30. By this time I felt tingly but I wasn't rolling yet. (9:40) as soon as I left the locker room I felt a wave of extacy coming over me. I enjoyed this for a while. Ran around, jumped, talked to my friends and forgot all about my worries. I also had the sensation that I was a bag of euphoria and when I moved around and jumped I was "shaking" it out. It was beautiful. Right after I peeked my friend and I started to snort my precrushed 10 hydrocodone. He did a little more than me but we snorted all of them and chewed up 1 each. I still felt incredible! I got the best massage of my life. The roll wasn't as powerful as before but still running strong after Gym. My friend and I noticed our hearing starting to fade because of all the hydrocodone. Gym ended and my other friend and I went to the canyon to smoke some weed. At probably about 11:45 we took our first hits. We put a bowl piece in an apple to serve as a pipe. We smoked several bowls of different sizes but didn't feel much. He stood up and all of a sudden said that he couldn't smoke anymore. I said what ever (still looking out over the cliff into the beatiful canyon) and continued to finish the bowl. After I finished I stood up and much like the E (which was still going) it hit me like a wave. I was instantly higher than I have ever been in my whole life. The ground was flat, bright, and cartoonish. My eyes were slightly crossed and my vision was doubled. We soon collapsed in the first shady spot we saw on the edge of the school dirt parkin lot. We couldn't carry on a simple conversation without all of a sudden forgeting what we were just talking about. I plugged in my music, closed my eyes, and beautiful array of colors and images exploded in front of my eyes. As the high increased, the CEVs did as well. It got to the point where the visions became reconizable faces and objects. We laid there for what felt like days but in reality had only been like an hour or 2. The strangest thing though was that if I closed my eyes, then wiggled my toes and fingers, my visuals and extacy would increase until my CEVs would just flash white and I would feel the greatest euphoria for a couple seconds. It was like my soul was orgasming. I did this about 10 times. My friend just thought that I was seizuring. As soon as we both were back on Earth we got up and walked around the school. It wasn't long until we both crashed against a wall. We sat there until some lady walking by carrying a big plate of brownies walked by and gave us each one. This was the single greatest thing I had ever eaten. My friend got a ride home and so did I so I went home where I passed out on the couch.
Overall it was the single greatest day of my life due to a new drug, good weed, a no pressure and paranoia free environment, and good music (Tool). I really want to try this combination sometime in my future but not anytime soon. It was euphoric, fun, and even hallucinatory.
4 Hydrocodone
Weed
(9:00am) took one white extacy pill, it had a batman symbol on it. My class was over at 9:30. By this time I felt tingly but I wasn't rolling yet. (9:40) as soon as I left the locker room I felt a wave of extacy coming over me. I enjoyed this for a while. Ran around, jumped, talked to my friends and forgot all about my worries. I also had the sensation that I was a bag of euphoria and when I moved around and jumped I was "shaking" it out. It was beautiful. Right after I peeked my friend and I started to snort my precrushed 10 hydrocodone. He did a little more than me but we snorted all of them and chewed up 1 each. I still felt incredible! I got the best massage of my life. The roll wasn't as powerful as before but still running strong after Gym. My friend and I noticed our hearing starting to fade because of all the hydrocodone. Gym ended and my other friend and I went to the canyon to smoke some weed. At probably about 11:45 we took our first hits. We put a bowl piece in an apple to serve as a pipe. We smoked several bowls of different sizes but didn't feel much. He stood up and all of a sudden said that he couldn't smoke anymore. I said what ever (still looking out over the cliff into the beatiful canyon) and continued to finish the bowl. After I finished I stood up and much like the E (which was still going) it hit me like a wave. I was instantly higher than I have ever been in my whole life. The ground was flat, bright, and cartoonish. My eyes were slightly crossed and my vision was doubled. We soon collapsed in the first shady spot we saw on the edge of the school dirt parkin lot. We couldn't carry on a simple conversation without all of a sudden forgeting what we were just talking about. I plugged in my music, closed my eyes, and beautiful array of colors and images exploded in front of my eyes. As the high increased, the CEVs did as well. It got to the point where the visions became reconizable faces and objects. We laid there for what felt like days but in reality had only been like an hour or 2. The strangest thing though was that if I closed my eyes, then wiggled my toes and fingers, my visuals and extacy would increase until my CEVs would just flash white and I would feel the greatest euphoria for a couple seconds. It was like my soul was orgasming. I did this about 10 times. My friend just thought that I was seizuring. As soon as we both were back on Earth we got up and walked around the school. It wasn't long until we both crashed against a wall. We sat there until some lady walking by carrying a big plate of brownies walked by and gave us each one. This was the single greatest thing I had ever eaten. My friend got a ride home and so did I so I went home where I passed out on the couch.
Overall it was the single greatest day of my life due to a new drug, good weed, a no pressure and paranoia free environment, and good music (Tool). I really want to try this combination sometime in my future but not anytime soon. It was euphoric, fun, and even hallucinatory.
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
An interesting way to view the afterlife
You were on your way home when you died.
It was a car accident. Nothing particularly remarkable, but fatal nonetheless. You left behind a wife and two children. It was a painless death. The EMTs tried their best to save you, but to no avail. Your body was so utterly shattered you were better off, trust me.
And that’s when you met me.
“What… what happened?” You asked. “Where am I?”
“You died,” I said, matter-of-factly. No point in mincing words.
“There was a… a truck and it was skidding…”
“Yup,” I said.
“I… I died?”
“Yup. But don’t feel bad about it. Everyone dies,” I said.
You looked around. There was nothingness. Just you and me. “What is this place?” You asked. “Is this the afterlife?”
“More or less,” I said.
“Are you god?” You asked.
“Yup,” I replied. “I’m God.”
“My kids… my wife,” you said.
“What about them?”
“Will they be all right?”
“That’s what I like to see,” I said. “You just died and your main concern is for your family. That’s good stuff right there.”
You looked at me with fascination. To you, I didn’t look like God. I just looked like some man. Or possibly a woman. Some vague authority figure, maybe. More of a grammar school teacher than the almighty.
“Don’t worry,” I said. “They’ll be fine. Your kids will remember you as perfect in every way. They didn’t have time to grow contempt for you. You wife will cry on the outside, but will be secretly relieved. To be fair, your marriage was falling apart. If it’s any consolation, she’ll feel very guilty for feeling relieved.”
“Oh,” you said. “So what happens now? Do I go to heaven or hell or something?”
“Neither,” I said. “You’ll be reincarnated.”
“Ah,” you said. “So the Hindus were right,”
“All religions are right in their own way,” I said. “Walk with me.”
You followed along as we strode through the void. “Where are we going?”
“Nowhere in particular,” I said. “It’s just nice to walk while we talk.”
“So what’s the point, then?” You asked. “When I get reborn, I’ll just be a blank slate, right? A baby. So all my experiences and everything I did in this life won’t matter.”
“Not so!” I said. “You have within you all the knowledge and experiences of all your past lives. You just don’t remember them right now.”
I stopped walking and took you by the shoulders. “Your soul is more magnificent, beautiful, and gigantic than you can possibly imagine. A human mind can only contain a tiny fraction of what you are. It’s like sticking your finger in a glass of water to see if it’s hot or cold. You put a tiny part of yourself into the vessel, and when you bring it back out, you’ve gained all the experiences it had.
“You’ve been in a human for the last 48 years, so you haven’t stretched out yet and felt the rest of your immense consciousness. If we hung out here for long enough, you’d start remembering everything. But there’s no point to doing that between each life.”
“How many times have I been reincarnated, then?”
“Oh lots. Lots and lots. An in to lots of different lives.” I said. “This time around, you’ll be a Chinese peasant girl in 540 AD.”
“Wait, what?” You stammered. “You’re sending me back in time?”
“Well, I guess technically. Time, as you know it, only exists in your universe. Things are different where I come from.”
“Where you come from?” You said.
“Oh sure,” I explained “I come from somewhere. Somewhere else. And there are others like me. I know you’ll want to know what it’s like there, but honestly you wouldn’t understand.”
“Oh,” you said, a little let down. “But wait. If I get reincarnated to other places in time, I could have interacted with myself at some point.”
“Sure. Happens all the time. And with both lives only aware of their own lifespan you don’t even know it’s happening.”
“So what’s the point of it all?”
“Seriously?” I asked. “Seriously? You’re asking me for the meaning of life? Isn’t that a little stereotypical?”
“Well it’s a reasonable question,” you persisted.
I looked you in the eye. “The meaning of life, the reason I made this whole universe, is for you to mature.”
“You mean mankind? You want us to mature?”
“No, just you. I made this whole universe for you. With each new life you grow and mature and become a larger and greater intellect.”
“Just me? What about everyone else?”
“There is no one else,” I said. “In this universe, there’s just you and me.”
You stared blankly at me. “But all the people on earth…”
“All you. Different incarnations of you.”
“Wait. I’m everyone!?”
“Now you’re getting it,” I said, with a congratulatory slap on the back.
“I’m every human being who ever lived?”
“Or who will ever live, yes.”
“I’m Abraham Lincoln?”
“And you’re John Wilkes Booth, too,” I added.
“I’m Hitler?” You said, appalled.
“And you’re the millions he killed.”
“I’m Jesus?”
“And you’re everyone who followed him.”
You fell silent.
“Every time you victimized someone,” I said, “you were victimizing yourself. Every act of kindness you’ve done, you’ve done to yourself. Every happy and sad moment ever experienced by any human was, or will be, experienced by you.”
You thought for a long time.
“Why?” You asked me. “Why do all this?”
“Because someday, you will become like me. Because that’s what you are. You’re one of my kind. You’re my child.”
“Whoa,” you said, incredulous. “You mean I’m a god?”
“No. Not yet. You’re a fetus. You’re still growing. Once you’ve lived every human life throughout all time, you will have grown enough to be born.”
“So the whole universe,” you said, “it’s just…”
“An egg.” I answered. “Now it’s time for you to move on to your next life.”
And I sent you on your way.
It was a car accident. Nothing particularly remarkable, but fatal nonetheless. You left behind a wife and two children. It was a painless death. The EMTs tried their best to save you, but to no avail. Your body was so utterly shattered you were better off, trust me.
And that’s when you met me.
“What… what happened?” You asked. “Where am I?”
“You died,” I said, matter-of-factly. No point in mincing words.
“There was a… a truck and it was skidding…”
“Yup,” I said.
“I… I died?”
“Yup. But don’t feel bad about it. Everyone dies,” I said.
You looked around. There was nothingness. Just you and me. “What is this place?” You asked. “Is this the afterlife?”
“More or less,” I said.
“Are you god?” You asked.
“Yup,” I replied. “I’m God.”
“My kids… my wife,” you said.
“What about them?”
“Will they be all right?”
“That’s what I like to see,” I said. “You just died and your main concern is for your family. That’s good stuff right there.”
You looked at me with fascination. To you, I didn’t look like God. I just looked like some man. Or possibly a woman. Some vague authority figure, maybe. More of a grammar school teacher than the almighty.
“Don’t worry,” I said. “They’ll be fine. Your kids will remember you as perfect in every way. They didn’t have time to grow contempt for you. You wife will cry on the outside, but will be secretly relieved. To be fair, your marriage was falling apart. If it’s any consolation, she’ll feel very guilty for feeling relieved.”
“Oh,” you said. “So what happens now? Do I go to heaven or hell or something?”
“Neither,” I said. “You’ll be reincarnated.”
“Ah,” you said. “So the Hindus were right,”
“All religions are right in their own way,” I said. “Walk with me.”
You followed along as we strode through the void. “Where are we going?”
“Nowhere in particular,” I said. “It’s just nice to walk while we talk.”
“So what’s the point, then?” You asked. “When I get reborn, I’ll just be a blank slate, right? A baby. So all my experiences and everything I did in this life won’t matter.”
“Not so!” I said. “You have within you all the knowledge and experiences of all your past lives. You just don’t remember them right now.”
I stopped walking and took you by the shoulders. “Your soul is more magnificent, beautiful, and gigantic than you can possibly imagine. A human mind can only contain a tiny fraction of what you are. It’s like sticking your finger in a glass of water to see if it’s hot or cold. You put a tiny part of yourself into the vessel, and when you bring it back out, you’ve gained all the experiences it had.
“You’ve been in a human for the last 48 years, so you haven’t stretched out yet and felt the rest of your immense consciousness. If we hung out here for long enough, you’d start remembering everything. But there’s no point to doing that between each life.”
“How many times have I been reincarnated, then?”
“Oh lots. Lots and lots. An in to lots of different lives.” I said. “This time around, you’ll be a Chinese peasant girl in 540 AD.”
“Wait, what?” You stammered. “You’re sending me back in time?”
“Well, I guess technically. Time, as you know it, only exists in your universe. Things are different where I come from.”
“Where you come from?” You said.
“Oh sure,” I explained “I come from somewhere. Somewhere else. And there are others like me. I know you’ll want to know what it’s like there, but honestly you wouldn’t understand.”
“Oh,” you said, a little let down. “But wait. If I get reincarnated to other places in time, I could have interacted with myself at some point.”
“Sure. Happens all the time. And with both lives only aware of their own lifespan you don’t even know it’s happening.”
“So what’s the point of it all?”
“Seriously?” I asked. “Seriously? You’re asking me for the meaning of life? Isn’t that a little stereotypical?”
“Well it’s a reasonable question,” you persisted.
I looked you in the eye. “The meaning of life, the reason I made this whole universe, is for you to mature.”
“You mean mankind? You want us to mature?”
“No, just you. I made this whole universe for you. With each new life you grow and mature and become a larger and greater intellect.”
“Just me? What about everyone else?”
“There is no one else,” I said. “In this universe, there’s just you and me.”
You stared blankly at me. “But all the people on earth…”
“All you. Different incarnations of you.”
“Wait. I’m everyone!?”
“Now you’re getting it,” I said, with a congratulatory slap on the back.
“I’m every human being who ever lived?”
“Or who will ever live, yes.”
“I’m Abraham Lincoln?”
“And you’re John Wilkes Booth, too,” I added.
“I’m Hitler?” You said, appalled.
“And you’re the millions he killed.”
“I’m Jesus?”
“And you’re everyone who followed him.”
You fell silent.
“Every time you victimized someone,” I said, “you were victimizing yourself. Every act of kindness you’ve done, you’ve done to yourself. Every happy and sad moment ever experienced by any human was, or will be, experienced by you.”
You thought for a long time.
“Why?” You asked me. “Why do all this?”
“Because someday, you will become like me. Because that’s what you are. You’re one of my kind. You’re my child.”
“Whoa,” you said, incredulous. “You mean I’m a god?”
“No. Not yet. You’re a fetus. You’re still growing. Once you’ve lived every human life throughout all time, you will have grown enough to be born.”
“So the whole universe,” you said, “it’s just…”
“An egg.” I answered. “Now it’s time for you to move on to your next life.”
And I sent you on your way.
Nutmeg & hydrocodone 6/5/10
Over the weekend I had to spend the night at my grandmohers house. It's pretty boring there so I usually bring some weed or mushrooms to help pass the time. I forgot this time though so I had to look around the house for something, this is what led to my almost overdose and one of the most intense experiences of my life.
I found a full bottle of hydrocodone in my grandmas medicine cabinet and a little box of nutmeg in the spice cabinet. I dosed about 3 table spoons of the nutmeg at 6:30pm and I parachuted 2 of the hydrocodone at 7:30. Right after that we watched the movie Avatar. At about thirty minutes into the movie I was feeling the effects of the hydrocodone but nothing profound. At 10:00 when the movie was over I wobbled upstairs where I decided to snort another 2 pills. Bad idea. I started sweating like crazy but I felt a little cold. My little brother said I was just lying in the bed muttering to myself while trying to take off my shirt. I was sweating more than I ever have in my whole life. The bed was so soaked I decided to sleep in the guest bed. Eventually this all subsided and the nutmeg started to kick in. At about 12:30 I was feeling the effects very strongly, I noticed while breathing that I couldn't feel my lungs inflating or deflating at all. This was a little scary but I just ignored it. My mind felt like it was slowly speeding up until it was eventually going so fast that I couldn't keep track of all it. It seemed like my brain was trying to have 4 different conversations with itself at the same time. This really tripped me out because I couldn't think clarly or organize my thoughts. I also noticed that while my 3rd eye was flashing pictures and videos of random stuff, my regular eyes when closed were showing see these blue and green stingray like things swim across my vision. Durring this time I realized that my brain was thinking about everything from Call of Duty to doing an analysis on my life. No doubt that if I could keep up with my mind that I would have learned something profound about myself but imy mind was going at 100mph. I also lost full awareness of where I was. I had no idea that I had a physical body or that I was in a bedroom. I was just so wrapped up in this wild and fast trip that I didn't have the ability to focus on anything else. This went on until about 1:45. Even though this peak only lasted for a little over an hour it felt like days had passed. Time became totally irrelavent. I heard that this trip lasts for up to 3 days but after that night I didn't feel much more than a slightly high feeling. Overall this was a very enjoyable though intense experience and I highly recomend To anyone. I have just dosed another 2.5 table spoons and will post my experience afterwards. I am also curious to how the hydrocodone affected the experience if it did at all.
I found a full bottle of hydrocodone in my grandmas medicine cabinet and a little box of nutmeg in the spice cabinet. I dosed about 3 table spoons of the nutmeg at 6:30pm and I parachuted 2 of the hydrocodone at 7:30. Right after that we watched the movie Avatar. At about thirty minutes into the movie I was feeling the effects of the hydrocodone but nothing profound. At 10:00 when the movie was over I wobbled upstairs where I decided to snort another 2 pills. Bad idea. I started sweating like crazy but I felt a little cold. My little brother said I was just lying in the bed muttering to myself while trying to take off my shirt. I was sweating more than I ever have in my whole life. The bed was so soaked I decided to sleep in the guest bed. Eventually this all subsided and the nutmeg started to kick in. At about 12:30 I was feeling the effects very strongly, I noticed while breathing that I couldn't feel my lungs inflating or deflating at all. This was a little scary but I just ignored it. My mind felt like it was slowly speeding up until it was eventually going so fast that I couldn't keep track of all it. It seemed like my brain was trying to have 4 different conversations with itself at the same time. This really tripped me out because I couldn't think clarly or organize my thoughts. I also noticed that while my 3rd eye was flashing pictures and videos of random stuff, my regular eyes when closed were showing see these blue and green stingray like things swim across my vision. Durring this time I realized that my brain was thinking about everything from Call of Duty to doing an analysis on my life. No doubt that if I could keep up with my mind that I would have learned something profound about myself but imy mind was going at 100mph. I also lost full awareness of where I was. I had no idea that I had a physical body or that I was in a bedroom. I was just so wrapped up in this wild and fast trip that I didn't have the ability to focus on anything else. This went on until about 1:45. Even though this peak only lasted for a little over an hour it felt like days had passed. Time became totally irrelavent. I heard that this trip lasts for up to 3 days but after that night I didn't feel much more than a slightly high feeling. Overall this was a very enjoyable though intense experience and I highly recomend To anyone. I have just dosed another 2.5 table spoons and will post my experience afterwards. I am also curious to how the hydrocodone affected the experience if it did at all.
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