My husband and I took 20mg of THC each in a fruity beverage.
It took a little bit to kick in. For awhile, I only had typical physical drunk feelings.
That’s when everything started turning psychedelic.
I definitely felt like I understood the secrets of the universe and I could talk to any version of myself and review the lessons I learned. I had this incredible appreciation for the words spoken by humans. Everything is true.
Whenever something got scary, I laughed it off and it went away, even demons. I felt the fall into darkness with a negative thought and realized it was a sticky place and hard to get out of, but easy to avoid. From then on, it was all kittens and rainbows.
I could see down any path I wanted except for two places in my future because they are my “greatest achievements here on Earth” and I wanted to “experience them fresh.” I learned not to second-guess my imagination, but trust it for the creative force that it is.
“Am I god?” came up, of course, and this felt like an OBVIOUS question.
I toured my incredible body from the digestive track to the blood vessels (Rick & Morty anyone? Lol.) I got to participate in my body’s active healing and aligned that with everything in the universe, everything creating in musical tandem.
Laughter was magic and love was powerful.
Cats are telepathic because we all are. If your cat respects you, they won’t stop you from experiencing the metaphysical, but they really do want to keep you safe.
The whole time I felt like I was floating, weightless, and out of my body even while being beautifully linked to my body. I met all my spirit guides, but couldn’t recognize them, because I felt like that wasn’t necessary to know just yet. But they represent a palette of colors blending into each other (think different shades of the same color.)
I had a lot more trust in myself. If I said something wasn’t necessary to know, I wholeheartedly believed me. I got to SEE music and FEEL energy and ride the waves of the cosmos.
THAT was a trippy experience.
GW kept falling asleep. 😆 But for awhile he was quiet, awake, and kept whispering “whoa.”
This has been,
FTC
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