GHoSToKeR
04-13-2005, 04:59 AM
We've all been through The Experience. Most of us have been through it too many times to even remember. Hell, if we hadn't then we wouldn't be posting on this website. But how many times do we actually stop and think about what we're doing? We pack the bowl, roll the joint, prepare the , but I - and, I imagine, most people - am usually so preoccupied with the comings and goings of every day life, the constant chattering of the television in the corner of the room, the worries about what to wear, say, eat and do, that I never have time (or the clarity of mind) to actually sit back and reflect on The Experience. So, sit back with me as I smoke this bong (it's been sitting next to the keyboard for oh, five minutes now, but I can't sleep so I saved it for this) and share this moment and my understanding of it with you. Here I go...
The Experience
From Start...
As I lowered the flame on to the bud, and seeing as how i'm in such a reflective and introspective mood, I realised how lucky we are; that nature has provided us with this 'gift', this escape. This wonderful plant - no different from any other apart from the way it effects some of the creatures on this planet - has been given to us to make the most of. Thinking this, I smiled as I lit up.
I coughed slightly. I'm in no way a veteran smoker, but i've consumed my fair share of bud, and for my age I am relatively experienced, but I still cough every time I take a hit from a bong or a bowl, or the first toke of a joint. In a way I enjoy this cough, or at least appreciate it for what it is - a reminder that you can never [i]completely know what to expect when you light up; that no matter how much of a stoner you may think you are, you can still utter a small "Ahem" after the first toke.
'The cough', for me, is the first reminder that i'm in for a great, sometimes even profound, experience; The Experience.
As the first wave of THC starts to creep in to every atom of my brain, my mind begins to fog up. (I just laughed at something, and I don't know what it was. I love this part.) Strangely, with this 'fog' comes an immense sense of clarity. A sense of understanding. This feeling of understanding is like no other. Everything from from physics to composing music seems so simple, and yet complicated at the same time; I can see past all the complications to the fundamental principles of everything.
As an example, I just read something in the local newspaper. A local politician is causing a lot of problems for the local government because he refuses to take down his website, a website on which he has posted many derogatry comments about his colleagues. Alot of people would just think he's being an asshole, and maybe he is, but when enjoying The Experience, even silly things like that can become so complex and so simple at the same time. I seem to be able to understand his motives behind making these comments about his colleagues, why he refuses to take the comments or his website down. I seem to be able to see how he is only doing what he's been 'programmed' to do. He was born, and from that moment on everything he knows, everything he does, is all a product of his upbringing - he is refusing to do these things because that is what he's been taught to do. I can imagine what this guy's childhood must have been like, how his parents treated him, how their parents treated them, and so on. I can see his whole pattern of behaviour as a kind of map to his past. I don't know if i'm making sense, but in a strange way, I know I am.
Wow. I think i've got to the 'zoning out' stage already. One minute I was focused on one thing, one task, and then BAM, 15 minutes have passed and I realised i'd just been sitting there tripping out to the music i'm listening to (Red Hot Chili Peppers - Blood Sugar Sex Magik). This part of The Experience is a strange one. In a way it's almost refreshing, to ride the wave of your imagination, for an instance becoming so engrossed in your own thoughts that you forget about the world around you. And yet, it's somewhat disorientating, confusing. Almost as if our brains have not progressed enough to handle the 'level' that cannabis can put us on, and resorts to expressing this feeling as a kind of bewilderment. Woah, I don't know if it's just me, but I must still be at the 'understanding' stage to be able to analize myself like that. Or maybe not. I'll look at this tomorrow and see if any of that made sense.
As much as I try, I can't seem to be able to express enough the feeling, the comprehension, the euphoria that cannabis gives you. I mean, writing is what I do, what I love doing, and yet words fail me.
I think for now i'll leave you with that, if you even managed to decipher paragraph after paragraph of my inane drivvle. Smoke on guys. Peace and Love. Be Cool :)
...To Finish
The Experience
From Start...
As I lowered the flame on to the bud, and seeing as how i'm in such a reflective and introspective mood, I realised how lucky we are; that nature has provided us with this 'gift', this escape. This wonderful plant - no different from any other apart from the way it effects some of the creatures on this planet - has been given to us to make the most of. Thinking this, I smiled as I lit up.
I coughed slightly. I'm in no way a veteran smoker, but i've consumed my fair share of bud, and for my age I am relatively experienced, but I still cough every time I take a hit from a bong or a bowl, or the first toke of a joint. In a way I enjoy this cough, or at least appreciate it for what it is - a reminder that you can never [i]completely know what to expect when you light up; that no matter how much of a stoner you may think you are, you can still utter a small "Ahem" after the first toke.
'The cough', for me, is the first reminder that i'm in for a great, sometimes even profound, experience; The Experience.
As the first wave of THC starts to creep in to every atom of my brain, my mind begins to fog up. (I just laughed at something, and I don't know what it was. I love this part.) Strangely, with this 'fog' comes an immense sense of clarity. A sense of understanding. This feeling of understanding is like no other. Everything from from physics to composing music seems so simple, and yet complicated at the same time; I can see past all the complications to the fundamental principles of everything.
As an example, I just read something in the local newspaper. A local politician is causing a lot of problems for the local government because he refuses to take down his website, a website on which he has posted many derogatry comments about his colleagues. Alot of people would just think he's being an asshole, and maybe he is, but when enjoying The Experience, even silly things like that can become so complex and so simple at the same time. I seem to be able to understand his motives behind making these comments about his colleagues, why he refuses to take the comments or his website down. I seem to be able to see how he is only doing what he's been 'programmed' to do. He was born, and from that moment on everything he knows, everything he does, is all a product of his upbringing - he is refusing to do these things because that is what he's been taught to do. I can imagine what this guy's childhood must have been like, how his parents treated him, how their parents treated them, and so on. I can see his whole pattern of behaviour as a kind of map to his past. I don't know if i'm making sense, but in a strange way, I know I am.
Wow. I think i've got to the 'zoning out' stage already. One minute I was focused on one thing, one task, and then BAM, 15 minutes have passed and I realised i'd just been sitting there tripping out to the music i'm listening to (Red Hot Chili Peppers - Blood Sugar Sex Magik). This part of The Experience is a strange one. In a way it's almost refreshing, to ride the wave of your imagination, for an instance becoming so engrossed in your own thoughts that you forget about the world around you. And yet, it's somewhat disorientating, confusing. Almost as if our brains have not progressed enough to handle the 'level' that cannabis can put us on, and resorts to expressing this feeling as a kind of bewilderment. Woah, I don't know if it's just me, but I must still be at the 'understanding' stage to be able to analize myself like that. Or maybe not. I'll look at this tomorrow and see if any of that made sense.
As much as I try, I can't seem to be able to express enough the feeling, the comprehension, the euphoria that cannabis gives you. I mean, writing is what I do, what I love doing, and yet words fail me.
I think for now i'll leave you with that, if you even managed to decipher paragraph after paragraph of my inane drivvle. Smoke on guys. Peace and Love. Be Cool :)
...To Finish