Toking with Jesus
07-09-2005, 02:25 AM
I seem to get streams upon streams of the most illogical, abstracted thoughts upon getting blazed up. These abstracted thought are so powerful and intellectualizing, that with my present sober mind, I cannot even GRASP the roots of my thoughts I experience when high. Why, in direct contrast with you stoners, I get outstandingly intensifying effects?
Let me give you an example. The other day when indulging in a bowful of mothernly green bud, after a few moments, I experience extreme ego disaccociation, and lost the concept of myself...lost touch with my mind...with my ego. Next thing you know, I am thinking in a totally different way devoid of my normal thoughts! I feel and think as if I am different person! I forget my name...I lost touch with all social interactions..getting so introspective to the point that I become devoid of all external stimuli.
It always turns out that I become a genious scientist on mission to analyze the computerized network of mathematical equations before me. EVerything around me including the skies, the buildings, the sun all becomes ruptured into trillions of fragmentations of microscopic cells of disimbursed reality, everything consisting of mathematical formulas. Something of a virtual reality..deattached from reality. Everything becomes an abstracted puzzle that I must identify with codes (Dont ask..I cannot explain this) that I get from various receptors in my brain embedded upon. Everything around me, I attach with codes, and process each cell, a part of an object fragmentation, of a given solution in proportion with the codes I refer to my own library. For example, I saw the telephone booth disintegrate into 3,123,900 trillion microscopic cells. I then linked each of these cells in accordance to their classification, each cell having it's own unique identifying code, and from there, I try to relink the codes in every single variation as I can, so as to restructure the matters and atoms sourrounding it. I become introspectively autistic, obsessing in solving every single one of the codes, to identify the given mathematical theorem of each given problem. The telephone booth becomes one large puzzle I must solve.
Weird huh?
Anybody get these split personalities?
Next time I get high (this sunday) I will bring a journal with me, write down everything under the personality of the scientist, and you will see this for yourself. Look for my next thread by sunday night :)
Let me give you an example. The other day when indulging in a bowful of mothernly green bud, after a few moments, I experience extreme ego disaccociation, and lost the concept of myself...lost touch with my mind...with my ego. Next thing you know, I am thinking in a totally different way devoid of my normal thoughts! I feel and think as if I am different person! I forget my name...I lost touch with all social interactions..getting so introspective to the point that I become devoid of all external stimuli.
It always turns out that I become a genious scientist on mission to analyze the computerized network of mathematical equations before me. EVerything around me including the skies, the buildings, the sun all becomes ruptured into trillions of fragmentations of microscopic cells of disimbursed reality, everything consisting of mathematical formulas. Something of a virtual reality..deattached from reality. Everything becomes an abstracted puzzle that I must identify with codes (Dont ask..I cannot explain this) that I get from various receptors in my brain embedded upon. Everything around me, I attach with codes, and process each cell, a part of an object fragmentation, of a given solution in proportion with the codes I refer to my own library. For example, I saw the telephone booth disintegrate into 3,123,900 trillion microscopic cells. I then linked each of these cells in accordance to their classification, each cell having it's own unique identifying code, and from there, I try to relink the codes in every single variation as I can, so as to restructure the matters and atoms sourrounding it. I become introspectively autistic, obsessing in solving every single one of the codes, to identify the given mathematical theorem of each given problem. The telephone booth becomes one large puzzle I must solve.
Weird huh?
Anybody get these split personalities?
Next time I get high (this sunday) I will bring a journal with me, write down everything under the personality of the scientist, and you will see this for yourself. Look for my next thread by sunday night :)