13g

In a recent experience, I found myself immersed in a journey fueled by the consumption of 13g mixed of libs, albinos and penis envy mushrooms. As their effects coursed through my brains and veins, the familiar boundaries of reality began to blur, and a profound shift unfolded before me.

During this altered state, it felt as if I was traversing the ethereal realms, where the veil between the divine and mortal grew thin. God had made contact. I was Jesus for 10 minutes. Telepathic messages, like whispers from a higher realm, flowed into my consciousness, carrying the weight of sacred wisdom and profound connection.

Within this fleeting moment, The Roman numeral clock on the kitchen wall, once a symbol of steadfast timekeeping, now melted away in a surreal display, challenging the very fabric of what I perceived as real. The X started to dissolve into liquid tendrils, cascading like molten mercury. The once solid world had now become a lucid and low viscosity ripple.

Yet, along with the awe-inspiring revelations came moments of turmoil. Waves of nausea surged through my being, leading me to endure bouts of vomiting, as if purging both physical and emotional burdens. Panic gripped my heart as I grappled with the fear that this extraordinary state of mind could potentially become a permanent reality, forever altering my perception of the world.

In the midst of this labyrinthine journey, my mind wove intricate narratives. I found myself immersed in the realms of a digital game, where the world around me transformed into a mosaic of small, cerulean cubes. I became a human embodiment of the legendary PacMan, navigating through this pixelated reality. Closing each door became a poignant act, laden with a sense of finality, as if I was bidding farewell to fragments of my own existence. In these moments, I felt both the weight of solitude and the vastness of an entire universe that seemingly resided within the confines of my being.

As night cast its shadow, a certain unease nestled within me. The prospect of surrendering to sleep became entangled with a sense of apprehension, as I feared drifting into limbo. A liminal realm. An emptiness from which I may never awaken.

Yet, amidst these haunting uncertainties, a gradual acceptance emerged from the depths of my being. I made peace with the transient nature of existence, embracing the notion of mortality and the delicate dance of impermanence.

I, albeit with a begrudgingly reluctance, had accepted death.

Within this extraordinary tapestry of experience, I transcended the boundaries of my ordinary self, delving into realms that intertwined the sacred with the profane and the ultimately terrifying crescendo of having to rol over and accept the end of my existence.

TLDR: 13 g is too much.