Whenever I do nitrous, I see this same truth. The truth is that the universe has four phases. Being high on nitrous and seeing the structure is one of the four states.
There’s some kind of four-phase clockwork thing chugging along. Normal existence I think is one of the states?
I can’t remember. All I can remember is being astounded, every time, that I’m back in the “aware of what’s going on phase”, and I struggle mightily to remember the lesson, knowing I won’t be able to because the next phase is defined by my ignorance of it.
It’s maddening.
I’d love to do some serious ketamine sometime. I did a little line at a party once in 2006 and that was for my ketamine experience. It was a tiny bump and didn’t really affect me much. Nothing even remotely psychedelic, that I recall.
At that same party I did a huge hit of fucking homemade habanero extract (on purpose) and that was way more mind-blowing.
Whenever I do nitrous, I see this same truth. The truth is that the universe has four phases. Being high on nitrous and seeing the structure is one of the four states.
There’s some kind of four-phase clockwork thing chugging along. Normal existence I think is one of the states?
I can’t remember. All I can remember is being astounded, every time, that I’m back in the “aware of what’s going on phase”, and I struggle mightily to remember the lesson, knowing I won’t be able to because the next phase is defined by my ignorance of it.
It’s maddening.
I’d love to do some serious ketamine sometime. I did a little line at a party once in 2006 and that was for my ketamine experience. It was a tiny bump and didn’t really affect me much. Nothing even remotely psychedelic, that I recall.
At that same party I did a huge hit of fucking homemade habanero extract (on purpose) and that was way more mind-blowing.
K and nitrous… that’s mothers love.