Cannabis Journey Recalls Psychedelic Insights on Reality

Here we go… for starters, I’ve never had such an experience with marijuana before. The thoughts I had, the state I was in, was honestly incredibly similar to shroom trips I’ve had. This time, though, it seems I’ve been permitted to remember. That’s why I’m writing. It’s important to mention that what I experienced was communicated to me… in other words, it was a demonstration rather than my own contemplation. Not so differently from past weed experiences, I almost immediately started seeing the people around me differently, maybe more as the characters they are rather than the idealized image I’ve established in my head. T kind of put me off, just the way she was carrying herself in such an odd manner, but there were moments when I actually appreciated seeing her from this angle, like when she was shooting photos of M saying, “yess, just like that. That’s perfect. I’m in the midst of a model right now.” She just played the role so well, and, while it was odd no doubt, it was quite hilarious. S was just being his incredibly strange, authentic, and silly self. A was interesting… that is, she was very casual, very chill, yet seemed a bit performative I think? Just based on the words she pulled from her quip and the way she moved; her whole persona seemed curated to me. K was just there. M was definitely the most mind-boggling case. She seemed very pretty; her whole essence was that of a pretty girl. But I felt a bit weird interacting with her romantically. I was struggling to understand how the floating, wet, strange sensation of lips colliding could be something beautiful. Beauty was reflected through her whole being, but I couldn’t seem to find it in the physicality of the moment, like it was honestly just bizarre. To be honest, she felt like a home base amid this psychedelic, difficult experience. She was comfort amid the discomfort of the hangout. I asked if she wanted to leave and she agreed, so we went back to the warm car and listened to a bit of music. That was when the memories from my shroom trips came flooding back in… I remembered near all of it. I realized that I’ve become aware of my confinement, become aware of the absurd, ridiculous nature of this reality. Memories struggle to piece together, everything seems inexplicable, and it’s because I’ve woken up from the dream that was my life until this point, the years I went along with it all, unquestioningly, content in my ignorance. I must now continue in the dream, as this life is my story, absurd or not. But, once again, I began to see reality for what it is. The external world and my internal world were united. I saw that I am the offspring of life, the earth. Existence is me; I am existence. Phrases like “the world in the palm of your hand” and “there’s an entire world in your head” kept circulating my thoughts. Reality in all its complexity centered in my mind. One distinction worth making is that normal life, the place I am right now, is an entirely different plane of existence from “the plane of truth,” a heaven of sorts, the place I keep ending up. Weed brought back the memories, but shrooms actually connected me with that place. When I’ve been there, faint voices have said, “We’re so excited you’re here. We’ve been waiting so long. You did so well.”

A cannabis experience unexpectedly mirrored past psilocybin trips, allowing the user to recall profound insights about the absurd nature of reality and their unity with existence. This realization, described as waking from a lifelong dream, highlights a perceived separation between 'normal life' and a 'plane of truth,' offering comfort and validation from 'voices' during psychedelic states.

Continuation: I wrote that passage on the way to my tennis game. I am now at said game, sitting on the sidelines, not playing. I actually feel quite comfortable and quite prepared to return to my story. I’m also comfortable accepting the degree of ignorance that comes with returning to regular life. I embrace the knowledge I hold beneath the conscious surface.

that integration piece is real. the fact that you can sit with the knowledge without needing to constantly interrogate it or prove it to others... that's actually the move. a lot of people get stuck trying to hold onto the state itself, but you're doing something different, sounds like you're letting it live underneath while you play tennis and just exist. the thing about the voices and that sense of being welcomed back, i've heard similar from others over the years. worth staying curious about what that communication actually represents without needing to nail it down too quickly. could be something profound, could be your psyche's way of processing integration, could be both. the important part seems to be that it's giving you permission to carry the knowing without making it weird in everyday life.

I enjoyed reading this, and feel as if I have had similar experiences in my own story. I hope to see more of your thoughts and I hope your having a great day.