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| Anonymous Coward User ID: 64759476 United States11/04/2014 07:48 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | I don't know if anyone here can relate to the delusional thoughts of a madman but every so often I have the most bizarre ideas and fantasies. Quoting: C. M. Ducks Once, back when I was in my active addiction, I smoked a joint that I'm pretty sure was laced with something, perhaps PCP, and became convinced that everyone in my family and my immediate surrounding were govt/mil operatives and that I was genetically modified or designed and my mother was actually a surrogate and my dad was a government stooge who would report my developmental progress to his handlers. I saw a conspiracy unfold all around me, that most buildings, warehouses even stores were all a front for govt/mil based experiments or that there were hidden operations being carried out. There was also something sinister about colors on logos and signs around the city that designated certain functions of those corporations or places. Everything around me, electrical frequencies and signals were capable of recording and transmitting my words back to some unseen listener who could then communicate back to me. I was receiving messages through television and radio broadcasts that were speaking directly to me about things going on in my personal life. I noticed an intricate system of gangstalkers and watchers the activity of which began to intensify rapidly around that time. People would walk past me and mutter messages and phrases back to me, things I had said online or to someone else in a private conversation, I suppose in an attempt to tell me that they were listening. This all went on for several weeks after one joint, I don't know what the hell it was that I smoked but it screwed my head up really bad. I'm just making this post because these things have been on my mind again lately and I'm trying to make sense of everything. Drugs are bad, mkay? Lol! Went through the exact same thing almost to the T. But I wasn't doing drugs when it happened to me. Really? Can you please share? If you don't feel comfortable relating the story here, go to my blog and you can comment on any of the posts to leave your email address. I'm trying to make sense of this and would be helped tremendously to hear your experience. My car stereo was speaking to me and sometimes about me, I was seeing messages, road signs, store logos didn't seem right, people in grocery store were saying things to me as I walked by them, was being stalked on glp with synchronicity somehow, found a double ended tool at work with my last name on it. Before I picked it up I told myself there better not be any codes on this too or I'm going to lose my mind. I spun it around and imprinted on the metallic shirt clip was my last name. "The brand name" at this point I feel like the town is playing a sick game on me, So I start giving people who I think are in on it poker cards. One guy asked me "why did you give me a poker card? and why do I get an ace of spades?" I told him "because I'm winning a poker game" and walked out of the store. I got home and there was a lady digging in a garbage can outside my apartment looking for cans. I immediately recognized the giant poker chip on her sweatshirt and the words said "You may be playing the game, but you're still losing" That freaked me out... I got on glp and then I saw a thread labeled "ace of spades" street lights were going off when I walked under them. Some people appeared to be aware of what was going on with me, would give me vindictive smiles. And there was something about flowers, I can't remember what the lady said. Playing with the queen of hearts started playing on the radio on my way to work, and as it was playing I noticed a lady bug crawling on me and saw that it had heart shaped spots... as soon as I lost my job it all stopped. |
| Dionysian User ID: 61917558  Canada11/04/2014 07:51 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Did you ever notice the tendency to overorganize and metaphorically repress potential that is manifest in both the 'normal' populace and exaggeratedly so in those deemed manic or mentally ill. Somehow it becomes a crime to entertain one's thoughts,so much so that mock agents of repression are literally integrated into the environment and mass conspiracy agendas link every breath. I say speak your mind and see what bounces back. The first prison is one of assumption. Simply because a view is held in majority does not make it an unalterable reality. Cheers |
C. M. Ducks (OP) User ID: 64846038 United States11/04/2014 07:54 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | I don't know if anyone here can relate to the delusional thoughts of a madman but every so often I have the most bizarre ideas and fantasies. Quoting: C. M. Ducks Once, back when I was in my active addiction, I smoked a joint that I'm pretty sure was laced with something, perhaps PCP, and became convinced that everyone in my family and my immediate surrounding were govt/mil operatives and that I was genetically modified or designed and my mother was actually a surrogate and my dad was a government stooge who would report my developmental progress to his handlers. I saw a conspiracy unfold all around me, that most buildings, warehouses even stores were all a front for govt/mil based experiments or that there were hidden operations being carried out. There was also something sinister about colors on logos and signs around the city that designated certain functions of those corporations or places. Everything around me, electrical frequencies and signals were capable of recording and transmitting my words back to some unseen listener who could then communicate back to me. I was receiving messages through television and radio broadcasts that were speaking directly to me about things going on in my personal life. I noticed an intricate system of gangstalkers and watchers the activity of which began to intensify rapidly around that time. People would walk past me and mutter messages and phrases back to me, things I had said online or to someone else in a private conversation, I suppose in an attempt to tell me that they were listening. This all went on for several weeks after one joint, I don't know what the hell it was that I smoked but it screwed my head up really bad. I'm just making this post because these things have been on my mind again lately and I'm trying to make sense of everything. Drugs are bad, mkay? Lol! Went through the exact same thing almost to the T. But I wasn't doing drugs when it happened to me. Really? Can you please share? If you don't feel comfortable relating the story here, go to my blog and you can comment on any of the posts to leave your email address. I'm trying to make sense of this and would be helped tremendously to hear your experience. My car stereo was speaking to me and sometimes about me, I was seeing messages, road signs, store logos didn't seem right, people in grocery store were saying things to me as I walked by them, was being stalked on glp with synchronicity somehow, found a double ended tool at work with my last name on it. Before I picked it up I told myself there better not be any codes on this too or I'm going to lose my mind. I spun it around and imprinted on the metallic shirt clip was my last name. "The brand name" at this point I feel like the town is playing a sick game on me, So I start giving people who I think are in on it poker cards. One guy asked me "why did you give me a poker card? and why do I get an ace of spades?" I told him "because I'm winning a poker game" and walked out of the store. I got home and there was a lady digging in a garbage can outside my apartment looking for cans. I immediately recognized the giant poker chip on her sweatshirt and the words said "You may be playing the game, but you're still losing" That freaked me out... I got on glp and then I saw a thread labeled "ace of spades" street lights were going off when I walked under them. Some people appeared to be aware of what was going on with me, would give me vindictive smiles. And there was something about flowers, I can't remember what the lady said. Playing with the queen of hearts started playing on the radio on my way to work, and as it was playing I noticed a lady bug crawling on me and saw that it had heart shaped spots... as soon as I lost my job it all stopped. Wow that is intense! I shared on GLP a while back about how I died and experienced hell and was given the choice to come back after an experience with a Divine Intelligence, after that thread I found a piece of paper at the bus stop that said, "How was Heaven and Hell, kiddo?" Freaked me the fuck out. Yours sounds very crazy but I believe you. Can you elaborate more on how you felt about the signs and store logos? That was a big deal to me. I want to see what you thought about it. "To be frank, I think his world had vanished long before he ever entered it. But I must say he certainly sustained the illusion with a marvelous grace." [link to divisibledefeat.wordpress.com] |
| Anonymous Coward User ID: 64716469 Canada11/04/2014 07:57 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | i've seen some of my best friend suffer from the same thing after bad batch of pc or after a week on pills, sad . Quoting: Anonymous Coward 64716469 You mean PCP? What did they go through? ya i mean pcp . two of my best friend . one after being diagnosed continued the dope and is at the penitenciary for murder attempt , he tried to burn one of our friend with an aerosol can . the other took too much medication and is still disconnected . i think its asbout mental toughness , i've seen some dude take so much dope even an horse would die but they came back . stay strong . |
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| Anonymous Coward User ID: 61480609 United States11/04/2014 08:00 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | remember its just a ride. ive experienced exactly this, and it was after smoking lots of weed for a period of time but went on for months after stopping. everything was significant, and it definately seemed like some outer intelligent energy was playing games with me. i delt with it by playing back and trying to have fun with it. if somethings trying to speak to you, listen in and stay observant, but remember that you still ultimately control yourself. |
| Anonymous Coward User ID: 62042774 United States11/04/2014 08:01 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | I don't know if anyone here can relate to the delusional thoughts of a madman but every so often I have the most bizarre ideas and fantasies. Quoting: C. M. Ducks Once, back when I was in my active addiction, I smoked a joint that I'm pretty sure was laced with something, perhaps PCP, and became convinced that everyone in my family and my immediate surrounding were govt/mil operatives and that I was genetically modified or designed and my mother was actually a surrogate and my dad was a government stooge who would report my developmental progress to his handlers. I saw a conspiracy unfold all around me, that most buildings, warehouses even stores were all a front for govt/mil based experiments or that there were hidden operations being carried out. There was also something sinister about colors on logos and signs around the city that designated certain functions of those corporations or places. Everything around me, electrical frequencies and signals were capable of recording and transmitting my words back to some unseen listener who could then communicate back to me. I was receiving messages through television and radio broadcasts that were speaking directly to me about things going on in my personal life. I noticed an intricate system of gangstalkers and watchers the activity of which began to intensify rapidly around that time. People would walk past me and mutter messages and phrases back to me, things I had said online or to someone else in a private conversation, I suppose in an attempt to tell me that they were listening. This all went on for several weeks after one joint, I don't know what the hell it was that I smoked but it screwed my head up really bad. I'm just making this post because these things have been on my mind again lately and I'm trying to make sense of everything. Drugs are bad, mkay? Lol! Please don't be offended, but... It's possible you may have some type of latent schizo-effective disorder, and when you smoked that joint, whatever was in it "unlocked" or activated" it. Many schizo-affective disorders do not manifest until a person is in their late 20's/early 30's. OR it's possible you experienced drug-induced psychosis. See: [link to www.minddisorders.com] If I were you, I'd contact a psychologist/psychiatrist to see if this may be the case. |
| Anonymous Coward User ID: 64821465  Japan11/04/2014 08:04 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | ... Quoting: Phoenix Byte Went through the exact same thing almost to the T. But I wasn't doing drugs when it happened to me. Really? Can you please share? If you don't feel comfortable relating the story here, go to my blog and you can comment on any of the posts to leave your email address. I'm trying to make sense of this and would be helped tremendously to hear your experience. My car stereo was speaking to me and sometimes about me, I was seeing messages, road signs, store logos didn't seem right, people in grocery store were saying things to me as I walked by them, was being stalked on glp with synchronicity somehow, found a double ended tool at work with my last name on it. Before I picked it up I told myself there better not be any codes on this too or I'm going to lose my mind. I spun it around and imprinted on the metallic shirt clip was my last name. "The brand name" at this point I feel like the town is playing a sick game on me, So I start giving people who I think are in on it poker cards. One guy asked me "why did you give me a poker card? and why do I get an ace of spades?" I told him "because I'm winning a poker game" and walked out of the store. I got home and there was a lady digging in a garbage can outside my apartment looking for cans. I immediately recognized the giant poker chip on her sweatshirt and the words said "You may be playing the game, but you're still losing" That freaked me out... I got on glp and then I saw a thread labeled "ace of spades" street lights were going off when I walked under them. Some people appeared to be aware of what was going on with me, would give me vindictive smiles. And there was something about flowers, I can't remember what the lady said. Playing with the queen of hearts started playing on the radio on my way to work, and as it was playing I noticed a lady bug crawling on me and saw that it had heart shaped spots... as soon as I lost my job it all stopped. Wow that is intense! I shared on GLP a while back about how I died and experienced hell and was given the choice to come back after an experience with a Divine Intelligence, after that thread I found a piece of paper at the bus stop that said, "How was Heaven and Hell, kiddo?" Freaked me the fuck out. Yours sounds very crazy but I believe you. Can you elaborate more on how you felt about the signs and store logos? That was a big deal to me. I want to see what you thought about it. They didn't appear to be in the right locations. And since I started looking for the "codes" I guess I subconsciously got paranoid about street signs. Whatever happened, I was sensitized into losing my mind over simple things that were probably not even related to what was actually going on. Whatever it was won, because I ended up in the hospital and lost my Job. |
| Anonymous Coward User ID: 37389491 United States11/04/2014 08:04 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | I don't know if anyone here can relate to the delusional thoughts of a madman but every so often I have the most bizarre ideas and fantasies. Quoting: C. M. Ducks Once, back when I was in my active addiction, I smoked a joint that I'm pretty sure was laced with something, perhaps PCP, and became convinced that everyone in my family and my immediate surrounding were govt/mil operatives and that I was genetically modified or designed and my mother was actually a surrogate and my dad was a government stooge who would report my developmental progress to his handlers. I saw a conspiracy unfold all around me, that most buildings, warehouses even stores were all a front for govt/mil based experiments or that there were hidden operations being carried out. There was also something sinister about colors on logos and signs around the city that designated certain functions of those corporations or places. Everything around me, electrical frequencies and signals were capable of recording and transmitting my words back to some unseen listener who could then communicate back to me. I was receiving messages through television and radio broadcasts that were speaking directly to me about things going on in my personal life. I noticed an intricate system of gangstalkers and watchers the activity of which began to intensify rapidly around that time. People would walk past me and mutter messages and phrases back to me, things I had said online or to someone else in a private conversation, I suppose in an attempt to tell me that they were listening. This all went on for several weeks after one joint, I don't know what the hell it was that I smoked but it screwed my head up really bad. I'm just making this post because these things have been on my mind again lately and I'm trying to make sense of everything. Drugs are bad, mkay? Lol! Excuse my language, but why the fuck would anyone ever deliberately put themselves through THAT...?.. Seriously :nothappys: |
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| Anonymous Coward User ID: 63188456 United States11/04/2014 08:08 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | There was also something sinister about colors on logos and signs around the city Quoting: C. M. Ducks Perhaps the drugs you took make certain colors seem more brighter? When I was on MTX (a form of chemotherapy) I swear the color red became brighter/semi-iridescent, while the color yellow seemed dimmer. It made shopping a bit frustrating, because brands with red logos and packaging stood out more, while brands with lots of yellow seemed impossible to find. Worst of all, it made Coke's obnoxious product placement on television shows especially noticeable (for example, the American Idol judges being paid to hold Coke glasses). The side-effect of MTX slowly faded a few weeks after I finished my last dosage (It has a very powerful effect on the liver, so I guess it took awhile to clear out). |
| Anonymous Coward User ID: 64821465 Japan11/04/2014 08:09 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | remember its just a ride. ive experienced exactly this, and it was after smoking lots of weed for a period of time but went on for months after stopping. everything was significant, and it definately seemed like some outer intelligent energy was playing games with me. i delt with it by playing back and trying to have fun with it. if somethings trying to speak to you, listen in and stay observant, but remember that you still ultimately control yourself. Quoting: Anonymous Coward 61480609  |
| C. M. Ducks (OP) User ID: 64846038 United States11/04/2014 08:12 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | I don't know if anyone here can relate to the delusional thoughts of a madman but every so often I have the most bizarre ideas and fantasies. Quoting: C. M. Ducks Once, back when I was in my active addiction, I smoked a joint that I'm pretty sure was laced with something, perhaps PCP, and became convinced that everyone in my family and my immediate surrounding were govt/mil operatives and that I was genetically modified or designed and my mother was actually a surrogate and my dad was a government stooge who would report my developmental progress to his handlers. I saw a conspiracy unfold all around me, that most buildings, warehouses even stores were all a front for govt/mil based experiments or that there were hidden operations being carried out. There was also something sinister about colors on logos and signs around the city that designated certain functions of those corporations or places. Everything around me, electrical frequencies and signals were capable of recording and transmitting my words back to some unseen listener who could then communicate back to me. I was receiving messages through television and radio broadcasts that were speaking directly to me about things going on in my personal life. I noticed an intricate system of gangstalkers and watchers the activity of which began to intensify rapidly around that time. People would walk past me and mutter messages and phrases back to me, things I had said online or to someone else in a private conversation, I suppose in an attempt to tell me that they were listening. This all went on for several weeks after one joint, I don't know what the hell it was that I smoked but it screwed my head up really bad. I'm just making this post because these things have been on my mind again lately and I'm trying to make sense of everything. Drugs are bad, mkay? Lol! Excuse my language, but why the fuck would anyone ever deliberately put themselves through THAT...?.. Seriously :nothappys: Well I didn't intentionally put myself through that. I didn't know the joint was laced. I never want go go through that again. It fucked withe so bad. "To be frank, I think his world had vanished long before he ever entered it. But I must say he certainly sustained the illusion with a marvelous grace." [link to divisibledefeat.wordpress.com] |
| C. M. Ducks (OP) User ID: 64846038 United States11/04/2014 08:13 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | I don't know if anyone here can relate to the delusional thoughts of a madman but every so often I have the most bizarre ideas and fantasies. Quoting: C. M. Ducks Once, back when I was in my active addiction, I smoked a joint that I'm pretty sure was laced with something, perhaps PCP, and became convinced that everyone in my family and my immediate surrounding were govt/mil operatives and that I was genetically modified or designed and my mother was actually a surrogate and my dad was a government stooge who would report my developmental progress to his handlers. I saw a conspiracy unfold all around me, that most buildings, warehouses even stores were all a front for govt/mil based experiments or that there were hidden operations being carried out. There was also something sinister about colors on logos and signs around the city that designated certain functions of those corporations or places. Everything around me, electrical frequencies and signals were capable of recording and transmitting my words back to some unseen listener who could then communicate back to me. I was receiving messages through television and radio broadcasts that were speaking directly to me about things going on in my personal life. I noticed an intricate system of gangstalkers and watchers the activity of which began to intensify rapidly around that time. People would walk past me and mutter messages and phrases back to me, things I had said online or to someone else in a private conversation, I suppose in an attempt to tell me that they were listening. This all went on for several weeks after one joint, I don't know what the hell it was that I smoked but it screwed my head up really bad. I'm just making this post because these things have been on my mind again lately and I'm trying to make sense of everything. Drugs are bad, mkay? Lol! Please don't be offended, but... It's possible you may have some type of latent schizo-effective disorder, and when you smoked that joint, whatever was in it "unlocked" or activated" it. Many schizo-affective disorders do not manifest until a person is in their late 20's/early 30's. OR it's possible you experienced drug-induced psychosis. See: [link to www.minddisorders.com] If I were you, I'd contact a psychologist/psychiatrist to see if this may be the case. Well this was all about four years ago. Is it still possible to see if it can be diagnosed or checked now? "To be frank, I think his world had vanished long before he ever entered it. But I must say he certainly sustained the illusion with a marvelous grace." [link to divisibledefeat.wordpress.com] |
| C. M. Ducks (OP) User ID: 64846038 United States11/04/2014 08:15 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Thank you to whoever pinned this. "To be frank, I think his world had vanished long before he ever entered it. But I must say he certainly sustained the illusion with a marvelous grace." [link to divisibledefeat.wordpress.com] |
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| Anonymous Coward User ID: 62042774 United States11/04/2014 08:17 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | I don't know if anyone here can relate to the delusional thoughts of a madman but every so often I have the most bizarre ideas and fantasies. Quoting: C. M. Ducks Once, back when I was in my active addiction, I smoked a joint that I'm pretty sure was laced with something, perhaps PCP, and became convinced that everyone in my family and my immediate surrounding were govt/mil operatives and that I was genetically modified or designed and my mother was actually a surrogate and my dad was a government stooge who would report my developmental progress to his handlers. I saw a conspiracy unfold all around me, that most buildings, warehouses even stores were all a front for govt/mil based experiments or that there were hidden operations being carried out. There was also something sinister about colors on logos and signs around the city that designated certain functions of those corporations or places. Everything around me, electrical frequencies and signals were capable of recording and transmitting my words back to some unseen listener who could then communicate back to me. I was receiving messages through television and radio broadcasts that were speaking directly to me about things going on in my personal life. I noticed an intricate system of gangstalkers and watchers the activity of which began to intensify rapidly around that time. People would walk past me and mutter messages and phrases back to me, things I had said online or to someone else in a private conversation, I suppose in an attempt to tell me that they were listening. This all went on for several weeks after one joint, I don't know what the hell it was that I smoked but it screwed my head up really bad. I'm just making this post because these things have been on my mind again lately and I'm trying to make sense of everything. Drugs are bad, mkay? Lol! Please don't be offended, but... It's possible you may have some type of latent schizo-effective disorder, and when you smoked that joint, whatever was in it "unlocked" or activated" it. Many schizo-affective disorders do not manifest until a person is in their late 20's/early 30's. OR it's possible you experienced drug-induced psychosis. See: [link to www.minddisorders.com] If I were you, I'd contact a psychologist/psychiatrist to see if this may be the case. Well this was all about four years ago. Is it still possible to see if it can be diagnosed or checked now? Firstly, a psychiatrist/psychologist can tell you if it is possible what you experienced was just drug induced psychosis. One can also help you to figure out if you actually DO have an underlying schizoaffective disorder and whether it was most likely either caused by the drug and is a one time thing , or caused by the drug and is permanent, or if the drug "unlocked" a disorder that was pre-existing, etc... |
| C. M. Ducks (OP) User ID: 64846038 United States11/04/2014 08:19 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Maybe, maybe not. I share openly about my experiences especially as an addict in recovery. I'm just trying to make sense of what I went through. I wish you would share more of your stories, I like hearing them because they remind me of my own experiences. Well, perhaps I will. I'm at an NA meeting right now so a little slow to reply but I might share some. I have a truly bizarre one that involves finding a "magic staff", fighting demons, partnering with an ex Illuminati whistleblower fugitive and ending up in the psych ward. This occurred around the same time as this drug psychosis. "To be frank, I think his world had vanished long before he ever entered it. But I must say he certainly sustained the illusion with a marvelous grace." [link to divisibledefeat.wordpress.com] |
| C. M. Ducks (OP) User ID: 64846038 United States11/04/2014 08:20 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | I don't know if anyone here can relate to the delusional thoughts of a madman but every so often I have the most bizarre ideas and fantasies. Quoting: C. M. Ducks Once, back when I was in my active addiction, I smoked a joint that I'm pretty sure was laced with something, perhaps PCP, and became convinced that everyone in my family and my immediate surrounding were govt/mil operatives and that I was genetically modified or designed and my mother was actually a surrogate and my dad was a government stooge who would report my developmental progress to his handlers. I saw a conspiracy unfold all around me, that most buildings, warehouses even stores were all a front for govt/mil based experiments or that there were hidden operations being carried out. There was also something sinister about colors on logos and signs around the city that designated certain functions of those corporations or places. Everything around me, electrical frequencies and signals were capable of recording and transmitting my words back to some unseen listener who could then communicate back to me. I was receiving messages through television and radio broadcasts that were speaking directly to me about things going on in my personal life. I noticed an intricate system of gangstalkers and watchers the activity of which began to intensify rapidly around that time. People would walk past me and mutter messages and phrases back to me, things I had said online or to someone else in a private conversation, I suppose in an attempt to tell me that they were listening. This all went on for several weeks after one joint, I don't know what the hell it was that I smoked but it screwed my head up really bad. I'm just making this post because these things have been on my mind again lately and I'm trying to make sense of everything. Drugs are bad, mkay? Lol! Please don't be offended, but... It's possible you may have some type of latent schizo-effective disorder, and when you smoked that joint, whatever was in it "unlocked" or activated" it. Many schizo-affective disorders do not manifest until a person is in their late 20's/early 30's. OR it's possible you experienced drug-induced psychosis. See: [link to www.minddisorders.com] If I were you, I'd contact a psychologist/psychiatrist to see if this may be the case. Well this was all about four years ago. Is it still possible to see if it can be diagnosed or checked now? Firstly, a psychiatrist/psychologist can tell you if it is possible what you experienced was just drug induced psychosis. One can also help you to figure out if you actually DO have an underlying schizoaffective disorder and whether it was most likely either caused by the drug and is a one time thing , or caused by the drug and is permanent, or if the drug "unlocked" a disorder that was pre-existing, etc... I think that'd be worth looking into. "To be frank, I think his world had vanished long before he ever entered it. But I must say he certainly sustained the illusion with a marvelous grace." [link to divisibledefeat.wordpress.com] |
| Anonymous Coward User ID: 9735845 United States11/04/2014 08:25 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | I get fucked up just like that sometimes. Coming down from mushrooms or acid would be tough. Happened to me a couple times on hash and weed. I'm almost positive it wasn't laced. Just some good shit that was harvested a little too early. |
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| Anonymous Coward User ID: 17396935 United States11/04/2014 08:32 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Took acid and thought I was Jesus Christ. Yeah drugs will do that to you. I felt like money at the time. I vaguely remember the guy who gave me the acid said he was from the CIA and I was in the ROOM. Don't do drugs kids stay in school. And if you do drugs in school don't pull the fire alarm. |
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| C. M. Ducks (OP) User ID: 64846038 United States11/04/2014 08:50 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | I just tried to post something, a story related to the initial experience I shared but it won't let me put it on here. "To be frank, I think his world had vanished long before he ever entered it. But I must say he certainly sustained the illusion with a marvelous grace." [link to divisibledefeat.wordpress.com] |
| Anonymous Coward User ID: 61917558 Canada11/04/2014 08:54 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Did you ever notice the tendency to overorganize and metaphorically repress potential that is manifest in both the 'normal' populace and exaggeratedly so in those deemed manic or mentally ill. Quoting: Dionysian 61917558 Somehow it becomes a crime to entertain one's thoughts,so much so that mock agents of repression are literally integrated into the environment and mass conspiracy agendas link every breath. I say speak your mind and see what bounces back. The first prison is one of assumption. Simply because a view is held in majority does not make it an unalterable reality. Cheers You ever read Don Quixote? |
| Anticain User ID: 40959433 United States11/04/2014 08:55 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | The drug Vyvanse caused me to have very similar delusions, OP. Doctor put me on that drug for a month "to help improve mental focus." I went OFF THE RAILS. Vyvanse is medical-grade meth. Ever see the movie A Beautiful Mind? Wikipedia "Also in the Kabbalah, Samael was said to be the Serpent who tempted Eve into sin. He even seduced and impregnated her with Cain." Genesis 3: 14-15 14The LORD God said to the serpent, "Because you have done this...I will put enmity between you and the woman, And between your seed and her seed" Genesis 4:11-12 So the Lord said to Cain..."now you are cursed from the earth...When you till the ground, it shall no longer yield its strength to you. A fugitive and a vagabond you shall be on the earth.” I Chronicles 2:55 And the families of the scribes...These are the Kenites ["sons of Cain"] who came from Hammath, the father of the house of Rekab. Jeremiah 35 Then I set bowls full of wine and some cups before the Rekabites ["sons of Rekab"] and said to them, “Drink some wine.” But they replied, “We do not drink wine, because our forefather Jehonadab son of Rekab gave us this command: ‘Neither you nor your descendants must ever drink wine. Also you must never build houses, sow seed or plant vineyards; you must never have any of these things, but must always live in tents. Then you will live a long time in the land where you are nomads.’ We have obeyed everything our forefather Jehonadab son of Rekab commanded us...We have lived in tents and have fully obeyed everything our forefather Jehonadab commanded us. But when Nebuchadnezzar king of Babylon invaded this land, we said, ‘Come, we must go to Jerusalem to escape the Babylonianb and Aramean armies.’ So we have remained in Jerusalem.” Matthew 23 “Woe to you, scribes [Kenites/Rekabites] and Pharisees, hypocrites!...Fill up, then, the measure of your fathers. You serpents, you brood of vipers, how are you to escape being sentenced to hell? Therefore I send you prophets and wise men and scribes, some of whom you will kill and crucify, and some you will flog in your synagogues and persecute from town to town, so that on you may come all the righteous blood shed on earth, from the blood of righteous Abel to the blood of Zechariah the son of Barachiah..." |
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