How many of you have had a wicked trip on any drugs? Stories please. :)
Had many on just about everything. On an unrelated note I can't remember any details... maybe slightly related.
I talked to my dead friend on a Psilocybin trip. Would that be interesting for you gusy to hear?
Hell yeah.
There for a while I was doing shrooms quite a bit. One time I got talked into doing some before going to a party. Not a good idea at all as I had never been to populated function while on shrooms. While at the party I peak and this one guy, who was way shorter than me, comes up to me and starts grilling me. He knows I'm on something because my pupils are ginormous and well.....I kept staring at the wallpaper in the room. Anyways, While in my drugged up state I get it in my head that this guy is a leprechaun (short guys, red hair, wearing some green) and it freaks out. I went from good shroom trip to bad shroom trip in a matter of seconds once this guy started grilling me and I literally bolted out of the party yelling something to the effect of "GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME YOU EVIL LEPRECHAUNS". For those of you who know Billings, this party was on avenue F by Pioneer park and I ran all the way down to about Rose park...so a good 2 miles before a buddy picked me up and got me to calm down.
That was the only bad trip I've ever had and it scared me shitless. Thinking back to it I still get some bad feelings about the whole thing, like I actually fear the guy. I learned my lesson though, no more shrooms before a public event. If I do them anymore I lock myself in a room and put on music then chill the fuck out on my bed.
Man, I need to do some of those again
That was the only bad trip I've ever had and it scared me shitless. Thinking back to it I still get some bad feelings about the whole thing, like I actually fear the guy. I learned my lesson though, no more shrooms before a public event. If I do them anymore I lock myself in a room and put on music then chill the fuck out on my bed.
Man, I need to do some of those again
Well ok, Since I am at work and I want to sound like I am actually doing work, I'll go ahead and recount my story. Also it appears everyone is late for a teleconference. I mean seriously how the fuck can you be late to a phone meeting more than 10 minutes?! Anyways ...
So my buddy (which shall remain nameless) invited me over on a Friday night to do the usual organics (food, green, etc). I had been fighting a sore throat and fever for most of the week, but I was feeling about 85% before I went. This is a typical Friday night for us:
1. Sit back and catch up on that weeks events
2. Pass around a bag/joint/pipe
3. Maybe take some shrooms
Today wasn't too different. We were going at it with gusto and having a good time when my buddy was like, I didn't measure this tea, so just drink the entire thing. Turns out my girlfriends brother was with us, so I gave him the top half and I drank the bottom half. I'm sitting there smoking out and generally having a good time when I start feeling the euphoric effect of Psilocybin start creeping up on me. We were watching a drug wars documentary on Hashish and the first thing I notice is that the guys lips are moving WAY faster than the audio. So this sets me off in a laughing frenzy and I start seeing the usual patterns and rainbow colors.
I tell my buddy, I think I need to walk around and when I do, I notice that when I look down, I have no feet. It was like someone took an eraser and took off the lower part of my chin. I start becoming really dizzy and I feel I'm going to boot. I tell my lady, hey let's go upstairs, there is too much stimulation in here. So we go upstairs into this very dark room. We close the door, and lay down. And this is where the really wicked stuff starts happening ...
So my buddy (which shall remain nameless) invited me over on a Friday night to do the usual organics (food, green, etc). I had been fighting a sore throat and fever for most of the week, but I was feeling about 85% before I went. This is a typical Friday night for us:
1. Sit back and catch up on that weeks events
2. Pass around a bag/joint/pipe
3. Maybe take some shrooms
Today wasn't too different. We were going at it with gusto and having a good time when my buddy was like, I didn't measure this tea, so just drink the entire thing. Turns out my girlfriends brother was with us, so I gave him the top half and I drank the bottom half. I'm sitting there smoking out and generally having a good time when I start feeling the euphoric effect of Psilocybin start creeping up on me. We were watching a drug wars documentary on Hashish and the first thing I notice is that the guys lips are moving WAY faster than the audio. So this sets me off in a laughing frenzy and I start seeing the usual patterns and rainbow colors.
I tell my buddy, I think I need to walk around and when I do, I notice that when I look down, I have no feet. It was like someone took an eraser and took off the lower part of my chin. I start becoming really dizzy and I feel I'm going to boot. I tell my lady, hey let's go upstairs, there is too much stimulation in here. So we go upstairs into this very dark room. We close the door, and lay down. And this is where the really wicked stuff starts happening ...
well?
Sorry I got a little bit caught up at work. Wowza can you believe I have a career now?
Anyways, so we are in the room. I'm laying down and I am shivering. I see the light outside in the hallway and I tell my girlfriend to turn it off. Instead our hosts went ahead and put a towel around the door so there was no light coming in. As soon as they did this, I felt myself floating down into an abyss. At first it wasn't that bad. Just felt like any other mushroom trip. First I see the swirls that look like this:
http://image.shutterstock.com/display_pic_wit … 231794.jpg
Of course I see like 6 of these at once. I am telling my girlfriend, wow the colors are so vivid. I Cannot believe I am seeing this inside a dark room. My girlfriend is clearly happy I am at peace so she encourages me to enjoy it. She starts rubbing my testicles and immediately I feel a sharp feeling rip through my body. I had to tell her to stop because it was too much for me to handle. Instead she just held me. Typically one of my trips goes like so:
Pinwheels -> Colored pinwheels -> Symbols (#, @, and ;) -> Euphoria.
Instead this is what happened. After the colored pinwheels came, the symbols started to populate my vision. My explanation for this is that I Deal with code, text, and numbers for the majority of the day. Therefore, my mind displays this as something familiar. However, this time the symbols come at me in a flood of light and immediately take over my vision. I am definitely falling at this point and I have this feeling that I am ascending from my body. I tell my lady, Wow I wonder if this is what people feel when they are dying ... She was a bit worried so she asked me what I was seeing and I basically described what I just typed. Anyways, I gained control of the fall and at this point I am suspended in the astral plane. I come to this white light and step into it and I am in the middle of nature. I'm foraging for something, I do not know what, when I hear a voice state:
"What are you doing here?!"
I turn around and I see this:
http://fc05.deviantart.net/images2/i/2004/05/2/9/PI.jpg
... I am shocked. Seriously. Not only is this symbol emanating as it speaks, but it';s actually speaking to me. I told Pi that I was just on a crazy trip and to not be worried. Pi starts asking me questions that are not math related and since I am super numb and floating, I state I really cannot answer. I proceed to ask Pi:
Why do you not have any repeating decimals? Why do you not have a pattern? Will humanity ever know all of your digits?
Pi responds:
1. You cannot even begin to fathom why my decimals are non repeating and have no pattern.
2. Humanity will never know the true potential of my representation. You will corrupt it. Think of all the mathematical advances in your day. I Am sure that most of the time, somebody is using them for ill gain. It is my duty to shield my secret from humanity.
Then Pi asks me to follow him (male voice) behind a very green tree. I go and Pi shows me very beautiful scenes where math is found in nature:
http://cosmicgarden.files.wordpress.com/2009/ … onacci.jpg
http://ww3.smithtown.k12.ny.us/hsw/Academics/ … Spiral.jpg
http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9FjaKxI0bBU/Sm1AV_e … s400/5.jpg
you get the picture. My senses are flooded by these nature scenes and I tell Sarah, I have no reason to fear math anymore. I think I need to learn how to truly manipulate numbers. She is asking me what I am seeing and I go, I'll tell you in a bit.
After some more nature scenes, Pi tells me I have to leave, and to take what I saw with me. I float back into my body and I tell my lady, I think I need to work harder in math. From this point on, I am desperate to learn any math.
I Start coming to my senses and I tell my girlfriend, "Honey, I am still tripping. But I am somewhat in control. I'm going to push this high to the limit, but if I start freaking out, Please bring me back into my body." She agrees and I decide to see how far I can push this high.
More tomorrow. Tomorrow will start off with a history section about me before I tell the 2nd part of my trip so you guys can know a little bit about maybe why I decided to do this in the first place.
Anyways, so we are in the room. I'm laying down and I am shivering. I see the light outside in the hallway and I tell my girlfriend to turn it off. Instead our hosts went ahead and put a towel around the door so there was no light coming in. As soon as they did this, I felt myself floating down into an abyss. At first it wasn't that bad. Just felt like any other mushroom trip. First I see the swirls that look like this:
http://image.shutterstock.com/display_pic_wit … 231794.jpg
Of course I see like 6 of these at once. I am telling my girlfriend, wow the colors are so vivid. I Cannot believe I am seeing this inside a dark room. My girlfriend is clearly happy I am at peace so she encourages me to enjoy it. She starts rubbing my testicles and immediately I feel a sharp feeling rip through my body. I had to tell her to stop because it was too much for me to handle. Instead she just held me. Typically one of my trips goes like so:
Pinwheels -> Colored pinwheels -> Symbols (#, @, and ;) -> Euphoria.
Instead this is what happened. After the colored pinwheels came, the symbols started to populate my vision. My explanation for this is that I Deal with code, text, and numbers for the majority of the day. Therefore, my mind displays this as something familiar. However, this time the symbols come at me in a flood of light and immediately take over my vision. I am definitely falling at this point and I have this feeling that I am ascending from my body. I tell my lady, Wow I wonder if this is what people feel when they are dying ... She was a bit worried so she asked me what I was seeing and I basically described what I just typed. Anyways, I gained control of the fall and at this point I am suspended in the astral plane. I come to this white light and step into it and I am in the middle of nature. I'm foraging for something, I do not know what, when I hear a voice state:
"What are you doing here?!"
I turn around and I see this:
http://fc05.deviantart.net/images2/i/2004/05/2/9/PI.jpg
... I am shocked. Seriously. Not only is this symbol emanating as it speaks, but it';s actually speaking to me. I told Pi that I was just on a crazy trip and to not be worried. Pi starts asking me questions that are not math related and since I am super numb and floating, I state I really cannot answer. I proceed to ask Pi:
Why do you not have any repeating decimals? Why do you not have a pattern? Will humanity ever know all of your digits?
Pi responds:
1. You cannot even begin to fathom why my decimals are non repeating and have no pattern.
2. Humanity will never know the true potential of my representation. You will corrupt it. Think of all the mathematical advances in your day. I Am sure that most of the time, somebody is using them for ill gain. It is my duty to shield my secret from humanity.
Then Pi asks me to follow him (male voice) behind a very green tree. I go and Pi shows me very beautiful scenes where math is found in nature:
http://cosmicgarden.files.wordpress.com/2009/ … onacci.jpg
http://ww3.smithtown.k12.ny.us/hsw/Academics/ … Spiral.jpg
http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9FjaKxI0bBU/Sm1AV_e … s400/5.jpg
you get the picture. My senses are flooded by these nature scenes and I tell Sarah, I have no reason to fear math anymore. I think I need to learn how to truly manipulate numbers. She is asking me what I am seeing and I go, I'll tell you in a bit.
After some more nature scenes, Pi tells me I have to leave, and to take what I saw with me. I float back into my body and I tell my lady, I think I need to work harder in math. From this point on, I am desperate to learn any math.
I Start coming to my senses and I tell my girlfriend, "Honey, I am still tripping. But I am somewhat in control. I'm going to push this high to the limit, but if I start freaking out, Please bring me back into my body." She agrees and I decide to see how far I can push this high.
More tomorrow. Tomorrow will start off with a history section about me before I tell the 2nd part of my trip so you guys can know a little bit about maybe why I decided to do this in the first place.
that was excellent.
so do you think that this was the manifestation of some deep-seated desire in yourself to understand math better? or was there some extrapersonal influence?
Sounds like Carlos Castaneda stuff to me. GL Gatz! This could be your entire contribution to the human race. No pressure...
I'm going to finish this today. It is my birthday after all.
Happy birthday, Gatz! Have a pleasent trip.
A brief history into why I decided to take this mushroom trip is in order. About two years my best friend died in a tragic motorcycle accident right beside his home. This is possibly the single most influential event that has shaped the course of my life despite it happening so recently. I had known him ever since I was a young boy and our families were close friends since I was basically 8 years old. He was basically my brother from another mother. Since his death I had been toying with the idea of taking a substance to make me see him again in any form. When my buddy suggested salvia we did it, but I realized it would take a much longer lasting agent. This is why we decided on Psilocybin.
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I Start coming to my senses and I tell my girlfriend, "Honey, I am still tripping. But I am somewhat in control. I'm going to push this high to the limit, but if I start freaking out, Please bring me back into my body." She agrees and I decide to see how far I can push this high.
I laid my head back on the pillow. Immediately I feel myself being disconnected from my body and connected to the astral plane. The odd part about this is that I feel that instead of travelling somewhere unknown the way I did with Pi's encounter, I oddly recognized this place. There were a lot of boxes. Heavy boxes that I was peering around. I came to the conclusion I was taking a trip through my mind. These boxes were things I put away to deal with later. I didn't know exactly what I was looking for before I knew it, I was falling into an abyss with controlled floating. Sort of like the time I skydived. Did I ever send you guys a video of that? I should probably post it at the end. As I'm falling I start seeing bright flashes of light and I hear this voice ringing. For simplicity's sake, I will call him Stan :
Stan: David?
Me: Stan?
Stan: What are you doing here man?
Me: Stan is that really you?
Stan: Yes man it's me. WTF are you doing here?
Me: So ... it's you? Like you recognize me? But you're dead!
Stan: Yea man so what? My personality is intact yes, so answer me what are you doing here?
Me: Well I mean, what I can I say? I just took some shrooms, decided to go on a trip, and I'm here floating man. Where exactly are we anyways?
Stan: You wouldn't understand where we are. Let's just say, so you can best comprehend it, I'll say we are on another energy level, another string if you will. We aren't on earth I can tell you that much or what you call reality.
Me: Well listen man I don't care where we're at really, I just am wondering about you ... I mean do you remember anything?
Stan: Yes man it's me. I am intact. Just ask me what you want to know and I'll tell you ...
Me: Well there are lots of things I want to ask you. Is this really you?
Stan: Yes.
Me: I don't want to ask you anything too deep, so I'll keep to to things about us. I have a few questions. Does it hurt when you come back to see me?
Stan: It doesn't hurt me int he way you feel pain. It pains me to relive what I can't go back to, but sometimes it's necessary.
Me: Ok ... How does it feel like when you come into this realm?
Stan: Did you ever go walk out into the sun after being inside a building and found your eyes ached a bit adjusting to the light? That's the best way I can describe it.
Me: So it didn't hurt?
Stan: No it was beautiful, but takes a bit to get acclimated.
Me: I need to know a few things about my life. I feel so many things everyday. I need to know if you approve of my life and where it's going man. I feel freakin' lost and I feel liek yo uwould not approve of the way I'm living. I also need to know if you are happy with the way I took care of your family affairs afterwards. I feel I did not do it to the best of my abilities, because I wasn't able to fully put everything I had into it.
Stan: Look man I am glad it was you that handled all of my affairs after. I know what you said to yourself that you wanted to make enough money to support both our familes forever. Did you think I didn't hear that? If there was anyone who my family went to, I am glad it was you, even if you didn't think you did decently. I didn't hear anyone complaining.
As for your life man, yea man I'm glad you are where you are at. you've accomplished a lot man but come on, you can do bettter. So do it! It's cool man.
Me: I don't know if that's enough man, I feel so restless all the time. Why am I like this? I don't understand why I can't be happy. Will this feeling ever go away? I have a girlfriend, decent job, enough money where I can save for retirement and have fun, AND don't have any major worries. But yet I feel bored as fuck and restless all the time, wtf man? Is this ever going to go away?
Stan: Sorry man ... no. It will NEVER go away. I never met in anyone in life or death that was liek you. You say you are going to do something and it could be something vastly impossible but you will grind away at it and you get it. I've never seen anyone do it as consistently as you. It is just in your nature to be bored. So get used to it and just life man.
Me: Well ok, what about our other friends? I feel like ... like they don't care. Do you see that?
Stan: Hahaha oh David. Man that's cold. I know you don't mean it that way. Come on man think about it. I know they care. I see all of you guys suffering. You want to know why you feel that way, not if THEY feel that way. I know you. So let me put your mind at ease. Yes our friends do think about me. I can see when they do. But they have signifcant others to talk about it with. They have someone else they go to. But you David, you chooose to suffer alone. I never understood why but I have noticed that lately too. You don't want to expose your girl to your pain. Not just your girl, but anyone. It's crazy I know, but you will always want to suffer alone. They care man, it's just the WAY you suffer is different.
Me: I have a serious question and I want you to be honest.
Stan: Alright
Me: That day that you died I had a premonition. I felt so compelled to call you and I just ignored it. Why didn't I call you? I felt I could have prevented your death man! WTF. I feel if I went it would have been easier on everybody. Why not me?
*I am crying by now in real life and my girl is holding me intently, very worried because I have yet to say anything to her*
Stan: Dude don't think about it that way. I don't know why you would do that to yourself. Here I'll put it in terms you will definitely understand ... it was random. totally fucking random. All deaths are random. you can't stop them. It just happens. Same thing with your other concern. It wouldn't have been easier on anyone. Someone will go through what you are going through. Think about your girl and all the others. What about me? How do you think I would feel? It's never easy.
...
By this time I feel I had been talking for quite some time and the emotional turmoil was unprecedented. I felt our time was running low so I felt like I had to ask one more question.
....
Me: Stan ...
Stan: Yea?
Me: Listen. I have one more question and it's really really important I get an answer.
Stan: Ok ...
Me: What now? I know you are alive in some form. Your personality is intact. If I know you exist, why am I still so emotional? Why can't it be just like I feel like I'll see you later?
Stan: somehow I knew you were going to ask me this. Let's look at this logically, that is how you have decided to live your life right? What did it take for you to get here? You ingested mushrooms which contain a chemical that makes you experience psychedelic episodes. Do you not think this is chemical? It is impossible to sustain our type of communication for a prolonged period. Look what is happening now:
*The entity of Stan took my hand somehow, which is surprising because up until now I was only hearing him, and we came crashing down into my body. The thing is, it didn't stop IN my body. Stan was showing me what was happening to my body at a cellular level*
Right now your body is metabolizing this chemical. In a few moments the effects will wear off. The reason you are emotional is because you are logical. Quite a dichotomy isn't it? You know you cannot sustain this connection and you feel me fading. A fading memory. You have heard the saying that a man never truly dies until nobody thinks of him anymore. Because you feel this connection fading, I feel like a fading memory to you. Because of this quote, you believe that a fading memory is the same as death. You are crying because this fading memory is so similar to my death. You are emotional because you feel like you are experiencing my death again. Don;t worry man. I'm fine. Just live. Just live until the random number generator comes up to you and you lose. It's fine man. Just live ... live ...
I float out from my cellular view of my body and into the astral plane. I reach out my hand and I say ...
Me: Until we meet again friend ...
Stan: Same here man ...
As I reach out my hand and grasp at the last remaining remnant of my friend's voice, I feel myself falling like the beginning of the video game Bart's Nightmare and I IMMEDIATELY fall into my body. I am cold, shivering, and soaked with tears, but smiling. I tell My lady what happened, cry for a bit in her arms because of the emotion, and wait 5 minutes to regain my composure. As soon as I am fine, I stand up and I say ...
Me: HOLY SHIT THAT WAS AN AMAZING EXPERIENCE! Let's go downstairs ...
And that was the end of my trip ...
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I Start coming to my senses and I tell my girlfriend, "Honey, I am still tripping. But I am somewhat in control. I'm going to push this high to the limit, but if I start freaking out, Please bring me back into my body." She agrees and I decide to see how far I can push this high.
I laid my head back on the pillow. Immediately I feel myself being disconnected from my body and connected to the astral plane. The odd part about this is that I feel that instead of travelling somewhere unknown the way I did with Pi's encounter, I oddly recognized this place. There were a lot of boxes. Heavy boxes that I was peering around. I came to the conclusion I was taking a trip through my mind. These boxes were things I put away to deal with later. I didn't know exactly what I was looking for before I knew it, I was falling into an abyss with controlled floating. Sort of like the time I skydived. Did I ever send you guys a video of that? I should probably post it at the end. As I'm falling I start seeing bright flashes of light and I hear this voice ringing. For simplicity's sake, I will call him Stan :
Stan: David?
Me: Stan?
Stan: What are you doing here man?
Me: Stan is that really you?
Stan: Yes man it's me. WTF are you doing here?
Me: So ... it's you? Like you recognize me? But you're dead!
Stan: Yea man so what? My personality is intact yes, so answer me what are you doing here?
Me: Well I mean, what I can I say? I just took some shrooms, decided to go on a trip, and I'm here floating man. Where exactly are we anyways?
Stan: You wouldn't understand where we are. Let's just say, so you can best comprehend it, I'll say we are on another energy level, another string if you will. We aren't on earth I can tell you that much or what you call reality.
Me: Well listen man I don't care where we're at really, I just am wondering about you ... I mean do you remember anything?
Stan: Yes man it's me. I am intact. Just ask me what you want to know and I'll tell you ...
Me: Well there are lots of things I want to ask you. Is this really you?
Stan: Yes.
Me: I don't want to ask you anything too deep, so I'll keep to to things about us. I have a few questions. Does it hurt when you come back to see me?
Stan: It doesn't hurt me int he way you feel pain. It pains me to relive what I can't go back to, but sometimes it's necessary.
Me: Ok ... How does it feel like when you come into this realm?
Stan: Did you ever go walk out into the sun after being inside a building and found your eyes ached a bit adjusting to the light? That's the best way I can describe it.
Me: So it didn't hurt?
Stan: No it was beautiful, but takes a bit to get acclimated.
Me: I need to know a few things about my life. I feel so many things everyday. I need to know if you approve of my life and where it's going man. I feel freakin' lost and I feel liek yo uwould not approve of the way I'm living. I also need to know if you are happy with the way I took care of your family affairs afterwards. I feel I did not do it to the best of my abilities, because I wasn't able to fully put everything I had into it.
Stan: Look man I am glad it was you that handled all of my affairs after. I know what you said to yourself that you wanted to make enough money to support both our familes forever. Did you think I didn't hear that? If there was anyone who my family went to, I am glad it was you, even if you didn't think you did decently. I didn't hear anyone complaining.
As for your life man, yea man I'm glad you are where you are at. you've accomplished a lot man but come on, you can do bettter. So do it! It's cool man.
Me: I don't know if that's enough man, I feel so restless all the time. Why am I like this? I don't understand why I can't be happy. Will this feeling ever go away? I have a girlfriend, decent job, enough money where I can save for retirement and have fun, AND don't have any major worries. But yet I feel bored as fuck and restless all the time, wtf man? Is this ever going to go away?
Stan: Sorry man ... no. It will NEVER go away. I never met in anyone in life or death that was liek you. You say you are going to do something and it could be something vastly impossible but you will grind away at it and you get it. I've never seen anyone do it as consistently as you. It is just in your nature to be bored. So get used to it and just life man.
Me: Well ok, what about our other friends? I feel like ... like they don't care. Do you see that?
Stan: Hahaha oh David. Man that's cold. I know you don't mean it that way. Come on man think about it. I know they care. I see all of you guys suffering. You want to know why you feel that way, not if THEY feel that way. I know you. So let me put your mind at ease. Yes our friends do think about me. I can see when they do. But they have signifcant others to talk about it with. They have someone else they go to. But you David, you chooose to suffer alone. I never understood why but I have noticed that lately too. You don't want to expose your girl to your pain. Not just your girl, but anyone. It's crazy I know, but you will always want to suffer alone. They care man, it's just the WAY you suffer is different.
Me: I have a serious question and I want you to be honest.
Stan: Alright
Me: That day that you died I had a premonition. I felt so compelled to call you and I just ignored it. Why didn't I call you? I felt I could have prevented your death man! WTF. I feel if I went it would have been easier on everybody. Why not me?
*I am crying by now in real life and my girl is holding me intently, very worried because I have yet to say anything to her*
Stan: Dude don't think about it that way. I don't know why you would do that to yourself. Here I'll put it in terms you will definitely understand ... it was random. totally fucking random. All deaths are random. you can't stop them. It just happens. Same thing with your other concern. It wouldn't have been easier on anyone. Someone will go through what you are going through. Think about your girl and all the others. What about me? How do you think I would feel? It's never easy.
...
By this time I feel I had been talking for quite some time and the emotional turmoil was unprecedented. I felt our time was running low so I felt like I had to ask one more question.
....
Me: Stan ...
Stan: Yea?
Me: Listen. I have one more question and it's really really important I get an answer.
Stan: Ok ...
Me: What now? I know you are alive in some form. Your personality is intact. If I know you exist, why am I still so emotional? Why can't it be just like I feel like I'll see you later?
Stan: somehow I knew you were going to ask me this. Let's look at this logically, that is how you have decided to live your life right? What did it take for you to get here? You ingested mushrooms which contain a chemical that makes you experience psychedelic episodes. Do you not think this is chemical? It is impossible to sustain our type of communication for a prolonged period. Look what is happening now:
*The entity of Stan took my hand somehow, which is surprising because up until now I was only hearing him, and we came crashing down into my body. The thing is, it didn't stop IN my body. Stan was showing me what was happening to my body at a cellular level*
Right now your body is metabolizing this chemical. In a few moments the effects will wear off. The reason you are emotional is because you are logical. Quite a dichotomy isn't it? You know you cannot sustain this connection and you feel me fading. A fading memory. You have heard the saying that a man never truly dies until nobody thinks of him anymore. Because you feel this connection fading, I feel like a fading memory to you. Because of this quote, you believe that a fading memory is the same as death. You are crying because this fading memory is so similar to my death. You are emotional because you feel like you are experiencing my death again. Don;t worry man. I'm fine. Just live. Just live until the random number generator comes up to you and you lose. It's fine man. Just live ... live ...
I float out from my cellular view of my body and into the astral plane. I reach out my hand and I say ...
Me: Until we meet again friend ...
Stan: Same here man ...
As I reach out my hand and grasp at the last remaining remnant of my friend's voice, I feel myself falling like the beginning of the video game Bart's Nightmare and I IMMEDIATELY fall into my body. I am cold, shivering, and soaked with tears, but smiling. I tell My lady what happened, cry for a bit in her arms because of the emotion, and wait 5 minutes to regain my composure. As soon as I am fine, I stand up and I say ...
Me: HOLY SHIT THAT WAS AN AMAZING EXPERIENCE! Let's go downstairs ...
And that was the end of my trip ...