Shit post story. I made some edibles. 7g of weed decarbed, boiled in butter then made into shit brownies. I took them camping with friends. I took 1, then when no one said they felt anything, I took another because I thought my cooking was shit.
Then I ascended. Fucking hell, first I couldn’t talk or think quickly. Then the visual hulocinations and ego death was worse than shrooms.
I felt that there was nothing outside of the camp fire light. That it was all a play or story with my friends as character. That God was disappointed in me. That the universe was a fractal and I was on a tiny rock exposed to it all.
The unpleaseant symptoms followed after the best night sleep ever. I was basically stoned for 24 hrs.
I think I’ll stick to smoking weed…
Why was God disappointed in you?