funny. i had a conversation with someone one time about something like this while i was tripping. i met the person at the start of the trip and after the trip ended i never saw him again; was at a party. he kept going on about how you think you might understand something, but really you don't. and then when you do really finally 'get it' for real, then you can realise how other people don't 'get it.' but the problem is that you might again raise to a different level of epiphany, and then things can just get all confusing because that means that no one is really in any position at all to say they get it or don't. subjectivity is all we have, so we are all equally ignorant. but then i guess that it could have just been the disposition of his(our) shattered ego, that ejected instead of coming in to the mothership. he's half there, he just has to understand this first... get it?
yes i know that ultimately all is one all things are buddha etc i know this deeply in my bones, not just as a neat little intellectual fact i read in my pretty zen book with pictures, but as something that was pounded into my being with the force of a trillion big bangs i'm speaking on a pretty shallow level, the level of human conversations in english between friends, is all
Well, you wont have a classic LSD trip, but I've definitely had some intense experiences. Two specific times come to mind. One was the very first time I got high. Just to give some perspective... The first 4 or so times I smoked I didn't get high. I REALLY wanted to get high, and I knew I was just doing something wrong. So for my fifth time I smoke a HUGE blunt, by myself, and fuck, I was down and out. I remember slumping onto my couch with my head rolled back, mouth wide open and my ears ringing. It was so increadibly intense I was certain the person laced it with PCP. And the funny thing is, normally when you think somethings laced, its cus your freaking out, but I was in fucking heaven. The second time was last year when I got off probation. I wansn't able to smoke for so long, I wanted to make up for it, so I smoked bowl after bowl after bowl, I don't even remember how many. Any way, I remember going from outside to inside, and not remembering anything in between, I actually started freaking out. And as I was laying on the ground, all the shit in my house, like the wall unit, and bookshelves looked like the were sky scrapers. and everything seemed menacing, it wasn't very fun.