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<blockquote data-quote="3kokosa2" data-source="post: 53348" data-attributes="member: 2452"><p>copy paste sa alt.drugs.pot. Ukratko čovjek je kad je prvi put pušio doživio intenzivan trip i završio na psihijatriji. Dalje objašnjava kako je prevladao sve strahove i kako mu je trava na kraju ipak pomogla da shvati neke stvari. Vrlo zanimljivo, isplati se cijelo pročitati. Ispričavam se na engleskom, ali nemam vremena prevesti...</p><p></p><p>"First of all, I used to be a regular poster here a few years ago, but</p><p>sort of drifted away. I wasn't toking anymore, so I just sort of felt</p><p>like I was the old lady hanging around a nursing home.</p><p></p><p>But now, I'm so glad to be writing this high as a kite. But a little</p><p>background on why I stopped smoking and why I restarted...</p><p></p><p>I first started toking in December of 1996. I was 26 years old at the</p><p>time. Some guy from work, who happened to be a 17-year-old, by the</p><p>way, after two months of asking, finally got me to try some. I never</p><p>thought I'd see the day that a Mr. Goodie Two-Shoes like me would ever</p><p>try "taking drugs." But I did. And I was disappointed...disappointed</p><p>in myself for believing all the crap I was told about marijuana, and</p><p>how it would make the world look like a mosaic of construction paper</p><p>and jellybeans.</p><p></p><p>I enjoyed just being high for a while, and noticed that I seemed to be</p><p>able to think more clearly than usual. I thought that might be</p><p>useful, so in March of 1997, I decided to start getting high, then</p><p>trying to find answers to the big questions in life. Things like: Who</p><p>am I? Why am I here? Why are any of us here? Who is God? Is the</p><p>universe infinite? Is there a Hell?</p><p></p><p>I used the internet, the Bible and apocryphal texts, and scriptures of</p><p>other religions, along with various new age books, trying to find</p><p>answers. Some things started making sense. Some things about my</p><p>life, the questions I was asking, the things I was experiencing, were</p><p>all starting to add up to something, but I wasn't sure exactly what.</p><p>Well, by August of 1997, I was having some wild experiences, basically</p><p>flipping out. Some idea popped into my mind -- some powerful message</p><p>from beyond that said, "You're God!" Well, I immediately shrieked in</p><p>horror, "Noooo!!!" I didn't want to be God! At that moment in time,</p><p>my own logic would not allow me to deny myself the experience of being</p><p>God. I was committing the biggest blasphemy of all, and even after</p><p>projecting through the cosmos a vision of heaven so full of lust and</p><p>sin that everyone in heaven would have to be a cheap slut to even cope</p><p>with the environment.</p><p></p><p>Then I got even more powerful messages from beyond saying,</p><p>"THAT'S NOT WHAT HEAVEN'S LIKE!"</p><p>I insisted in my telepathic communications back to it, that, "Yes</p><p>IT IS!!"</p><p>I got back, "YOU ARE GOING TO H E L L ! ! ! !" And at that</p><p>instant, my body was racked with something that wasn't pain, but it</p><p>made me arch my back and sort of force air into my lungs while trying</p><p>to hold my breath. Instant horror.</p><p>Later, I got high again and this time I was reading internet</p><p>messages and somehow my mind interconnected with what I was reading</p><p>and I got the idea that Jesus was back to rapture the world any</p><p>second, and I remember being so damned happy. But then my joy turned</p><p>to horror when I discovered that indeed it was time for the rapture,</p><p>but I failed and was going to Hell. Now. No discussion. Time has</p><p>expired for forgiveness. You're going to Hell, and I don't have to</p><p>tell you why. It was a horrible feeling. I felt my skin burning as</p><p>the torment of my soul commenced, and I was assured that the pain</p><p>would be quickly rising exponentially, and would last forever more.</p><p>In my horror, something got me to call my mother, but the number</p><p>I dialed was to my roommate's mother. And I got into a bunch of</p><p>questions with her, obviously scaring her to death. But that was the</p><p>end of that panic attack. But it put me over the edge into full-blown</p><p>psychosis. I ended up spending three weeks in a mental hospital,</p><p>diagnosed with psychosis, schizophrenia, narcissism, and emotional</p><p>displacement...oh, and a touch of autism, he said.</p><p>My parents took me home to stay with them for a couple of months.</p><p>They told me that the psychiatrist had said that smoking pot had</p><p>caused my psychosis. He said that some people can handle pot, and</p><p>some can't. The ones who can get along normally, and the ones who</p><p>can't (like me) go berserk. My parents told me that each time I smoke</p><p>pot, it will get worse and worse. I never heard the doctor say this</p><p>himself, mind you. I just heard this first from my parents, who are</p><p>verily, verily, I say unto thee, against the use of marijuana.</p><p>My friend and lifelong intermittent roommate came to rescue me</p><p>from that situation in December 1997. I stayed with him and got a</p><p>hold of some more pot. I smoked again and on that first time, I came</p><p>back inside with a nice high going. I put a piece of apple pie in the</p><p>microwave for two minutes and thought, "Hmmm... A two-minute warning."</p><p>I stared, mystified at the slice of apple pie turning lazily in</p><p>the microwave. I stood up and looked around and was feeling very</p><p>weird. My roommate looked at me and asked if I was okay. I didn't</p><p>know. Suddenly it hit me. I'd smoked pot again, so I was going to</p><p>Hell. Here we go again! Another trip to Hell! But this time I had</p><p>more sense about me and told my roommate to talk to me, and to keep</p><p>going back over the same topics so I can keep a grasp on reality. He</p><p>helped me out with that. I came out of that panic attack fine.</p><p>After four years of dealing with these mental symptoms, I was</p><p>able to work again after all my delusions failed to come true. I got</p><p>a job, then a car, then a different job, and then moved back closer to</p><p>home where I'm at today.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="3kokosa2, post: 53348, member: 2452"] copy paste sa alt.drugs.pot. Ukratko čovjek je kad je prvi put pušio doživio intenzivan trip i završio na psihijatriji. Dalje objašnjava kako je prevladao sve strahove i kako mu je trava na kraju ipak pomogla da shvati neke stvari. Vrlo zanimljivo, isplati se cijelo pročitati. Ispričavam se na engleskom, ali nemam vremena prevesti... "First of all, I used to be a regular poster here a few years ago, but sort of drifted away. I wasn't toking anymore, so I just sort of felt like I was the old lady hanging around a nursing home. But now, I'm so glad to be writing this high as a kite. But a little background on why I stopped smoking and why I restarted... I first started toking in December of 1996. I was 26 years old at the time. Some guy from work, who happened to be a 17-year-old, by the way, after two months of asking, finally got me to try some. I never thought I'd see the day that a Mr. Goodie Two-Shoes like me would ever try "taking drugs." But I did. And I was disappointed...disappointed in myself for believing all the crap I was told about marijuana, and how it would make the world look like a mosaic of construction paper and jellybeans. I enjoyed just being high for a while, and noticed that I seemed to be able to think more clearly than usual. I thought that might be useful, so in March of 1997, I decided to start getting high, then trying to find answers to the big questions in life. Things like: Who am I? Why am I here? Why are any of us here? Who is God? Is the universe infinite? Is there a Hell? I used the internet, the Bible and apocryphal texts, and scriptures of other religions, along with various new age books, trying to find answers. Some things started making sense. Some things about my life, the questions I was asking, the things I was experiencing, were all starting to add up to something, but I wasn't sure exactly what. Well, by August of 1997, I was having some wild experiences, basically flipping out. Some idea popped into my mind -- some powerful message from beyond that said, "You're God!" Well, I immediately shrieked in horror, "Noooo!!!" I didn't want to be God! At that moment in time, my own logic would not allow me to deny myself the experience of being God. I was committing the biggest blasphemy of all, and even after projecting through the cosmos a vision of heaven so full of lust and sin that everyone in heaven would have to be a cheap slut to even cope with the environment. Then I got even more powerful messages from beyond saying, "THAT'S NOT WHAT HEAVEN'S LIKE!" I insisted in my telepathic communications back to it, that, "Yes IT IS!!" I got back, "YOU ARE GOING TO H E L L ! ! ! !" And at that instant, my body was racked with something that wasn't pain, but it made me arch my back and sort of force air into my lungs while trying to hold my breath. Instant horror. Later, I got high again and this time I was reading internet messages and somehow my mind interconnected with what I was reading and I got the idea that Jesus was back to rapture the world any second, and I remember being so damned happy. But then my joy turned to horror when I discovered that indeed it was time for the rapture, but I failed and was going to Hell. Now. No discussion. Time has expired for forgiveness. You're going to Hell, and I don't have to tell you why. It was a horrible feeling. I felt my skin burning as the torment of my soul commenced, and I was assured that the pain would be quickly rising exponentially, and would last forever more. In my horror, something got me to call my mother, but the number I dialed was to my roommate's mother. And I got into a bunch of questions with her, obviously scaring her to death. But that was the end of that panic attack. But it put me over the edge into full-blown psychosis. I ended up spending three weeks in a mental hospital, diagnosed with psychosis, schizophrenia, narcissism, and emotional displacement...oh, and a touch of autism, he said. My parents took me home to stay with them for a couple of months. They told me that the psychiatrist had said that smoking pot had caused my psychosis. He said that some people can handle pot, and some can't. The ones who can get along normally, and the ones who can't (like me) go berserk. My parents told me that each time I smoke pot, it will get worse and worse. I never heard the doctor say this himself, mind you. I just heard this first from my parents, who are verily, verily, I say unto thee, against the use of marijuana. My friend and lifelong intermittent roommate came to rescue me from that situation in December 1997. I stayed with him and got a hold of some more pot. I smoked again and on that first time, I came back inside with a nice high going. I put a piece of apple pie in the microwave for two minutes and thought, "Hmmm... A two-minute warning." I stared, mystified at the slice of apple pie turning lazily in the microwave. I stood up and looked around and was feeling very weird. My roommate looked at me and asked if I was okay. I didn't know. Suddenly it hit me. I'd smoked pot again, so I was going to Hell. Here we go again! Another trip to Hell! But this time I had more sense about me and told my roommate to talk to me, and to keep going back over the same topics so I can keep a grasp on reality. He helped me out with that. I came out of that panic attack fine. After four years of dealing with these mental symptoms, I was able to work again after all my delusions failed to come true. I got a job, then a car, then a different job, and then moved back closer to home where I'm at today. 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