Yes it quite drastically effected my approach to psychedelics. It think it gave me real respect for the drugs I was taking. They are something to be very weary of.
I'm very doing more than 200 micro grams first of all.
Also I'm never doing a full trip alone.
CHAPTER 1
It all started with a really unpleasant trip. Over the next days I wanted to ""make up for it"". I took it every morning so I could get to sleep at night.
After I ran out I got really depressed/low so I went on-line for stimulation. <<MAJOR mistake
It all really started here:
http://www.bluelight.org...uminati-SubForum-ExposedMy brain was in such a desperate place that I pretty much lost all critical thinking and promptly convinced myself that the Illuminati was really an organization.
I followed the links to here:
http://baycasinoguide.com/us/I believed that it was a life line left by the Illuminati that would bring me straight to the ""top"".
So I started gambling and having hilarious conversations with customer support. It was like I thought I was a damned wizard.
After spending the next 2 days getting no where with them I began to worry that they would come kill me.
CHAPTER 2
(shit hits the fan)
I'm on my way to work with a carpool buddy/friend/fellow psychonaut.
A train headed to the airport gets here and I tell friend that the Illuminati is real, and get on the (wrong) train.
I then think to myself that the airport would be an ideal place for them to abduct me sooo I go back to the first station.
friend is gone.
I get on a RANDOM bus.
I end up talking to a hobo about the UN because I think he is a member of the counter Illuminati. (I was now set on destroying the Illuminati)
Then a firetruck pulls up next to me.
One of them recognizes me.
Its a friend of my mother.
He asks if everything is okay.
"I HAVE DISCOVERED WHAT I CAN ONLY CALL A TERRORIST NETWORK"
CHAPTER 3
(I'm now in a police station)
They have taken my knife and adderall (for the best to be honest).
After telling them that I was just being a spaz they let me leave.(thankfully)
I get my friend to pick me up, she doesn't really give a shit about why.
We stop at a subway and I hear something.
A guy on his motorcycle revved his engine in this weird pattern and natturaly I think it is the counter Illuminati giving me a ride.
I jump on the back of his motorcycle,
He tells me to fuck off.
I get off and get back in the car.
"wtf was I thinking"
my friend brings me to the ER.
CHAPTER 4
They have no clue what I wrong and they just transfer me to a psyche ward.
I got out in a week.
I had to take Aripiprazole for almost 2 months and am still in mandatory group/therapy.
I do not believe in an Illuminati just to clarify.
I am fine now.
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