Straining under the Mirage

Was too tired to have a spiritual journey last nite but I did get so high I had little hallucinations/mini trips, the best of which included repeatedly thinking the dishwasher machine sounds were someone breaking into the accommodation, among various other auditory hallucinations.

The best one was that if lay flat on my back I would become one with the mirage that had appeared above my side of the shared bed. So if I turned on my side and faced the owners cat I was ok, if I rolled onto my back the shimmering waves of mirage (with bits of blue and pale gold) were slowly pulling my body up/levitating it towards it, trying to get me to become one with the mirage. This was in the dark so I just imagined the colours I guess.

Unfortunately I think to reach the higher plane I need to revert back to plastic water bottle bongs as all my transformative hash experiences have been with them. When I was 16 in Muscat, I had ripped so many bottles and went to bed with music, Neurosis or Rosetta or something Emotionally Dramatic. And each climax was like huge waves and I was pulled into the waves and hit by their impact when the waves crashed and it felt like being on a roller coaster, lots of ecstatic butterflies. A dry sea.

Feel joyous. Maybe it's the equivalent of similar feelings with acid that I do find terrifying. Hash just happens to be the one that works for me. Right now, straining under the mirage, I’m grateful for it.