One Cannabis Gummy Trip to Hell

(written during trip)

bad trip…trying to flow…trying to remember the high will pass as it always does…trying to remember that whatever thought that plinks up into my consciousness during this ride is 99 percent guaranteed to be a product of my own limited machinating-making ego…and 1 percent is Good, is Love, is God…and when They bubble up, i am immediately buoyed …only to return to the negative stuff…

denial is opened a crack to “see” in a flash and to sharply feel the usually unbearable existential and basic truths. Under this cannabis spell, the “truth” that I have no one to call up and come over right away and hold me until the spell lifts feels like a death blow.

Cannabis Gummy After-Thought and Comment

I was right. It passed. The truth probably is that if I would have called a friend they would have been willing to come over.

Reading what I wrote sober, I am affirmed in my belief that negative cannabis highs are like bad dreams, not reality, but contain truth-telling signs of a way out of existential traps. Only if you’re willing to be vulnerable and lost in order to be healed.

🎵 You Can Lean On Me 🎵

Sometimes in our lives we all have pain and sorrow
But if we are wise we know that there’s always tomorrow

Lean on me when you’re not strong
And I’ll be your friend and help you carry on
For it won’t be long till I’m gonna need somebody, too.

You just call on me brother when you need a hand
We all need somebody to lean on
I just might have a problem that you’ll understand.

You just call on me brother
When you need a hand
We all need somebody to lean on

If there is a load you have to bear
That you can’t carry I’m right up the road
I’ll share your load if you just call me

Bill Withers