Cosmology Building with Cannabis
My recently former podmate A once told me that she had never gotten as high as I have off cannabis. Truly, most people don't. I have had full on hallucinogenic trips almost every time I have taken an indica edible, leading to spiritual journeying and cosmology building as I once described earlier in this blog. In contrast, A was a heavy user and would take 20mg, 30mg if she wanted to get really high.
She hadn't always had a close relationship with cannabis and only started smoking when Trump was elected President in 2015 because "there were no rules anymore." I can credit her comfort with the plant as contributing to my own increased healthy use. She helped me through the horrible 2 extra days of being high that happened when I ingested 40 mg the night Saturn ingressed into Pisces and I first saw the Co-Writers. She also expressed proud encouragement when I started taking small doses of edibles again as part of a spiritual experiment with Saturn's retrograde back into the ingress degree.
I know that my experiences with cannabis aren't exactly universal, but my strong reactions to edibles led to me to suspect that it was specifically intended to be a spiritual plant. It took only some light research to find out I was correct, as the oldest archeological discovery of cannabis was on a suspected "shaman" (which I put in quotes as that term is specifically a label for Siberian spirit workers). While the article doesn't state that the plant was used to trip rather than achieve a standard high, the found cannabis was altered to increase potency:
The botanical and phytochemical analyses indicated that the cannabis was not merely gathered from wild plants, but instead cultivated from strains of cannabis selected by humans based on their potent THC content. Male cannabis plant parts had been removed, as these are pharmacologically less psychoactive.
I most recently had a large trip that involved spiritual journeying about 3 days after I moved into the place I live now. Last time, when I saw the Co-Writers for the first time, I went to tell my soulmate Grace and ended up announcing her Saturn Return instead with "IT'S YOUR SATURN RETURN" at 4 AM because I am chronically unable to achieve subtlety. This time, with Grace who has been a longtime cannabis user, I saw the Co-Writers again through a different angle. That angle being, I was one of the Co-Writers and when I looked across from me there was Grace in the Other.
(It will probably not surprise you to hear that my girl is also a writer, and a very good one.)
So, having established that we are all just emanations of the Co-Writers—although one person I know has claimed to have gotten into contact with them—I was brought a level "lower" to observe/recall our true nature as incarnations. There, I saw what I later described in my journal:
We were these giant white beings of what looked like, to convey to me the concept, moving film strips. We all knew and loved each other unconditionally because we had visited all possibilities with one another.
I felt myself in the form of my Higher Self meeting others' Higher Selves. We were all essentially RPG players. It felt like I was vibrating on hyperspeed, the possibility and experience of every next decision swarming within me.
As I discussed with Grace's Higher Self about where we wanted to take our shared storyline, it had to naturally tie into all the seeds and foreshadowing we had planted for our individual storylines. Each move also had a domino effect of consequences related to worldbuilding. We could see how each move would lead to gains or losses in skills, experiences, goals, social connections, like we were looking down at the boardgame of our lives and trying to strategize our way around it.
At one point back in my body, I texted A to let her know I was tripping so that I could tell her the content later. Her Higher Self startled with surprise and then laughed, "You didn't tell me you were going to do that! Now I have to figure out..."
A was part of a second game that was separate from mine and Grace's. It contained her partner, siblings, and some others from her social circle, but it did not include me. I saw the world too differently from them to participate in their reality.
"I'm going to go play with [Partner] now," her Higher Self told me. It was a full month before we broke up.
"Okay!" I said, unbothered at the time. We were all godly in that realm. Every challenge was merely part of the joy that came with experiencing life. Anger, dislike, grudges, did not actually exist because they had come from events so petty. Maybe I knew we will play a different game later.
I wish I could feel that love and lack of concern now. But down here, I am meant to feel the pain.
