I once had my lips stuck (i could not move them back) in a yawning position for id say at least 15 mins while on a highdose mushie experience. My eyes were like waterfalls. I was staring in the mirror and saw myself 15 years down the road.
It was an intense experience, to say the least. Not so much psychedelic, as much emotional, or personal. It was like the father of fathers was teaching me about being greedy, and learning about this. Its a bit hazy in my memory, from the pot.
I dont think ive ever cried(if thats the right word) that hard in my life
I somewhat took that experience for granted and nearly forgot it! Im glad this thread was written and pointed out to me
Thanks
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