skinwalker wrote:i swear to the dmt overlords,that there is some bizarre connection between smoking the spice and my damn cat. The little sucker ignores me all day every day. Begs for food and thats about all we communicate. Well almost without fail whenever i partake of the spice the damn cat goes wild, meows like crazy and jumps on my lap, and lays flat throughout the entire trip. I feel i'm losing my mind, but there is absolute no doubt that a connection exists. Its like a protective call to action the moment i smoke, the cat reacts. I realize everyone will think this is just a coincidence and nothng more than animal behavior, but seriously has anyone else experienced this? On one very very deep trip i met three blue(?) entities who told me somthing about my damn cat, they even pointed at it, and I began to cry. I cant remember what was conveyed but i'm just blown away by the unequestionable reaction of the cat. It is no coincidence at all and i'm positive of that. The worse the vibe of the trip, the more protective the damn furry feline seems. Also i keep getting blurry visions of fur mixed with with some of my trips when the furry fuk sits on my as i blast off. Like most of my posts i guess i'll be alone on this unique relevation.
I am convinced that felines have positive effects on the human psyche (beyond the whole "aw, it's nice to have a companion around..." effect that the elderly seek). I once lived with a couple of cats named Reiko and...fuck, what was the other cats name??? Anyway, the other cat was a stray that I had unwillingly adopted when I opened my door one morning and it darted inside and began mowing on Reiko's food dish (lucky for her, Reiko was passed out on my bed). She lived in the apartment as long as I did, and frequently displayed her gratitude for my hospitality by bringing fresh bird and mole to my doorstep.
Bla bla bla, I talk about my cats some more, aaand I finally get around to my point:
I was working on an assignment for a rhetorical analysis class that I was taking, getting baked out of my mind waiting for that spark of creativity and not getting anywhere. The Other cat jumped onto my lap and began purring. I immediately felt calm, focused, and out of the spiral of insanity; resting on the needle point of creativity. Something about the vibration or tone of a cat purring puts me in a higher plane of existence, fear and anxiety is replaced by love and confidence. It feels as if I can absorb the energy of the cat and feel it as my own (well, duh, makes sense I guess since I unwittingly do this with humans on a regular basis (usually not a good thing).
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